Chapter 989: Unknown
Gurgle. Gurgle.
The inertia of the forward rush caused his body to roll. In order to avoid injury, Dimitrov rolled forward one more round to cushion the impact.
It may be embarrassing, but it is the best way to protect yourself.
Gurgle.
Finally, he collapsed onto the ground in a spread-eagle position, gasping for breath, his lungs pumping violently like a bellows.
The whole world was buzzing.
Gawain chased after him immediately, his head appeared right above him, his face full of worry, and he looked him up and down.
"Are you okay?"
"You're not hurt?"
Dimitrov didn't say anything, but he couldn't help laughing, "Haha", when the first laugh broke through his throat, he couldn't stop.
“Haha. Hahahaha…”
Laughter is contagious, and Gawain started laughing as well. Looking at Dimitrov who was laughing loudly, he shook his head helplessly.
After training, it can be further seen that Dimitrov is not in the best condition.
Tennis, like a marathon, when you are in good shape, you run harder and harder; when you are in bad shape, no matter how fast you speed up, it seems like you are still standing still.
Although physical fitness is indeed not Dimitrov's strong point, it is not so bad that he was directly surpassed by Gao Wen three times in the shuttle running training. The gap is too big.
Perhaps, Dimitrov was already in poor condition, and the effects of the long-distance flight and jet lag further magnified the situation, which led to the "tragedy in training."
Gao Wen left again.
Dimitrov did not ask any questions, but just lay on the court, quietly looking at the fiery clouds in the sky.
The blazing orange is gradually evolving into a richer, deeper color, with large patches of red spreading out like waves.
However, the lighter parts at the edges and corners collide with the azure blue of the sky, rendering a layer of light pink that extends along the tail of the waves.
Little by little, like fish scales, it reveals a minty freshness and coolness, just like Sprite and ice cream mixed together.
The scenery before my eyes is so magnificent and gorgeous, it seems to be burning and the whole sky is about to collapse, but I don’t feel any pressure. I just want to lie here quietly and watch the wonders of nature. In a short period of time, the colorful colors evolve and make language pale.
The chest seemed to be opened up, and all the accumulated gloom and frustration were vented out.
"ah!"
Dimitrov shouted loudly towards the sky, a smile rising slightly, and then he shouted again.
"ah!"
Although it was extremely childish, it was real and effective, and I couldn't help but shout a few more times.
“Ahhhh!”
The echo hit the barbed wire and bushes surrounding the training ground, reverberating faintly.
There was nothing special, but my mood brightened up.
A bottle of mineral water appeared above my head.
Dimitrov sat down immediately, took it, opened the bottle cap, and drank from it in big gulps. He didn't care about the rule of taking small sips of water at this time. He just wanted to vent. Finally, he simply put the mineral water bottle on his head and turned it over to pour it down.
Crash.
Gawain had just sat down next to him when he was splashed all over—
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
One second, two seconds.
"Grigor! This is a desert! Desert, don't you understand? We need to save water, okay? This is not the correct way to use mineral water."
puff.
Dimitrov, who was originally looking at Gawain with guilt in his eyes, was amused by these words and burst into laughter, and his cheerful laughter rose again.
In the end, Gawain did not stand up, but slowly replenished his water, letting Dimitrov's laughter echo for a long time.
Until it becomes quiet.
It seems that you can hear the sound of the wind, gently blowing through the treetops and grass, and the clouds at the end of the sky also roll up and change into different shapes.
In the silence, thoughts are surging.
Gawain was thinking whether he should speak.
He could sense that something was not right. Dimitrov was acting abnormally today. Just now during training, he was venting his emotions like crazy, gritting his teeth and bursting out with a fierceness. It didn't seem like training at all, but more like he was torturing himself to release energy and bursting out without care.
This is not rational or professional at all.
But the key is precisely here -
Before they become professional players, they are ordinary people. Sometimes, even if they know clearly what to do, they still can't control themselves. They lose control and need to vent. They feel sad, painful, cry, laugh, and get hurt, just like ordinary people.
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So, Gawain said nothing in the end, and just went crazy with Dimitrov.
But what happened to Dimitrov? Was there any surprise in Rotterdam? Or is the incident in Melbourne still lingering?
Or is it that the reporter provoked and attacked again? Dimitrov, this elegant and well-behaved boy, is always helpless in front of reporters?
Think about it.
Gawain felt that it would be better for him to remain silent. There was no need to ask about those private matters. If Dimitrov was willing to talk, he would naturally speak; but if he said nothing, it meant that Dimitrov was not ready yet.
Keeping a distance is also a form of respect.
then.
Gao Wen began to think about what to eat for dinner.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help swallowing. Why did I suddenly feel like eating hot pot?
What a pity! Hot pot is one of the foods that professional players absolutely cannot eat. Even if there is a Sichuan hot pot restaurant in Los Angeles, he can only rely on his brain to imagine it.
"I told her."
Suddenly, Dimitrov spoke, but he didn't know how to start, so his words seemed awkward and abrupt, and he spoke without any clue.
The image of the boiling hot pot in Gao Wen's mind disappeared temporarily. He blinked and turned to look at his friend, not disguising his confusion: She? Which she? What did she say? Is this some kind of guessing game? If so, at least give more clues.
"I told her, 'I love you'..."
...I see! Gawain suddenly understood, but the question mark popped up again, "But, I thought you said it every day, once in the morning, once when you say goodbye, once at dinner, and once before bed."
Dimitrov was amused by Gawain's teasing tone, but this time, the corners of his mouth just rose up and immediately drooped down, "I'm serious."
"I really love her, very much, and I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her."
Gao Wen was a little surprised:
So, is this a confession similar to a marriage proposal?
Dimitrov noticed Gawain's look, gave a wry smile, and nodded slightly in agreement.
When he spoke again, Dimitrov's voice became softer involuntarily without him even realizing it.
"But, she said, she felt like my love for her was so much that it seemed to transcend tennis, and that neither of us could focus on the game."
"She thinks we are still young and should focus more on our careers."
Gao Wen: ...
Is this rejected?
(End of this chapter)