Chapter 42: Just a substitute
What…what?
I actually won!
Boom! MacDonald was the first to raise his arms high and leap into the air. His mind was full of words, but he couldn't say a word. He just screamed.
“Ah! Ahhhhh!”
That's my teammate! That's my friend! That's our Bruins!
“Ahhhh!”
The whole stadium was boiling! The most important thing was that Gawain scored all five points through offense, without any mistakes by Kyrgios. This also meant that Gawain was in full control of the situation and took the initiative from beginning to end. It was not only exciting, but also rare!
Cheers! Shouts! Applause! Whistles! It swept the entire audience like a storm! Even though they didn't know Gawain at all, who could refuse such a wonderful duel?
Even Gawain himself was very, very surprised.
Objectively speaking, Kyrgios is indeed an insurmountable mountain for Gawain at the moment, but with a little bit of strength, a little bit of luck and a little bit of accident, Gawain actually shaved Kyrgios' head and won the victory in this incredible way.
Gawain's first reaction was to clench his fists, and a smile crept up the corners of his mouth and blossomed -
This is why he likes competitions. These confrontations, the sweat, and the cheers seem to make him feel that life is burning brightly.
Then, Gawain looked over and saw that Kyrgios could no longer control his emotions and started smashing his racket.
One. Two. Three.
With a loud bang, the entire racket was shattered. The powerful force made the racket look so weak.
It wasn’t until the racket was completely scrapped and officially classified as garbage that Kyrgios’s anger seemed to finally subside, and he realized:
This is not an official competition, there is no need to be so serious.
Kyrgios was too lazy to force a smile and put on a show. He carried his tattered racket as if he was carrying a ten-meter-long sword, staggered to the front of the net, and shook hands with Gawain politely.
In fact, it wasn't a handshake, just a perfunctory pat of hands.
Kyrgios glared at Gawain fiercely, "You should know that if you play a whole set instead of just five points, you can't win, even if you have a lot of lucky shots."
Of course Gao Wen knew it, but he couldn't admit defeat at this time.
Gawain raised the tail of his eyebrows slightly and glared back without showing any weakness. With such a strong momentum, he was not only not inferior to Kyrgios, but also had a slight advantage.
Kyrgios seemed to have hit a wall. He laughed in anger and nodded repeatedly, "Very good, I will remember you. I look forward to seeing you in the professional arena in the future."
Kyrgios didn't even ask, he knew that with Gao Wen's ability, he was definitely not an amateur.
Gawain really, really wants to tease Kyrgios. If he says at this time, "Oh, I'm not interested in professional competitions, I'm just playing around in my spare time", I wonder if Kyrgios will explode on the spot?
Considering that after the charity exhibition game, it would probably be the freshman players who would come to clean up the court, and it would be difficult to clean up the blood, flesh and bones on the ground, Gao Wen swallowed the words on his lips.
Kyrgios turned and left. Looking at his muscular back, Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly. He had no doubt that if he provoked him again, the tennis court might turn into a boxing ring. He didn't mind having a fight with Kyrgios, but the idea of enforcing the NCAA's strict standards on violence was extinguished as soon as it started.
At this moment, the host standing on the scene finally closed his round mouth. Even Venus and Sharapova did not expect the direction of things. Then the host quickly stepped forward and stopped Gao Wen.
"My fan, judging from your skills, you don't seem to be an ordinary person. Are you playing in a tour tournament now?"
The problem is, even in the tour, if he could shave Kyrgios' head, he should at least be a player in the top 300. Why does he seem to have no impression of the young face in front of him?
"Ah, no, no, no, I'm still studying. I'm a student at UCLA, but I'm a member of the school tennis team."
No wonder!
Roar, roar, roar!
The Brown Bears fans at the scene cheered.
Kyrgios' stiffness eased a little. If he was an NCAA player, it would be barely excusable, but...wait! Why did he say it as if losing to an NCAA player was not shameful? He is a professional player, ranked in the top 200 in the world! NCAA players can only be considered semi-professional, okay?
Meow.
Kyrgios wanted to swear again.
"I see. NCAA players, are you planning to win the championship this year?"
"Ha, of course, this is our goal. But it still depends on the performance of Clay and Marcos. I am just a substitute player and I still need to work hard next time."
Ah! What? Substitute?
Just a substitute?
While the host was talking to Gawain, Kyrgios was struck by lightning. He froze in place, unable to move, with a thousand horses galloping through his heart.
"Wow, it seems that the Bruins are full of talent. We are also looking forward to your success in the NCAA this year."
"Thanks."
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The host has finished the interview, and then Raonic and the next audience member are about to take the stage.
The scene became lively again.
Gao Wen finally left the court. He could vaguely sense a burning gaze. He looked over subconsciously and saw Sharapova looking at him meaningfully. There was not much expression on her face. She seemed cold and arrogant, but a hint of amusement could still be detected in her eyes.
Gawain nodded politely, and without thinking too much, he saw Raonic, who looked concerned.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, Milos, keep going, I'm looking forward to your performance."
After a simple greeting, Gawain walked towards where McDonald was, and the audience nearby all started to make a noise.
Roar, roar, roar! What a blast!
The audience couldn't wait to come forward and high-five Gawain, just like a dragon-slaying hero returning in triumph, and the people all wanted to share in his joy.
The noisy scene attracted the host's attention. Raonic didn't mind. He looked at the lively corner with a smile and cheered with everyone.
But for Kyrgios, it was a torment, an overwhelming torment, and any slight sound at the scene was mocking his failure.
In the end, Kyrgios couldn't hold it in any longer. He fled the scene under the pretext of going to the bathroom and disappeared from everyone's sight. He did not appear for a long, long time.
No one knows what Kyrgios did in the locker room.
Later, when Gawain and McDonald returned to the locker room, they could find fist marks on the wall one after another. They couldn't help but smack their lips. It turned out that young people were still hot-tempered and not afraid of getting hurt. They tested the hardness of the wall in this way, and no one knew who won.
"Maybe, this time he can finally win for once."
MacDonald said very seriously, causing Gawain to laugh happily.
(End of this chapter)