Chapter 830: Quick Talk

In the locker room, people were coming and going, bustling and bustling. The first week of a Grand Slam tournament is always like this, with a constant flow of people and a huge crowd.

Walk into Rod Laver Arena, through the lobby and lounge, through the pre-match warm-up training space, to the left is the women's locker room - don't go the wrong way, to the right is the men's locker room.

Upon entering the room, the spacious space suddenly becomes cramped. There is a corridor leading to the end, and the left and right sides are neatly divided into eight areas. Each area is equipped with seats and lockers. The rectangular lockers can store all the players' equipment and personal belongings.

Every year, after the main draw is determined, the tournament organizing committee will arrange the lockers in alphabetical order according to the first letters of the names of the 128 players on the draw, and each locker will be labeled with the player's name.

In other words, players do not have the right to choose their own lockers, and the locations of their lockers may change every year. However, because the changes in the alphabetical order of names will not be too drastic, even if there are changes, they are often nearby. Over time, players will become familiar with their own area.

"WG".

These are Gawain's initials, and if they are arranged in order, they are either in the first compartment or the second.

He stopped at the end of the corridor, looked left and right, and immediately realized that he should be on the right side: because he could see an Australian player, Sam-Groth, whose first letter of his last name was the same as Gawain's.

Meanwhile, next to Gross are two Australian players with the initials "K". Their lockers should also be nearby:

Kyrgios and Koggenakis.

When a group of tall and strong players gathered together, the space became a little crowded.

"...He must have thought he was a gentleman, but he looked like a clown."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, he always thinks he is a charmer. He always has the same expression, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes bright, but that look is like swallowing two tons of butter, so greasy that it makes people sick. I almost vomited last Friday's dinner, okay?"

"Ha ha!"

"I can imagine him walking into a bar, pretending to be the cool guy, but in fact, the awkwardness and stiffness have already come out of him."

"Hahaha!"

Dancing and talking.

Chirping and making a lot of noise.

Koggenakis could be seen imitating something vividly, and his vivid expression made Kyrgios laugh so hard that he fell backwards.

Then Tomic was revealed standing at the back, his hands folded on his chest, leaning against the locker, chewing gum, his eyes and mouth full of smiles. Even if he didn't say much, one could feel the arrogance and publicity of the young man, and the pride between his brows was shining.

The owner of the locker, Gross, stood aside. Although he was also smiling, one could still feel his restraint. He did not join in their conversation. He nodded slightly and laughed from time to time, playing the role of a qualified listener, but his presence did not feel very strong.

This is not surprising.

Among this new generation of Australia's future hopes, Tomic was the first to become famous in 1992, while Gross was born in 1987.

If we count based on a generation of three years, there is already a generation between them, and their styles of doing things are very different, so it is difficult for them to get along with each other.

Just now, when Koggenakis was speaking, his eyes kept shifting between Kyrgios and Tomic, but he didn't notice Gross at all.

It was also because of this that Gross was the first to notice Gawain.

“Ahem.”

Gross's smile immediately froze, and he looked like someone who had been caught speaking ill of someone behind someone's back. He could feel the discomfort and embarrassment all over his body.

Her eyes moved around unsteadily, and she took the initiative to meet Gawain's gaze, showing a smile that was meant to be covert, but it soon drifted away quietly.

"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!"

After a few consecutive coughs, it seemed as if Gross might cough out his entire lung if he pushed a little harder.

Then, Koggenakis and others finally noticed the presence of outsiders.

But compared to Kroos, this group of young people obviously have a different way of thinking. Since they dare to "perform" so blatantly in public, they are not afraid of being discovered. They don't feel embarrassed at all and act frankly as if it is a matter of course.

Koggenakis curled his lips, his expression full of disgust, and it was all in bold capital letters.

Tomic didn't move, just looked at Gawain lazily, with a bit of criticism in his eyes.

And what about Kyrgios?

The young master spotted Gawain, as if he had noticed his prey, a sly smile appeared on his face, and he was filled with excitement.

Then, he walked straight up, swaggeringly.

"Come on, let me recreate the scene for you."

The words were clearly addressed to Kojinakis and Tomic, but his eyes were staring straight at Gawain, clearly a provocation.

"Let's say this is a bar, and someone walks in, flirting with women, not realizing that he looks like a loser."

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"Stupid but unaware."

Blah blah.

Kyrgios’s voice clanged like a broken gong in the locker room cubicles, and his tonsils were visible.

Because Kyrgios deliberately raised his chin to express his arrogance and condescension, and the result was that his two black nostrils were facing Gawain.

Honestly, Gao Wen thought the scene was... a little funny. He didn't know what movie these people learned this cheap routine from. Every pore exuded a cheap plastic temperament. The phrase "stupid and unaware" was simply a stroke of genius, perfectly fitting the scene in front of him.

But, I shouldn’t laugh at this moment…right?

Gawain hesitated whether he should kindly and politely warn Kyrgios to avoid embarrassing himself elsewhere in the future, while the little devil deep in his heart brandished his sword and protested strongly. How could he enjoy such a ridiculous and funny performance that could be recorded in cultural heritage alone? It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone.

After careful consideration, Gao Wen felt that he should still give a reminder. There was nothing he could do about it; he was just that kind.

At this moment——

"Shut up!"

There was a roar from behind, which exploded directly in an unreasonable and earth-shattering way. The roar was so powerful that everyone in the locker room turned their eyes to him.

Even Kyrgios' words were cut off.

Gawain turned his head and saw Wawrinka, who had just walked out of the bathroom, with a flushed face and furrowed brows, continuing to roar in the direction of Kyrgios.

"Shut up!"

"It's so noisy! Even if a hundred thousand flies were flying around in your mouth, they wouldn't make you shut up! If you have time to complain here, you might as well go to the circus and perform monkey shows."

The whole audience was silent.

(End of this chapter)