Chapter 875 The Highest Realm
Gao Wen in front of him was sweating profusely, but he did not look tired or embarrassed at all. Instead, he was full of vigor and vitality.
After running for nearly two hours, he looked like he had just finished warming up and could have run for another three hours.
Those bright eyes seemed to be saying: Before the game, the tactical points had been honestly told. This was no longer just marking key points for an exam, but directly showing the cards. But in the end, the game was still won so easily.
Damn! Kyrgios got excited and raised his racket high, subconsciously wanting to smash it, but his movements froze.
Why, seems familiar?
The first set is over, and the racket is smashed.
The second set ends, and the racket is smashed.
So, do we have to do it again after the third set?
Without even looking up, Kyrgios seemed to be able to feel Gawain's gaze, as if he was admiring a clown's circus performance: so stupid and so pathetic, so sad and so ridiculous.
As a result, the movement froze in mid-air, and he was caught in a dilemma.
Sometimes, I was struggling with whether I should restrain myself because of that guy's gaze; sometimes, I was depressed that I had already embarrassed myself so much and should not continue to humiliate myself.
Then, I felt frustrated because of my indecision.
Kyrgios thought back to their first meeting, when he lost five points in a row and didn’t score a single point.
Today, he lost five games in a row and almost swallowed a donut.
What happened during the period from "five points" to "five innings"? Why couldn't he narrow the gap, but the gap got bigger and bigger? How did things develop to this point? He didn't even dare to look that guy in the eye, and he wanted to disappear from the scene.
Anger, humiliation, shame, frustration, and irritability.
The blood rushed towards the heart in an instant, almost exploding.
Ahhh! Damn! After hesitating for a while, Kyrgios finally didn’t hit the ball:
He's not a joke, not at all.
Taking a deep breath, Kyrgios managed to regain some sanity, or more accurately, regain his pride.
He, absolutely! He would never bow down in front of that guy!
He has his dignity and his bottom line. He will not admit defeat, at least not in front of that hideous-looking guy.
Hold your head high and stride forward.
Kyrgios strode towards the center of the court, snorted, and showed his usual nonchalant attitude again, as if he didn't care at all about winning or losing a game, and the victory or defeat had no effect on him.
Anyone who cares is a fool.
Kyrgios raised his chin high, looked at people through his nostrils, narrowed his eyes into a slit, and looked forward arrogantly through the narrow gap.
Then, Kyrgios saw a brilliant golden sunshine.
The rippling waves created a halo above the blue court, outlining Gawain's slender figure. Gawain had no special expression, but his mouth was relaxed, his eyebrows were stretched, revealing a sense of comfort from the inside out. He looked at Kyrgios who was showing off with a half-smile, and waited patiently.
This little bit of comfort hurt Kyrgios, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to Gawain, or even shake hands with him.
He was about to touch Gawain's hand, then turn and leave.
but.
Just as the palms were stretched out and about to collide, Gao Wen's voice came to my ears, sincere and sunny, positive and bright, "Come on, you are just a little bit away from defeating me."
Come on... Come on? Kyrgios couldn't believe his ears.
Kyrgios' muscles stiffened instantly, his eyes burning with anger. He slowly raised his head and saw Gawain's sincere smile. There was no sarcasm or ridicule, just sincerity. However, it was precisely this sincerity that made him look even more hateful. He subconsciously held Gawain's right hand tightly.
Push harder, push harder.
If the guy in front of him wants to fight, he will definitely accompany him. Anyway, he is not afraid anymore. There was no boxing match at the end of the second set. Do you want to have one now?
However, Gawain showed no sign of weakness and also used force with his right hand.
At the same time, the ends of his eyebrows slightly raised, and his face was full of a sincere smile.
"Oh, sorry, that's not right, it might be a bit off."
In one sentence, just one sentence, the highest realm of cursing is fully demonstrated. Without any dirty words, it can make the opponent's heart pierce through with thousands of arrows. Compared with Kyrgios's venting of anger with dirty words, saliva flying, and red ears, the whole realm is not on the same level -
There was a buzzing in Kyrgios’s head, and then he could no longer hear anything. He stared at Gawain, roared loudly, and clenched his fists.
"What are you talking about? Say it to me again? You rubbish! Damn hypocrite! I'm going to kill you!"
On the verge of happening.
Gawain did not flinch. Instead, he took a half step forward, looked Kyrgios straight in the eye, and spoke word by word.
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"I just love the way you hate me to your core but can't defeat me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his smile disappeared, and Gawain also burst out with a powerful aura from inside out, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws, shocking the whole audience in an instant.
Kyrgios felt like he was in an ice cellar.
In the blink of an eye, he calmed down and stood there stupidly. All his energy collapsed in an instant. He opened his mouth, but all the sounds were stuck.
The referee Nellie noticed the conflict here and immediately stepped down from the referee chair and stepped forward in time to stop the potential conflict. As soon as the words came out, it was obvious that Nellie stood on Gawain's side.
"Gawain, are you okay?"
Under normal circumstances, Kyrgios might have exploded, but at this moment he stared blankly at Gawain, and one could clearly see the life draining away from his eyes bit by bit.
Gawain released Kyrgios’s right hand and shook his head at Nelly, “I’m fine.”
Nellie was still a little worried, "Are you sure?"
It's not because of Nellie's selfishness, but because of Nellie's fairness and objectivity that he stands on Gao Wen's side.
Judging from the situation throughout the game, Kyrgios is like a time bomb, no one knows when it will explode; and this is Kyrgios' home court, the madness of the fans at the scene runs through the whole game, no one can be sure what they will do to Gawain.
Nellie needs to take control of the situation.
Gao Wen did not rush to answer, but moved his right hand and then smiled, "Yes, I am sure."
Nellie nodded slightly to Gawain, indicating that Gawain could leave.
When Gawain turned and walked towards the dugout, he could see that security personnel had already entered the field and were lined up: on the one hand, to monitor Kyrgios; on the other hand, to protect Gawain.
At the entrance of the player tunnel, you can see the figure of tournament director Terry, who is on the scene in person, controlling the situation. Noticing Gawain's gaze, Terry smiled at Gawain, nodded slightly, and finally gave him applause to express his congratulations.
By the way, Tiley is the chairman of the Australian Open, but he is not Australian, but South African.
Everything happened so fast.
From the end of the game to the post-game handshake to the entry of security personnel, everything was concentrated within thirty to forty seconds, and the audience could not keep up with the pace at all.
Then, Gawain returned to the venue.
(End of this chapter)