Chapter 531 Return to Peace
Long and lush trees extend along the wide avenue to the far end of the sight. The luxuriant treetops extend horizontally and intersect above the head. The green eyes block the cloudless blue sky. The clear golden sunlight can only penetrate the treetops sparsely and cast a colorful and intertwined vitality on the ground.
A light breeze blew, and the branches rustled and swayed gracefully. Through the gaps, I could vaguely see a brick-red building hidden in between. I inadvertently peeked at a window, and then I could see a figure studying hard in the library. It seemed as if I could smell the fragrance of books floating in the air, and time slowed down.
There is always a unique atmosphere in the campus, which is quietly and vaguely distinguished from social life. After leaving for many years, one can't help but miss those days when they were painful because of homework and tormented by exams. At that time, exploring the essence of the world was their only task, as if they could peek into the secrets of the universe and life as long as they worked hard enough.
Then, they grow up and life is never the same again.
When he came back, all his energy and attention were focused on a healthy knee and a chance to pursue his dream again, so much so that he neglected the beauty of campus life. It was only after ten months of professional tennis that he returned to school and remembered how rare and precious campus time was.
It’s still early morning, still jogging, still on the way to the stadium, as if nothing has changed.
The hustle and bustle of New York was two days ago.
Apart from the elegant dresses at the charity gala and premiere, Gao Wen's daily life is still packed with radio programs, magazine cover shoots, charity events, public relations and so on. The schedules are one after another, filling up the whole day, and even sleep time can only be squeezed out.
From radio stations to newspapers, from magazines to new media, there were countless interviews. At first, Gao Wen could still remember the number of media interviews, but soon he lost track of it. The number in his mind remained at 25, but the number of interviews continued to rise.
He even gave an interview to the Icelandic media.
But the question is, Iceland? Do they really care about tennis? The busy schedule lasted for a whole week, and finally came to a temporary end, not because the schedule was over, but because Tobias needed to adjust a little. Considering that the Asian season is about to kick off, Gao Wen must find a balance between daily training and busy publicity.
For professional players, performance on the field is still the key.
Moreover, the sponsorships and endorsements focused on Gawain also need to be sorted out. Tobias needs to determine Gawain's image and future development direction, and then gradually finalize contracts for Gawain. A short break is for a better start next time.
In addition, there is another very important reason: the creative ideas and content of Nike's first individual advertisement tailored for Gao Wen have been officially finalized. They will return to California and go to the desert area to complete the field shooting. It will be launched globally before October at the earliest to launch a comprehensive publicity.
Thus, Gao Wen finally ended this incredible crazy journey in New York and returned to Los Angeles, winning precious time for rest and adjustment.
On the surface, nothing has changed, and the campus is still the familiar campus, but in fact, many things have changed. I jogged through the campus without realizing it, but a sense of reluctance deep in my heart made me slow down my pace, open my pores, and breathe in the atmosphere of the campus.
"...Gawain! Good job!"
"Gawain, I look forward to your next performance!"
"Come on! Gawain, come on!"
"Champion! Roar, roar, champion!"
"Brown Bear, go! Brown Bear!"
A group of students were on their way to class. When they saw Gao Wen, they couldn't wait to jump up, cheering and shouting happily. The energetic voices stirred up the sunshine on the ground. In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with skylight and ripples spread out.
Gawain looked in the direction of the voice and smiled in response. He did not stop jogging and continued running towards his destination at a steady pace. Then, a series of wolf howls came from behind him, accompanied by laughter and whistles, cheering for Gawain in this way.
Awooo... Awooo! The vigorous shout startled a flock of birds, which flapped their wings and left the branches. The sparse leaves swirled and fell down, and then a burst of youthful laughter could be heard, wanton and unrestrained.
See, that's the difference.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
The sound of footsteps broke the morning tranquility of the training ground. I took a deep breath, and the cool and fresh air rushed in, making me seem a little lighter.
But he didn't stop, he walked all the way forward, entered the building where the locker room was, walked through the dim corridor, and found the coach's office.
He stood at the door and adjusted his breathing, then knocked on the door and looked through the frosted glass, wondering if Coach Martin had arrived at the training ground. If it was according to his usual habits, the coach should have to wait a little longer before coming over, but -
"Come in."
Hearing the coach's familiar voice coming from inside, Gao Wen pushed open the office door, a smile appeared on his face, and he greeted enthusiastically.
"Coach, why are you here so early today?"
Martin was sitting behind his desk, busy at work. When he heard the sound, he raised his head slowly. He could see that his face looked slightly tired, but he couldn't tell clearly -
Is it because I woke up early in the morning and am still sleepy, or is it because I am indeed very tired recently?
At this moment, seeing that the person coming was Gawain, a big smile bloomed on Martin's cheeks. He leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his arms, and spoke in a light tone.
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"It's all because of you. Our team's number one singles player has turned professional, so all the lineups for this season need to be overturned and started over again."
Gao Wen was slightly stunned, scratched his head, and laughed, "Hehe," "Coach, you already know it."
Looking at the slightly embarrassed Gawain in front of him, Martin's eyes showed a trace of relief, but his words were still teasing, "Isn't this a matter of course?"
Then Martin stood up, walked around the desk, opened his arms and gave Gawain a big hug, patting him heavily on the back.
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"
"You played very well, really very well. In the match against Wawrinka, I almost thought you might lose, but you still persevered. Your performance in the third and fourth sets was really wonderful. In the end, the victory should belong to you."
"After that game, I knew you had the potential to be a champion."
"Nice win!"
"A beautiful win..."
As he spoke, Martin's voice choked slightly, and in an instant, the boiling and turbulent emotions burst out, so much so that he could hardly control them. He looked at Gawain in front of him with satisfaction, and thousands of words surged deep in his throat, but they just turned into a smile. Then he gently patted Gawain on the shoulder and repeated it again.
"A beautiful win."
(End of this chapter)