Chapter 516: Speed ​​is of the essence

Yesterday, after winning the championship, everything happened so fast, as if the whole world was on fast forward and was being dragged along without any time to breathe. Even though I knew that the text messages and messages on my phone were constantly reminding me, I had no time to confirm them.

It wasn't until now that I had time to open my phone and read the message.

McDonald, Gillon, Thompson and other friends all sent messages at the first time. Obviously, they were all sitting in front of the TV to watch the live broadcast. They could feel the surging emotions and boiling blood between the lines, as if they were standing on the field themselves.

Thiem, Dimitrov, Raonic and other new friends who had just met for a short time also sent messages to congratulate them. They were even more shocked than ordinary fans. The friends who practiced and chatted with them during the US Open won the championship unexpectedly, which was definitely more exciting.

In addition, text messages from Coaches Grant and Martin were also sent. They have witnessed Gao Wen's growth along the way, especially the hard training in the summer, and they are filled with emotion at this time.

Coach Martin's text message sounded heartfelt.

"…This is a trophy you won with your sweat and persistence. Congratulations! However, I know this should not be your end. Don't forget your dream. You deserve more. There is a wider and more wonderful world ahead, and more difficult and amazing records are waiting for you.

The fight never ends. "

The text message celebrating the championship poured a bucket of cold water on Gao Wen at an inopportune time, but Gao Wen could deeply feel Coach Martin's expectations and care for him.

Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease; honest advice may be unpleasant to the ears but is good for conduct.

Carefully reading Martin's text message, Gao Wen felt a warm feeling in his heart. He knew that the coach was thinking about him sincerely. He didn't know how many times these words had been revised and considered. He might even have considered saying nothing and celebrating the championship like everyone else, but he finally finished editing and sent it over.

"Dear Coach Martin, keep-fighting, keep-pounding."

Fighting can be used to describe the powerful sound of the heart hitting the chest, and it is also the sound of hitting a tennis ball. When used here, it means that the blood is boiling and the morale is high. It means always fighting, always passionate, and always striving. That's probably it.

Gao Wen sent his reply in this way, and a smile rose slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Gao Wen's action of replying to the congratulatory text message. He looked up at the door and asked in a loud voice.

"Who's there?"

Who would knock on the door so early in the morning?

"Gawain, it's me, John."

Tobias? An unexpected but reasonable answer.

Gawain trotted over and opened the door. He immediately saw Tobias in a suit and tie, with another strange man in a suit standing behind him.

Although his head was full of question marks, Gawain nodded politely and cast an inquiring look at Tobias.

Tobias looked at Gawain's condition and immediately reacted, "You haven't started preparing yet? Have you forgotten? Rockefeller Plaza, nine o'clock?"

"..." Gao Wen was a little confused, and was stunned for a moment, "Ah! Ah! 'Today Show', I'm sorry, I really forgot about it completely."

Is the celebration of the championship over?

If someone thinks so, it would be too naive. Obviously, yesterday was just the first step of the celebration of the Grand Slam championship. There is still a busy schedule waiting for the next step.

This morning, Gawain was going to be interviewed by the "Today Show", but last night was so busy and crowded that, to be honest, Gawain really had no recollection of it and had completely forgotten about it. If it weren't for his biological clock still functioning properly, Tobias would have to seek help from the hotel front desk to wake Gawain up.

Tobias was not as surprised as he had imagined. "I know how exhausting last night's activities were, so I came here early to avoid any deviations. Don't worry, there is still time for everything. We still have a little time before heading to Rockefeller Plaza."

Having said that, Tobias turned and looked at the suit behind him.

"Let me introduce you to Gawain, Ian Jenkins; Ian, Gawain."

Gawain was a little embarrassed. He looked down at himself, only wearing a pair of sports shorts. "Please forgive my simple clothes. This is definitely not the image I want to show."

Jenkins took a step forward, held Gawain's right hand, and smiled widely. "It was my fault. No one would knock on someone's door early in the morning and expect them to show up in formal attire."

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, "I thought all New Yorkers were like this."

"Haha, I can't deny that in New York, I often dig my assistant out of bed at five in the morning, but we are facing California time now, so, hush, let's forget about that for a while." Jenkins also followed Gao Wen and made a classic East and West Coast joke. There is obviously a huge difference in the working style of New York and Los Angeles.

One comes and one goes.

Tobias chimed in, "Good, it looks like you don't need my help anymore."

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Gao Wen took a step back and made an inviting gesture, "Please come in. I'll go into the room and find some clothes first. You still need to be careful about catching a cold in the summer."

Amidst the laughter, Gawain quickly entered the corner of the room, dug out a jersey, and put it on. However, his mind was filled with thoughts:

Who was this person? Knowing that he had a schedule on the Today Show this morning, Tobias couldn't wait for even a little time and came directly to the door? And there was no news or signs yesterday.

There were too few clues. All of a sudden, all kinds of speculations surged in my mind, but I had no clue. It was obviously not suitable to think slowly at this time. Gao Wen's hotel room was just a simple standard room with no extra space. It was clear at a glance. He could see the guest by turning around.

Fortunately, there were still two chairs and a coffee table left in the corner of the room, which avoided the dilemma of them having to sit on the bed to talk.

"John, are you sure you don't need to go to the hotel lobby? I think there is a very, very spacious space there." Gawain gave a sincere suggestion.

Unexpectedly, Tobias and Jenkins exchanged glances and both laughed. Just when Gawain was confused about what was wrong with his suggestion, Jenkins took the initiative to speak.

"I think we should just stay here and keep a low profile as much as possible."

"Oh, I forgot to formally introduce myself. Ian Jenkins, I currently work for Nike. I came here today specifically hoping to convince Mr. Gao to officially sign a contract with our brand."

Sponsor? Nike?

No wonder! Then everything can be explained, but even for sponsors, there is no need to rush for an hour or two. They can sit down and talk slowly after the "Today Show" program is over. Why do they need to be so anxious? Can't even wait for a little time? If Jenkins knew Gao Wen's doubts, he would give an unwavering answer: Yes, he can't wait. Speed ​​is of the essence.

(End of this chapter)