Chapter 991 So-called Friends

Bathed in the golden sunlight, Dimitrov's eyes were also filled with sadness and bitterness, and the faint sense of loss made the air quiet.

"… Sorry, brother, I don't know where to go. I have a game next week, but I don't feel like training at all. My head is full of messy thoughts. I feel like I can't breathe, as if I'm going to explode."

"I flew right over here when I thought you were here."

"I'm sorry for not telling you in advance and disrupting your training plan. I'm sure you have your own plans, but..."

He said a lot of things, but his words were incoherent and confusing. I'm afraid even Dimitrov didn't know what he was saying.

In the end, it was Gawain who raised his hand to stop Dimitrov and smiled at his friend.

"Grigor, there's no need to apologize."

"Let me tell you, what are friends for? They are used to shirk responsibility and vent emotions at critical moments, and then thrown away after use."

Gawain's understated tone left Dimitrov dumbfounded. An indescribable absurdity and humor was revealed between the lines.

The corners of his mouth relaxed slightly and turned up slightly.

"Thank you." Dimitrov said, and after thousands of words came together, only this one sentence remained.

In fact, Gao Wen didn't want to say much. After all, it was a matter between lovers and he, an outsider, couldn't interfere. But after thinking about it carefully, he still spoke from the heart.

"Grigor, we are both professional players. We have the same experiences and feelings about each other's work, life pressures, etc."

"I haven't known you for long, and I didn't experience the time when you and Maria established a relationship. But as an observer, I can also feel that both you and Maria have been under pressure from the outside world's attention."

"That's why, at Wimbledon last year, your career finally had a breakthrough and people seemed to finally accept your relationship."

Aiming high is an objective reality that has always existed in any industry, field, and country.

Look at the Big Four --

Or, like Nadal and Djokovic, hang out with people outside the tennis world.

Or, like Federer and Murray, they date professional players, but the gap between their other halves is so great that there is no comparison at all. Later, their other halves simply quit their professional careers, left the court, and changed tracks.

Otherwise, the media's criticism and fans' discussions will never subside and the pressure will always exist.

Verdasco and Ivanovic, Wawrinka and Vekic, Hewitt and Clijsters, Thiem and Kristina-Mladenovic, Kyrgios and Tomljanovic, and so on and so forth.

This is the case for all of the couples mentioned above, and all of them ended up breaking up.

Of course, there are many, many reasons for couples to break up, but for professional tennis players, competition and life are inseparable, and the pressure brought by performance on the court is always objectively present.

Dimitrov is no exception.

Sharapova is the current WTA world No. 2 and the most profitable money-making machine in women's tennis in the past decade. How could Dimitrov not feel the pressure? Similarly, for Sharapova herself, she is also surrounded by pressure all the time. This has become a part of her life.

“Media, always.”

"Any little disturbance or ups and downs in the game will be linked to your relationship regardless of the consequences."

"But what the hell is going on with our performance on the field? Do they know it better than us?"

Finally, Gawain couldn't help but curse, which made Dimitrov laugh.

"I mean, leaving aside the Australian Open, the pressure that the media puts on you, the pressure that you put on yourself, always plays an important role."

"Perhaps, your confession and Maria's words were all a way for you to vent your emotions when you were at your lowest point and your rationality was gone."

Dimitrov was about to retort, but Gawain raised his hand to stop him and continued speaking.

"What I mean is that you yourself cannot tell how much of it is true, how much is impulse, and how much is your innermost thoughts."

"Communication is imperative, but calming down, sorting out your thoughts, and then communicating can often achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Exhaling lightly, Gawain smiled at Dimitrov.

"Gregor, at the end of the day, you still hope to perform well in the competition, don't you?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have fallen into a slump after the Australian Open. The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment."

Indeed, tennis is not everything in life——

At least, winning shouldn't be everything in life.

However, Dimitrov and Sharapova, two public figures active at the top of professional tennis, could not escape these influences in their relationship.

Performance on the field is an important foundation for establishing a stable relationship between two people. Otherwise, it would be difficult to withstand the media's attention if the relationship is maintained solely by affection.

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Dimitrov lowered his head slightly, as if he was lost in thought. Then he turned his head slightly, glanced at Gawain out of the corner of his eyes, and said with a half-smile.

"I thought you were my friend and you should defend me unconditionally."

"I said I hope we can communicate well, but Maria obviously doesn't want to. She just turned her back to me. Shouldn't you join me in cursing her?"

"Why do I feel like you're defending Maria?"

Gawain looked aggrieved. "Brother, I was just trying to say 'there is always grass in the grass'. There is no need to give up the whole forest because of a tree."

"But the problem is, if I say bad things about Maria here, and then I turn around and you and Maria make up, then what will I become?"

Gawain spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, his eyes full of innocence, and made a series of excuses, which made Dimitrov unable to hold back any longer.

Puff.

Dimitrov raised his head and looked at Gawain again. The absurd sense of humor became more and more intense, and then he could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

"Haha. Hahaha."

Laughing out loud, all the mixed emotions that had been accumulating in the chest were vented out, and even the eyes became brighter.

"Thanks."

Dimitrov said sincerely that if it was anyone else, faced with such a situation, they probably wouldn't know how to handle it, but Gawain handled it very lightly and skillfully, and his whole body felt lighter.

Sure enough, Gawain is Gawain. It seems that any difficult problem will become simple and turn decay into magic in his hands.

Gawain didn't say much. He just raised the bottle of mineral water in his hand, made a toasting gesture, and then drank it in one gulp as Dimitrov looked at him in astonishment.

It was clearly mineral water, but he acted like blowing a bottle of white wine. After drinking it all in one gulp, he let out a sigh from the depths of his throat.

Dimitrov was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted a beat late. He could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)