Chapter 595 Ivory Tower
"Game, high, '6:4', '6:4'..."
The referee's voice announcing the score echoed over Court No. 2, announcing the end of the game. Gawain successfully defeated Johnson and advanced to the third round, quietly waiting for the winner between Nadal and Lopez.
Amidst the thunderous applause from the audience, Gao Wen trotted to the front of the net, waiting for Johnson to arrive and complete the friendly handshake after the game.
From a distance, you can see Johnson standing there, shaking his head slightly, revealing a hint of regret. Johnson, with a big beard, wearing a blue jersey and a blue hat, looks from a distance like Luigi, the plumber's brother in the "Super Mario" game, with a cartoon effect.
A bit funny.
While he was daydreaming, Johnson had already appeared in front of him. Gawain suppressed the smile on his face, stretched out his right hand first, and said a few polite words to Johnson.
The extended extra-game of the "Los Angeles Derby" was not as tense and spark-filled as imagined, and both players displayed the rationality of adults.
However, after a friendly handshake to show courtesy, Gawain took a step back and signaled Johnson to shake hands with the referee first and then leave.
This is a ritual that is not really a ritual.
In addition to showing chivalry, the losing side of the game will generally leave the court first, so they need to speed up the process of packing their luggage and equipment, so giving in at this time can buy them some time.
Johnson did not refuse. He took a step forward and shook hands with the referee. Then, at this moment, he turned around and came back, blocking Gawain and the referee.
The referee's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that Johnson had finally lost control of his temper and was about to lose his temper? Could it be that the Los Angeles derby could not be resolved peacefully after all?
What if Johnson suddenly threw a punch at Gawain? What if he got hit? Would he need to take a defensive stance with his punches?
A myriad of thoughts came flooding into his mind, and before they had time to ferment, Johnson spoke.
"Why."
"Why didn't you celebrate with your fist today?"
Gao Wen: ...
referee:……
Gawain didn't think much about it. When he saw Johnson's face coming back, he didn't put on a defensive posture, but cast a questioning look at him. He thought Johnson was talking some trash.
result……
That’s it?
"You want me to pump my fist in celebration and then we have a momentum battle or something? Like in college?"
A smile appeared in Gawain's eyes, revealing a light light, and then he explained.
"I was just thinking. You know, the brain is always working. I need to spend time thinking about the game. I need to stay focused, otherwise the result of the game may be different."
There was a hint of understanding in Johnson's eyes. He rubbed his hair which was flattened by the hat and soaked with sweat, and explained to himself.
"I thought it was because you felt I didn't bring enough pressure. If that's the case, I have to reflect on myself. I thought the game today would be more intense."
The Johnson in front of him was a little different from what Gawain had imagined.
In my impression, geniuses are more like Kyrgios, arrogant, unruly, and insolent because of their extraordinary talent. Even though Johnson is not a genius in the traditional sense, his brilliant achievements in the NCAA are truly recorded in the history books, and he has the capital to be proud.
If you lose, you will probably be furious, angry, and even take your anger out on others.
At least, that's how it feels for Kyrgios.
But Johnson didn't have that. He didn't have the arrogance and publicity of a gifted child. The faces of Thompson and Gillon appeared in Gawain's mind: entering society from university is a different world. They all need to face reality and grow up quickly. No wonder people always compare school to an ivory tower.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Gawain immediately smiled at Johnson.
"Ah, what a shame."
"You should say this at our city derby, you will definitely win applause and cheers."
City derby?
If such a statement was made in the city derby, the Bruins fans would probably dance and cheer; but the Trojans fans would probably perform a fireworks show with explosions on the spot, which would be a lively scene.
A big smile appeared on Johnson's honest and simple face.
"I'm actually praying devoutly that no alumni will watch this game, but considering that this is the Masters Tournament, the hope is slim, so I'd better leave the scene as soon as possible."
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"Don't worry. Even in the Masters, not so many people pay attention. The first thing I learned after leaving school is that we are not as important as we think."
Facing Johnson's teasing, Gawain also made a harsh self-deprecating complaint, and then spread out his hands with an innocent look on his face. His calm look made Johnson feel relieved immediately, and he couldn't help but look at Gawain twice more.
If they were not sworn enemies in the same city, Johnson would be willing to admit that this guy was interesting, but... there are no ifs.
So Johnson just smiled, nodded slightly to Gawain, and said, "Great game." Gawain also raised his chin and said the same thing in response, then he turned and left.
Watching Johnson's back as he left, Gawain couldn't help thinking: One day in the future, maybe he will run into Thompson or Gillon, as well as McDonald and other friends in the college arena on the court. He is looking forward to that day coming soon.
Because this means that after leaving the ivory tower, they met again in the professional arena. No matter how they performed, at least they chose to continue pursuing their dreams, reunited in another way, and then continued to compete with each other and run together on the road to their dreams, proving with practical actions: Life is not only about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also dreams, passion, and many more.
Looking away, Gao Wen saw the referee leaning back slightly with a strange expression on his face, his right leg slightly raised towards his chest in a weird posture, as if he was curled up to protect himself, ready to block the attack with his right leg and hands.
attack?
But who would attack the referee? Once it happens, the result may be a fine or a three-piece suspension. No one dares to challenge the association's bottom line.
Gao Wen looked at the referee with a puzzled look in his eyes, stretched out his right hand, shook it politely, then walked to the center of the court and waved to everyone.
However, today's post-match celebration was a little shorter, and Gao Wen did not have time to sign autographs or take photos with the fans, because there was a doubles match waiting for him. He needed to do some simple recovery training, relax his muscles, and wait for the second game to come. He still had a lot of things to do.
In the player lounge, players gathered in groups of two or three, watching the broadcast on the TV screen. No one spoke, and they all focused on the game:
Thiem is playing against Djokovic.
(End of this chapter)