Originally, it should have been tense and tense; but in fact, it seemed peaceful and awkward.
Gawain is a master of observing words and emotions, and he noticed the subtlety of the atmosphere immediately. However, he had only arrived at the training ground for thirty seconds, and the information was too little to make an accurate judgment. Therefore, the best way was—
—
Just wait and see what happens.
Then, Gawain noticed that the person in front of him gave Zhang Ze a look.
Zhang Ze, who had been in a somewhat erratic state throughout the whole state, finally came to his senses and shouted, "Brother Zhe..."
The man with a crew cut and dark skin with a little stubble in front of him is none other than Li Zhe, the eldest brother among the current group of Chinese men's tennis players. He was born in 1986.
For a long, long time, Li Zhe was China's number one men's singles, until 2011, when Zhang Ze, who had grown up, overtook him.
However, Li Zhe's performance in the international arena has always been mediocre. He is more active in challenge matches and hope matches. Compared with singles, his performance in doubles has always been better.
But no matter what, the qualifications are there, and the strength is not lost. Therefore, among this group of players, they have always had good prestige. In the Davis Cup, he not only served as the captain, but also often played in the third singles or
The main position of doubles.
Zhang Ze glanced at Li Zhe——
Gawain wasn't sure if it was his own eyesight. Why did he feel that Zhang Ze was about to... laugh?
Li Zhe also stared at Zhang Ze, transforming into an angry-looking Vajra, with his hands on his hips, like an inverted teapot.
Zhang Ze was a little helpless.
"Brother Zhe, Gawain should have just gotten off the plane, he..."
"Shut up!"
Li Zhe interrupted Zhang Ze's words simply and rudely, and became even more angry.
"Doesn't a Grand Slam champion have a mouth? Why didn't I know when you changed your job and became a press spokesman?"
Zhang Ze lowered his head, but that didn't seem to be enough. He simply turned his head away and moved his shoulders slightly and lightly. Was he crying or laughing?
Li Zhe ignored Zhang Ze and turned to look at Gao Wen again, emphasizing again and again.
"Remember, here, we are a team. You are not special, and you have no privileges. Don't think that everyone is chasing you, and we will lick your shoes together."
As he spoke, Li Zhe's eyes drifted to the left, and he seemed to wink. Before Gawain could turn his head, a voice came from the left as expected.
A little black bean with a hedgehog head laughed and jumped up and down, making jokes.
"Brother Zhe, be gentle, be gentle. After all, he is also a Grand Slam champion and our savior. It depends on him to win tomorrow's game. We still need to treat him with caution. He is so delicate. If we don't...
If it gets damaged if you’re careful, what should you do?”
Little Black Bean, who is estimated to be about 170 centimeters tall, stands out among a group of people who are 180 centimeters or even 190 centimeters tall, reminding people of Argentina's "Dwarf Tiger" Schwarzman.
This is the young player in the same group as Zhang Ze, Wu Di.
Although he is of average height and does not have an advantage in tennis, Wu Di's performance on the court is very good, and he is on par with Zhang Ze. The two have been walking side by side on the road to making history in the international arena.
At this time, Wu Di walked in front of Gawain with a careless step, as if there was a spring hidden in his knees, and his whole body was shaking unsteadily, as if he was admiring the wax museum of Madame Tussauds.
The wax figure circled around Gawain and made a sound of admiration.
"This height! Such conditions!"
"It's different, it's just different. Tell me, how do you look like this?"
Those joking words contained serious insults and provocations, each word arousing sensitive nerves, and were more lethal than Li Zhe's anger.
If it were normal times, Gawain would be eager to fight directly with the opponent. In terms of verbal confrontation, he really didn't know how to write fear; but today, from beginning to end, the whole atmosphere seemed particularly weird, and there were too many clues leaking out information.
, Gawain had a vague guess.
Now, Gawain stood still and waited patiently, somewhat curious about how things would develop.
Li Zhe was not in the same state as Gawain at all, he was still circling around, and the words in his mouth did not stop.
"Grand Slam champion? So what? Even if you are a Grand Slam champion, you are still a member of the national team."
"Now that you are in a team, you need to pay attention to the spirit of cooperation and obey team discipline. Even Federer is the same."
"Do you think this is a public toilet, where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
"If you want to make a show here, then get out. You are not welcome here. We will still win without you."
The swords, swords and shadows all surged towards Gawain.
Wu Di pinched his nose as if he smelled something bad, took three steps back in a row, with a look of disgust on his face, and kept fanning under his nose.
Not far away, Zhang Ze's head was completely lowered, his chin seemed to be touching his chest, his shoulders were shaking slightly, and he still couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.
In addition, Wang Chuhan stood on the other side of the stadium. He originally wanted to get closer, but ended up staying where he was, watching the fire from a distance.
So, is this all?
So, how should Gawain respond?
Why not... test it out first.
"sorry!"
Without any hesitation, Gao Wen bowed at 90 degrees to apologize, without explaining the reason for his lateness, without making any excuses or refutations. He did not have the demeanor of quarreling with the crowd at the press conference. His respectful attitude completely broke expectations.
The air is a little quiet.
Li Zhe looked at Wu Di and made sure that Gawain couldn't see when he lowered his head, so he winked and mouthed, "What should I do?"
Wu Di's eyes were rolling, "Brother Zhe, I'm such a famous person, but I already apologized obediently, but I'm only two hours late. We should be more lenient..."
On the surface it appears to be calming things down, but in reality it is fanning the flames.
Li Zhe's anger was immediately inflamed again.
The key word "two hours late" was used to pull the trigger directly, and Li Zhe's broken gong roared at the top of his lungs.
"Big name?"
"Big names must also obey discipline! Run fifty laps around the court for me now. If you don't finish, don't even think about training. Otherwise, just get out of here."
If Gawain was not sure just now, then he is now 99% certain:
This is a hidden camera, a prank.
There are really too many flaws, not just one or two, but they are already at the level of stars in the sky.
So, what should he do?
Cooperate with the performance? Or, rebel against the general?
Thinking quickly, Gawain had already made up his mind.
"Sorry...sorry, sorry, I can't."
Li Zhe blinked, suspecting that he heard wrongly, "What did you just say?"
Gawain stood up straight, but still lowered his head, his voice was slightly choked, full of grievances, and he spoke with a slight tremor.
"I said, I can't."
Everyone:......
"I...I can't run...I just came back from a long flight. I haven't adjusted well to the jet lag. I don't have the strength to run. I can't finish fifty laps..."
"I really can't finish running... I'm sorry... Wuwu... I'm sorry..."