Chapter 840 Running Alone

"Huh..."

After looking at the schedule and confirming that my first round match would be in Rod Laver Arena, I felt relieved and could now prepare for the match with peace of mind.

Zhang Ze let out a long breath, then clenched his fists tightly to cheer himself up.

While facing Hewitt at Melbourne Park will undoubtedly be a tough challenge, he is ready for it.

Training, what he urgently needs now is training.

Without pausing, Zhang Ze ran excitedly to the sign-in area in the player's lounge area and signed his name.

This sign-in place is not for confirming reports, but a place to find training partners.

In addition to the top 30 superstars in the world, the Grand Slam tournaments also gather middle-level players who are ranked outside the 50th to around 300th in the world.

Perhaps, they are not the favorites to win the tour championship, but they are the most important component of the professional arena, equivalent to the blue-collar class.

Some of these players can soar to the sky and have their own breakthroughs, but most of them cannot, and instead stick to one job like workers.

It is also because of this that there are many lone players coming to the Grand Slam.

The so-called "being left alone" is that, on the one hand, they do not have a large coaching team to support them, and on the other hand, they cannot find a fixed sparring partner.

The sign-in place is responsible for playing such a role——

Players only need to sign their names at the sign-in area to indicate that they are looking for a training partner, and then wait patiently. Other single players will sign their names in the corresponding positions and then go to the training ground to train together.

Occasionally, there are times when we cannot wait and training cannot be carried out, but such situations are rare and most of the time we can find the lone players.

In the past two years, Zhang Ze has come to Melbourne to compete with Wu Di, so he is not worried about his training partner.

But this year Wu Di was absent due to injury, and in the end only Zhang Ze came alone.

A little lonely.

Especially when I arrived at the training ground alone, looking at the empty stadium and the setting sun, the feeling of loneliness became even more intense.

In fact, tennis is a very lonely sport.

When they stand on the court, they are alone and have to rely on themselves for everything. It is a war between themselves and their opponents, but also a war between themselves and themselves. It is even more lonely than a 100-meter race or boxing, because their opponents are standing on the other side of the court and their faces cannot be seen at all.

From zone one to zone two and then back to zone one, from the left end of the baseline to the right end and then to the left end, they ran back and forth by themselves. In such a huge stadium, it seemed as if they were the only ones there.

The setting sun is burning in the sky and the breeze is blowing on my face.

Looking at the empty stadium in front of him, Zhang Ze couldn't help but be dazed.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but doubt himself: Is choosing tennis and a career the right path? He didn't seem to have such outstanding talent, and it seemed that he couldn't make it to the top despite all his efforts. He was just running on the court for an illusory goal that he didn't even believe in, struggling to touch that unattainable dream, but he could never get closer.

Just... getting farther and farther away.

In a trance, confusion began to surge in him. What was he fighting for? What was he running for? The enthusiasm of his youth seemed to have burned out.

I looked around, but I couldn't see my friends or the goal. I ran aimlessly and it seemed that I would never find the direction, let alone the goal.

The hustle and bustle of Melbourne Park belongs to Rod Laver Arena and Margaret Court Arena. The heat and scorching heat of the training ground has slowly cooled down with the afterglow of the setting sun. The peacock blue night slowly descends, and the whole world is so empty that it seems that no one else can be seen.

After all, those brilliances do not belong to him.

There were eleven people in the Chinese women's team, including those participating in the qualifying rounds. It was bustling with activity and chatter, making it extremely lively.

But the men's team...

I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Zhang Ze shook his head and took a deep breath.

call.

The air still retained some of the dry heat that had not completely dissipated, mixed with a little bit of the coolness of the evening, and penetrated into his lungs. He could not help but shiver, but the chaotic thoughts in his mind settled down and he regained his concentration.

Then he stood up directly.

He can't just sit here and wait, he needs to start some basic training, such as serving training, footwork training, movement training, etc.

He has fallen far behind. He has no time to be sad or stop. He must seize every opportunity and run at full speed.

huff huff.

After panting and sweating profusely and devoting myself to training, all the messy thoughts in my brain were cleared, and then everything became simple.

Push off the ground and exert force.

Brake, control.

Running and moving have evolved into a habit, reawakening muscle memory, staying focused, and giving it your all.

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Time passed silently and he didn't notice how much time had passed. Then he heard whispers in the distance, which made Zhang Ze stop. Could it be that his training partner had arrived?

But I don’t know who it is, because the way of finding a partner is random, so it’s like opening a blind box. It’s inevitable to be excited before the answer is revealed.

Over the past few days, Zhang Ze has trained with several players who have qualified for the men's singles main draw, but overall, the training intensity can still be improved.

So, should he take the initiative to say hello? Be more enthusiastic? Or not to scare the other person? Or should he continue to pretend to train? Be more natural? While he was hesitating, two figures could be seen at the entrance of the training ground, talking and laughing, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

Before Zhang Ze could make up his mind, he could already see a figure gradually becoming clearer the next second.

"Hey, good afternoon..."

Out of habit, Zhang Ze chose to greet politely, but his voice got stuck in his throat just before he said half a sentence. He could hardly believe his eyes.

stunned.

But before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he hurriedly swallowed and changed his words, trying to hide his panic, but ended up choking on his own saliva.

Cough cough.

Cough cough!

"Hey, you okay?"

"Ah...what's wrong? Are you having trouble breathing? Or something?"

"Martin, water! Give me water."

The first sentence is in English.

The second sentence was in Chinese, apparently realizing that English was not needed at this moment.

The third sentence is in English again.

Zhang Ze was speechless. The more he coughed, the more ashamed he felt, and the more ashamed he felt, the more he coughed. It was like a vicious cycle that he could never escape from. It was simply hell. The only thought in his mind now was to disappear from the scene, but on second thought, he seemed a little reluctant to do so. His mood was very conflicted.

Zhang Ze felt dizzy and confused, but he still didn't understand how everything in front of him happened. Gao Wen?

Why is Gawain here? (End of this chapter)