Chapter 860: On the verge of breaking out

Stretching. Turning. Stepping. Jumping.

Gao Wen is performing his final warm-up exercises step by step, keeping his muscles active, his eyes focused, his mind concentrated, and his whole heart focused on the upcoming competition.

However, my peripheral vision could always catch the glares and hidden arrows coming from the left.

Halfway across the corridor, Kyrgios was also warming up.

At this time, the coaches have all left, the staff and caddies are all doing their respective duties, and the only people at the entrance to the player tunnel are the players preparing to take the stage.

Before the game officially starts, there is a very, very short moment of solitude, but it is also a moment of solitude with the constant surging of swords and shadows. This should be the time before the players start fighting with real swords and guns. The physical distance is closest and there is no camera focus, as if a sneeze can attack the opponent.

Apparently, Kyrgios was not concentrating on his warm-up. He was holding a racket and spinning his arms, drawing circles vigorously like a windmill, continuously moving his shoulder muscles and moving his feet back and forth to shift his body's center of gravity and get his whole body moving.

However, his peripheral vision was restless and he kept stealing glances at Gawain, like a boxer looking for an opening to attack.

"...A-choo, what a wimp."

Kyrgios couldn't help it after all and pretended to sneeze, but in fact he was secretly complaining.

Gawain remained indifferent.

Kyrgios looked at Gawain who had no reaction, feeling secretly delighted. After thinking for a while, he repeated the same trick.

"A-choo, what an idiot."

Gao Wen was completely unaware.

Kyrgios was a little excited, curled his lips, then became more and more bold, and was about to do it a third time, secretly satisfying himself.

"A-choo..."

However, before he could finish his next words, Gawain turned around and looked over without warning.

Because it was so sudden, and Gawain's eyes were so direct, he looked directly at Kyrgios so openly, the scene was like being caught saying bad things about someone behind their back. In an instant, Kyrgios panicked, and he almost choked on his own saliva when he swallowed the rest of his words.

Kyrgios tried his best to suppress his coughing to avoid making a fool of himself, but he looked so...cowardly.

Gao Wen's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

"I never thought that Nick Kyrgios, who is so upright, would be such a softie. He wanted to swear, but he had to cover it up in such a childish way?"

Softie?

Kyrgios's face immediately fell, and he raised his racket and started swinging it, striding towards Gawain.

"What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, Gawain not only did not back down, but was even more proactive and resolute. He took a big step forward and swung his clenched fist right hand before Kyrgios could, with his powerful momentum pouring down layer by layer.

Kyrgios panicked and subconsciously slammed on the brakes, crossing his hands in front of his eyes to cover his face.

One second, two seconds.

Why was there no movement? Kyrgios looked closely and saw that Gawain's fist had been retracted. It was just a feint, but he was fooled! The second time! The humiliation instantly engulfed Kyrgios. His eyes glared and his anger burned. This time it was real, and he was going to attack regardless of the consequences.

However, Gawain still took the lead by half a beat and showed a faint smile to Kyrgios, calm and confident, which was not a mockery but better than mockery.

"Be careful, I might aim at your backhand and keep hammering you today."

After saying that, Gawain had already stepped back half a step, creating distance again to maintain a safe space.

Before Kyrgios could utter any swear words or curses, the security personnel at the scene rushed over and pulled Kyrgios away.

Shit!

"Let me go!"

Kyrgios is angry!

"Let me go, damn! Or I'll kill you! I mean it! I'll kill you!"

Kyrgios swore.

But the security guard didn't buy it at all. "Careful, Nick. You don't want to be disqualified before the game even starts."

Kyrgios was furious. "You don't care about that damn villain? He provoked me first! And you come to control me? Are you crazy?"

Kyrgios tried to accuse Gawain, but when he turned around, he found Gawain with a calm face, standing there obediently, with two security guards standing beside him.

But because Gawain did not do anything extreme, the security personnel did not take any action. Instead, they looked at Kyrgios vigilantly, as if they were bodyguards protecting Gawain's safety.

Damn! Kyrgios is furious. What on earth is going on?

Gawain ignored Kyrgios and leisurely put on his equipment bag, facing the court, calm and ready to go on stage.

Crackling!

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A string of foul language, foul language that was unbearable to the ear, exploded like a landmine, and Kyrgios expressed his anger with words with saliva flying.

The entire entrance to the player tunnel was filled with the voice of Kyrgios alone, so much so that the senior executives and managers of the organizing committee all rushed to the scene and looked at Kyrgios like a mad bull. The tense atmosphere was filled with vigilance and alertness, but no one approached easily.

After venting all his anger, Kyrgios finally realized that he was in an ambush from all sides, and he finally regained his composure.

Pushing the security guard aside, he said, "I'm ready to compete, all of you get out of the way! What? You won't allow me to compete? Are you going to disqualify me just because I swore? If not, all of you get the hell out of the way, you rats."

Cursing, Kyrgios did not pick up his equipment bag, but kicked it with his foot, as if it were a football.

Pop.

Pop.

Once, and again, he kicked the equipment bag a distance away, then Kyrgios adjusted his hair, spat in front of the passage where Gawain was, walked forward, picked up his equipment bag nonchalantly, and appeared on the stage amid the introduction of the host.

The player tunnel was in a mess.

Craig-Tiley, CEO of Tennis Australia and tournament director of the Australian Open, has also arrived at the player tunnel of Margaret Court Stadium.

After briefly understanding the situation, Terry walked forward, stared at Kyrgios' back, and came to Gao Wen's side, "Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

Gawain gave Terry a polite but distant smile, "I'm here to compete."

Simple words but powerful way of expressing your point.

Tiley immediately heard the hidden meaning of Gao Wen's words, but it is undeniable that it is indeed Kyrgios's responsibility. "I'm sorry, I apologize again here."

Gao Wen did not push his luck any further and nodded politely. Then the host could be heard introducing him with a long tone, waiting for Gao Wen to enter.

Gao Wen did not stop, carrying his equipment bag, and walked into the Margaret Court Stadium.

Standing in the player tunnel, with the air conditioning turned up to maximum, it was cool and refreshing, but as I walked forward, I could little by little feel the heat wave outside, which was getting hotter, louder, and brighter, as if I was entering the center of the spotlight, with the whole world paying attention.

Second update.

(End of this chapter)