Chapter 718: One in Ten Thousand

Plop.

Qiao Wangsheng closed his eyes and quietly felt his heart beating. It was strong and powerful, slowly accelerating, getting faster and heavier, and hitting his chest hard.

I opened my eyes and looked at the news headlines on my phone screen again.

“Breaking news: Gawain will replace Milos Raonic at the O2 Arena to complete the remaining games of the year-end finals.”

Boom boom boom! My heartbeat was getting faster and faster, almost bursting. I tried my best but still couldn't control my excitement.

"ah!"

In the end, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't hold it in any longer. He clenched his fist and roared softly, but after the first roar, he could no longer control himself.

“Ahhhh!”

The Chinese media has gone crazy.

Of course, everyone has thought of this possibility:

After Gawain won the Paris Masters, he entered the top ten in the world rankings for the first time, and because of Nadal's withdrawal he became the first substitute, so the possibility of him coming on as a substitute naturally exists.

But, all this is too crazy and too turbulent——

The first Grand Slam, the first Masters, could he still make history by appearing on the year-end finals stage? It was hard to imagine that just four months ago, there was not even a male player in the Chinese mainland who could rank among the top 100 in the world, and no male player could win a challenge tournament. Everything was in its most primitive and weakest state.

But now? It is precisely because of this that even just a "possibility" is enough to speed up one's heartbeat.

Then, "possibility" becomes reality.

In just five minutes, the top spot on the social network's hot search list changed hands, and the keyword "Gao Wen's first appearance on the year-end finals stage" emerged.

The frequency of screen swiping visible to the naked eye can clearly make you feel the coming of the heat wave, with overwhelming news reports, huge netizens’ heated discussions, and a huge traffic frenzy... there is no end in sight.

If he had not been on the subway on his way home from get off work, Qiao Wangsheng would have probably exploded into a firework by now. But even so, surrounded by the bustling crowd, Qiao Wangsheng still laughed wildly, happily and brilliantly.

After a tiring and busy whole day of work, the life of a corporate slave weighs heavily on my shoulders, making it almost impossible to straighten my back. The light from the mobile phone screens illuminates those expressionless and soulless faces. The cold of early winter seems to have dyed a touch of gray above their brows, and there is no spirit at all.

Qiao Wangsheng was like an alien, holding his cell phone tightly and smiling foolishly in the subway.

At this moment, Qiao Wangsheng noticed that several mobile phones around him received message alerts. They reflexively clicked on the messages to read them, and then there was a slight fluctuation on each of their faces. The lifeless air also began to ripple, as if they could feel the happiness spreading.

Are they happy about the same news?

Inadvertently, Qiao Wangsheng noticed another stranger in the crowd. He opened his mouth, unable to believe his eyes, and exclaimed "Gawain", but immediately covered his mouth and looked around cautiously. The two people's eyes inadvertently collided.

Qiao Wangsheng responded with a smile, and the other party also curled the corners of his mouth, then looked away and continued to look at his phone.

Qiao Wangsheng's mood not only did not calm down, but became more and more turbulent, because he knew that Gao Wen was bringing a touch of color to life in his own way.

He and they, in their lives that repeat themselves day after day, have regained hope because of this young man who continues to create miracles.

Gawain made them believe that there were more possibilities in life, there was still a glimmer of hope for dreams, and there was a ray of rising morning light hidden behind the clouds.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't help but feel excited and he sent a message in the group immediately.

"Nine o'clock at night!"

"Gawain appears!"

The two messages had just been sent out when, like boiling water, a flood of messages burst out with amazing energy and continued to flood the screen.

Buzz.

Buzz buzz buzz.

It was just dawn in Los Angeles. Gu Xiao was playing chess with Zhou Gong. The two were talking happily. Gu Xiao was proposing to Zhou Gong's beautiful daughter, but Zhou Gong's answer was, "Buzz. Buzz, buzz."

Gu Xiao tried to hear Zhou Gong's answer clearly and couldn't help but move closer. "What?"

“Buzz buzz buzz.”

Still unable to hear clearly, Gu Xiao moved forward a little, and ended up overturning the chessboard.

Huh.

Suddenly, Gu Xiao woke up and opened his eyes. It was pitch black. The blackout curtains blocked out all light. Only the faint light from the mobile phone screen was vibrating faintly.

I opened my phone half-heartedly and saw that there were more than a thousand messages in the group.

What are these people doing, chatting so animatedly?

As soon as it is opened.

“…I think there is hope.”

"Just in terms of playing style, Gao Wen really doesn't like playing against Kei Nishikori."

"If we make it to the semi-finals, will we be playing against Sandezi? Again?"

"Actually it's good for Sandezi, can we expect a three-game winning streak?"

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"But the qualification conditions are too harsh. Even if we beat Kei Nishikori, we still have to see how another match goes."

"I am familiar with this situation."

"Haha, it feels familiar again. It was like this last week. Will it continue this week?"

Wait, what? Gu Xiao stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone. He was still asleep and his brain was not able to react. Until an idea came into his head, he woke up immediately:

What! "What!" Meng Xiushan almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

Brad Tate nodded with a smile, "It's true, Raonic retired due to injury, and Gawain is confirmed to be on the bench. In a few hours, he will play against Kei Nishikori."

Meng Xiushan was stunned for a while and didn't say anything.

Tate called out again, "Meng?"

Meng Xiushan finally came back to his senses, and a smile rose slightly on his lips. "He always brings surprises, doesn't he? Every time when we have given up believing, he still fights and writes his own story. Maybe he can't create miracles every time, but he always keeps moving forward."

The year-end finals? They had been looking forward to it, but all ended in disappointment. However, after a series of twists and turns, Gawain finally won the opportunity to appear in London.

So, what now?

Even if he is a substitute, Gao Wen will definitely seize the opportunity.

Just like the Paris Masters, it’s a one in ten thousand chance.

Last week, in Paris, Gao Wen only had to win the championship to win himself a chance to enter the year-end finals, and he did it and succeeded.

This week in London, Gawain came on as a substitute and had to try his best to have a slim chance of qualifying for the group and reaching the semi-finals.

But Meng Xiushan knew that no matter if the chance was one in ten thousand or one in a hundred thousand, Gao Wen would fight to the end.

Uncontrollably, my heart started beating rapidly.

Meng Xiushan looked at Tate and said, "How about we watch the game together at the bar?"

"So early in the morning?" Tate couldn't believe it. It was only eight o'clock on the east coast of North America. Was he going to a bar to drink so early in the morning?

But… "I like it."

Tate raised his hand and high-fived Meng Xiushan to celebrate. A ray of light seemed to appear in the gray sky in the severe winter.

(End of this chapter)