Chapter 630: Compromise

"Can I qualify for the year-end finals?"

Gao Wen was very surprised, as he did not pay close attention to the changes in the world rankings.

In his opinion, he has only participated in three ATP professional-level events, namely the US Open, Taipei Open and Shanghai Open, so how could he possibly compete for a place in the year-end finals? Therefore, this matter has never entered Gao Wen's radar.

But now that Sampras said this, Gawain could not hide his surprise, and then he got affirmative answers from Pelt and Tobias, but it still didn't feel too real.

"If that's the case, then of course we have to go all out and give it a try."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth and his eyes were shining with eagerness, as if he couldn't wait to roll up his sleeves and get into battle.

"That's the year-end finals. How can I miss the chance to compete with the best players who have performed well this year?"

In Gawain's eyes, those were piles of wool, no matter if it was the Big Four or other players shortlisted for the year-end list, all of them were like that!

Compared to winning or losing, the opportunity to stand on the court and fight for the top of the Forbidden City is the most rare and precious.

Gao Wen is already getting ready to go.

Tobias' eyes showed a hint of joy, but Pert was anxious, "Gawain, your physical strength."

"Do you know how bad your physical condition is now? You need to train systematically, otherwise, even if you stand at the O2 Arena, your performance will be a disaster."

"Training is the cornerstone of the game. You should be smarter."

Pelt's words were a bit harsh, and they went straight to the point.

Tobias's expression changed slightly, and he was about to argue with Pelt, but Sampras stopped him in time with his eyes. Almost at the same time, Gawain could be heard revealing a thoughtful expression and nodding slightly.

"Martin is right."

This time, it was Tobias' turn to be anxious, so he called out "Gawain". As a result, he saw Gawain smiling again, as if he had made a decision, and spoke in a light and casual tone.

"How about this."

"We arrived in Paris, trained systematically for a week, and then competed for two consecutive weeks. Where did Pete mention that just now? Valencia and Paris?"

"Yes, then it will be Valencia and Paris, two weeks of games, we will go all out and fight to our heart's content to see if we can secure a spot in the year-end finals."

Hmm? So this is... a compromise? Instead of playing three weeks in a row, you can train systematically for one week and then play for two weeks in a row.

If you can successfully qualify for the year-end finals, you can get another week of rest and training before participating in the Huashan Sword Contest; if not, the Paris Masters will be the last stop of the season.

This way, Pelt's concerns can be addressed while Tobias's ideas can be upheld.

Perfect!

Sampras' eyes suddenly lit up. Although he didn't want to admit it, deep down, Sampras was still competitive and eager to fight and win.

He still hoped that Gawain could give it a try, but now as a coach, he kept reminding himself not to be so willful and to look at the long term. After all, he now had more things to consider, and as the leader of the entire team, he needed to give Gawain the right advice.

But obviously, Pelt and Tobias didn't think so, and both of them had very serious expressions.

Tobias took the opportunity to speak first.

"Gawain, are you sure?"

"With your current points, even if you compete for three weeks, you still need to see the performance of your direct competitors. If you compete for two weeks, it will definitely be more difficult. Maybe you need to win two consecutive events to have a chance. It's a very, very slim chance, and it's very likely that you will be in vain."

"If you're going to sprint for a spot in the year-end finals, you'd better..."

Tobias spoke hurriedly, but he couldn't continue. Gawain raised his hand to stop him and told Tobias to calm down with a big smile.

"John, I know how difficult it is. Didn't Pete just say that even if I win for three consecutive weeks, it doesn't guarantee that I will be selected."

"So, what I need is an opportunity, a hope, a goal to fight for, you know? When I stand on the court and fight, that is the most wonderful and happiest moment."

“Play two weeks in a row, do the best I can within my current capabilities, and then we’ll wait and see the results.”

"Maybe, in Valencia, I lose in the first round and everything will be impossible. Then, wouldn't our worries be in vain?"

Gawain's words were not passionate, and could not even be heard clearly in the noise of the cabin. They were occasionally intermittent, but his confident eyes and calm smile released a high morale from the inside out, just like the sunshine in midsummer, tearing through the darkness and shining on the vast ocean.

Suddenly, Tobias realized the difference between belief and obsession.

The so-called obsession is to compete for a place in the year-end finals, even if it means being torn to pieces. It is a kind of madness like a moth to a flame.

This is exactly what Pelt opposes, because they cannot just focus on this year. Gao Wen's career has just started and there is still a long way to go in the future.

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The so-called belief is to release all energy without reservation with a goal in mind. The result is important, very important, but the process is equally important.

If you can't enjoy the process, the beauty and happiness of the result will be greatly reduced.

In Gawain, Tobias saw faith, but no obsession.

Then Gawain turned to look at Pelt.

"Martin, I know your concerns. Believe me, I definitely don't want to go through the same feelings as in the last game. Besides, I also want to get my touch and form back more urgently than anyone else."

"But, that's the year-end finals, that's a chance to compete with all the top players. If I don't give it a try, I won't just regret it, I won't be myself at all."

“It’s like the U.S. Open.”

After saying this, Gao Wen smiled widely and spoke solemnly.

"Martin, I know you are thinking about me and planning for my career. Like John and Pete, you are on the same side, including me, of course."

"So, I need your help now. I will fully cooperate with you in the systematic training in Paris and prepare for the subsequent competitions. My goal is not to go to the field and then be eliminated. I need to win and fight, because my goal is in London."

Every word fell on Pelt lightly but firmly.

Peart did not experience the legend of following Gawain to the top of the US Open, but looking at the young man in front of him, he truly felt for the first time the heart beating violently in his chest and the courage blooming deep in his soul.

Unable to help himself, Pelt also became excited and his blood boiled.

Pelt glanced at Tobias, then at Sampras, and finally at Gawain. His words inadvertently revealed a hint of blood, the kind that makes people's spines chill.

"Are you sure you want to cooperate completely? One hundred percent?"

(End of this chapter)