Chapter 333: Bustling and bustling
Isner felt a little disappointed.
Although he was also eliminated in the first round of the Australian Open earlier this year, the situation does not seem so bad, but the US Open is different after all. After all, this is his home court.
Since his first appearance in a Grand Slam tournament at the US Open in 2007, he has performed well except for being eliminated in the first round in 2008. At worst, he could have made it to the third round, which means he had to win at least two games. However, this year he relived the nightmare of 2008 again.
The complex flavors surge on the tip of the tongue.
Carrying his equipment bag, Isner tried his best to hide his regret and disappointment. He waved to the audience and left with his head down.
Then, Isner saw Gawain standing next to the players' lounge from the corner of his eye. He stopped packing his equipment and applauded him.
A simple action also expressed inner respect and reverence, which warmed Isner's heart: Yes, no matter what, he has tried his best, this is a wonderful game, and he should not be disappointed.
When leaving the court, Isner straightened his back slightly and opened his shoulders again.
On this side, after seeing Isner off, Gawain was still packing up his equipment.
It was his first time participating in a Grand Slam tournament. The whole scale and scene were different, especially the center court game, which made him dizzy. After winning, Gawain seemed a little dazed and light-headed. Fortunately, when he left Arthur Ashe Stadium, the tournament staff came to guide him.
Demonstrates Grand Slam-level organizational skills.
Gao Wen can go to the bathroom to take a shower and change into a set of fresh clothes. Then the event staff will go to the locker room to notify Gao Wen or his team to see if there are any reporters applying for a press conference. If not, Gao Wen can leave the court and arrange recovery treatment or follow-up training according to his own situation.
If so, the staff will inform the specific time and place, because the US Open has multiple press conference rooms of different sizes. Generally speaking, they will arrange the venues according to the order of the end time of the game, and then Gao Wen can go to the press conference site according to the time.
This set of procedures is absolutely not seen in the challenge match. Gao Wen actually missed the moment when he was surrounded by reporters at the exit of the stadium.
"…What day is Gregor's game tomorrow?"
"The time should be about the same as yours, court number seven."
"Oh, then Dominic should be about the same. He seems to be on court seventeen. I'm trying to decide which game I should go to."
"You still have time to watch the game. Pete should start helping you arrange a training plan. Where's the training maniac?"
"I've never been to a Grand Slam tournament, and I want to see what it's like to sit in the stands."
"Watching the game can wait, you should focus on the game first."
Gawain and Tobias were waiting patiently in the media center, chatting casually, their tense nerves finally able to relax temporarily.
Given Gao Wen's status, he naturally couldn't be ranked. Even Isner, who suffered an unexpected loss, held a press conference before him, which shows how well the local darling is treated.
Tobias accompanied Gao Wen to the media center, while Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun went to other venues to watch the game with great interest, seeming to be reluctant to leave. As for Sampras, he was the host here, and considering that Gao Wen did not need to train next, he naturally needed to make good use of his free time.
In fact, Gao Wen knew that Gao Hongli had booked a dinner at a high-end restaurant in downtown New York tonight. He was probably worried that Gao Wen would be in a bad mood after being eliminated in the first round, so he made a special trip to heal his wounds with a big dinner. But he didn't expect that Gao Wen actually won?
Because Gao Wen needed to continue preparing for the second round of competition, Gao Hongli canceled the appointment.
"Gao, Room 6 is ready. You can enter now."
The staff came over and politely informed Gao Wen that the press conference was finally ready.
After expressing his gratitude, Gawain and Tobias walked towards Press Conference Room No. 6.
"The situation like yesterday shouldn't happen again today." Tobias lowered his voice to comfort Gawain.
Gao Wen just chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not worried at all. At least I can be sure that the Chinese media will have a lot of questions to ask."
Under Tobias's gaze, Gawain pushed open the door of the press conference room, and in an instant -
Click, click, click!
Click, click, click!
Accompanied by the thunderous sound of shutter clicks, the silver flash came towards him like a waterfall rushing down three thousand feet, and it was so fierce that it could devour Gawain alive. However, in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared, and even Tobias' eyes were covered with a halo.
Boom, boom.
It was not until the door of the press conference room slowly closed that Tobias' eyes recovered a little, but the residual pain was still surging in his brain. Then, the corners of Tobias' mouth rose slightly with a smile.
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Gawain's eyes briefly fell into darkness, a pitch-black darkness with only invisible spots of light flickering and moving in the darkness. His vision temporarily lost function, but the roar in his ears and the burning sensation on his skin still kept his nerves sharp.
This is the real big battle.
In comparison, the scenes that Gawain had experienced before were just minor fights, but this one instantly escalated to several levels. The entire rumbling sound hit his heart hard, as if it could crush his heart into countless pieces in the next second. The heat wave that hit him in the face made his breathing suffocate.
He paused for a moment before moving forward, groping for his seat and finding it somewhat awkwardly.
Click, click, click!
The overwhelming sound of flash lights continued for nearly two minutes before slowly dying down.
Gradually, the reporters were finally able to see Gao Wen's appearance clearly.
It was still the same dark blue jersey with the "UCLA" logo as the only pattern, but the pure and rich blue made Gawain's wheat-colored skin glow slightly. His handsome face was outlined with a faint smile, with a refreshing sunshine breath, as clean and bright as a white shirt fluttering in the wind.
"Oh, sorry, I need to make sure my eyes are normal. I'll need them for training later."
Without waiting for the reporter to ask questions, Gao Wen made a light self-joke, mocking the reporter's enthusiasm and his own awkwardness, easily making all the reporters in the audience burst into laughter. They had already fallen in love with this humorous young man before they even had a chance to meet him.
Then, Gawain slowly opened his eyes and adjusted himself for a moment. The darkness gradually faded away and his vision became clear again, but there were still some spots of light flickering. At this time, Gawain finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.
(End of this chapter)