Chapter 992 Life Goes On

Time flows, and life continues. It never stops because of any joys or sorrows. It is a power beyond imagination.

From the perspective of the universe, we can deeply feel the insignificance of life, just like dust. But precisely because of this, we should grasp the present moment, seize every minute and second, explore the depth and breadth of life as much as possible, and let life bloom with different colorful colors within a limited length.

In the next few days, Dimitrov stayed in Los Angeles and trained with Gao Wen.

Later, the Bruins returned from an away game and McDonald and his team joined in on the training.

Dimitrov's training condition remains mediocre.

Emotions are not like a switch that can be turned on or off at will. There are some things that are beyond our control. After all, we are not robots, and those messy thoughts will more or less invisibly affect the quality of training.

But at least, Dimitrov focused on training, sweating profusely, and exercising his strength. Those boring and repetitive trainings could clear his mind, leaving him no time to think about random things, and his daily life slowly returned to a regular track.

This is good news.

The next day, Tobias rushed from Miami to Los Angeles to accompany her.

Previously, Tobias had been busy with Gao Wen throughout the Australian season. Even after all the competitions were over, he was still busy with work. So, in the past two weeks, Gao Wen was on vacation, and Tobias took care of his work and went to Dimitrov to be busy.

Now, seeing Dimitrov fall into a small trough, Tobias was also anxious and his mouth was foaming.

To this end, Tobias specially found a time to sit down with Gawain and have a long talk. He said that in the next period of time, he might need to focus on Dimitrov's schedule and compete with Dimitrov, hoping to seek Gawain's understanding.

Gao Wen naturally had no problem with it and expressed his complete understanding. Moreover, he was also worried about Dimitrov's condition and sincerely hoped that his friend could get back to his form as soon as possible.

Besides, in two weeks they will all be together in Indian Wells, and Dimitrov and Sharapova will meet again.

But I don't know if half a month is enough time for the two of them to regain their sanity and find an opportunity to sit down and have a good talk.

Life is like this, constantly tossing, tangling, struggling, repeating and bumping around in the midst of displacement and tossing and turning. Things are never simple.

The short training period passed in the blink of an eye.

After finishing the training, Dimitrov will go to Acapulco, Mexico, where he will compete; while Gao Wen will bid farewell to McDonald and others and go to Dubai, UAE.

This is the reality of professional tennis, flying every week, moving every week, but not having time to appreciate the scenery of each city.

He is always on the go, either on the court or on the way to the court.

When I was a college student, I envied the daily lives of professional players; but after becoming a professional player, I could feel the hardship of packing luggage every week, rushing on the road every week, and being displaced every week. Instead, I missed the tranquility of a short stay.

Life seems to always be like this. When we are children, we dream of growing up every day. When we grow up, we begin to miss our childhood. People always yearn for things that they cannot have.

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He exhaled a long, deep breath, letting out all the foul air that had accumulated in his chest after a night of sleep, and then took another deep breath.

In the early morning, the cool air slightly scented with sea breeze rushes into the lungs. The coolness and openness make people want to open their arms and embrace the sunshine.

The chaotic mood slowly settled down.

Having just finished a set of yoga stretching exercises, Gao Wen was about to turn around and go back to pack his luggage for the airport, but he seemed to catch a shadow in the corner of his vision, so he took a step back and tried to find the shadow in the corner of his vision.

But there was nothing. Could it be a stray cat passing by?

Despite traveling all year round, Gowen has found a permanent residence in Los Angeles, a single-family house with a front yard and garden in the heart of West Hollywood.

Of course, in the city center, there is no private swimming pool, no private tennis court, and it is still not the ultimate luxury, but it is enough for Gao Wen. There is a master bedroom, two guest rooms, a study, a hall, two bathrooms, and most importantly, a private gym.

In addition, the residence is only ten to fifteen minutes’ drive from UCLA, which makes it very convenient for daily training.

However, Gao Wen often does not need a vehicle. Instead, he jogs back and forth for about thirty to forty-five minutes, which can be used as basic training.

In just half a year, Gao Wen was still quite unfamiliar with his new residence. If he had not lived here for two months during the off-season, he would probably still be confused about the orientation of the room, even more unfamiliar than the cleaner who was responsible for cleaning and building the house on a daily basis.

When Tobias was selecting a number of properties for Gawain, he liked two things about the place the most: first, the gym, where he could do simple basic training at home.

Second, the front yard and back garden ensure that the main house is separated from the street.

Protecting privacy so that passers-by can explore the house and not see much is very important for public figures.

Just now, Gawain seemed to have caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in the corner of the back garden fence, but he was not quite sure. When he looked again, everything was normal, there was nothing there, so Gawain began to wonder if he was dazzled or if it was a stray cat.

"...Why are you up so early? Don't you have a flight in the afternoon?"

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From behind, there came an indistinct, hoarse voice.

Turning around, you can see Dimitrov looking sleepy.

During this time, Dimitrov has been staying in the guest room of the Gowan family home. He has homes in Miami and Monte Carlo, but not in Los Angeles.

Gao Wen smiled and greeted, "Good morning." Then he explained, "My biological clock has gotten used to it, so I did some basic training when I got up this morning."

Dimitrov did not respond.

Gawain looked back and saw Dimitrov sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes closed again, with a look of despair on his face.

After a pause of several beats, Dimitrov also noticed the silence in the hall, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly awakened, and then saw Gawain's expression of trying not to laugh. He was a little embarrassed and scratched his head awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not at my best."

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Dimitrov sighed.

"I know I have to train. If I stop, I'll have all kinds of thoughts, but every cell in my body is constantly protesting against training."

“So, that’s the paradox.”

Gao Wen was not surprised. "Don't worry, you are not the only one. Every office worker is like this. Have you heard of the 'Monday Syndrome'?"

(End of this chapter)