The knock on the door echoed softly in the hotel corridor in the early morning. Dimitrov covered his head with a pillow and tried to solve the problem in an ostrich way.
And, it actually succeeded.
The knocking on the door only lasted for a short while, and then it calmed down. Dimitrov's tense muscles relaxed a little, but before he could return to sleep, the mobile phone on the bedside table started buzzing and vibrating.
The water glass placed on top also vibrated.
It's like an earthquake.
Dimitrov used all his strength to control the urge to throw the phone into the water glass, but he still swept it away and threw the phone to the ground.
The carpet in the hotel room absorbed the vibration sound, and the world became quiet again. However, this silence did not last for five seconds. The knock on the door rang again tirelessly; and, this time, as if it was a prank, the knock on the door actually came out.
The rhythm is like a drum set.
Pah, pah pah, pah, pah pah pah...
The light and cheerful rhythm is very suitable for belly dancing. Close your eyes tightly, but the picture automatically appears in your mind. What is this?
Moreover, the vibration of the mobile phone and the knock on the door can actually match each other. So, is this the latest form of a band?
finally!
Dimitrov took the pillow away and lay on the bed with a hopeless expression on his face, waiting quietly for a few seconds, hoping that the sounds would disappear.
Unfortunately, there are no miracles.
So, Dimitrov dragged his tired body out of bed and walked towards the door with heavy steps.
Eee.
Dimitrov almost couldn't open his eyes. As soon as he opened the door, he could hear Gawain's energetic voice and a ray of sunshine.
"Good morning, I'm going to warm up for a morning jog, you can join me."
Dimitrov paused for a moment and responded, "Thank you for the invitation, but I'll forget it."
"Oh, I didn't ask for your opinion. We will go for a morning jog together. This is the final decision." Gawain gave the order directly as a matter of course.
Dimitrov opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of astonishment: he seemed to be hallucinating.
The smile at the corner of Gawain's mouth bloomed gently, with a hint of mischief. Just when Dimitrov suspected that he was being blind, the smile returned to normal, "You heard it right, Gerry.
Gore, let’s go for a morning jog to warm up, and then we’ll go to training together.”
Dimitrov:???
"Gawain, have you lost your memory?" Dimitrov still didn't wake up, his voice was hoarse, showing a little tiredness, "Yesterday we..."
"Oh, I don't have amnesia." Gawain shook his head slightly and stopped his friend, "We trained for four hours, including basic batting training for nearly an hour and a half. As a result, I completely crushed you with a forehand.
The batting score was 43:18 and the backhand batting score was 50:11, a perfect win."
Dimitrov:…
transfixed.
His brain still hadn't woken up and couldn't move. He obviously wanted to refute and complain harshly, but in the end the first words out of Dimitrov's mouth were...
"...The gap is so exaggerated!"
"Why not? Martin is counting from the side."
"How is that possible? Something must have gone wrong."
"Even if I make a mistake, my score should be higher and the gap should be wider."
"Haha, Gawain, hahaha, you are such a cute guy..." Dimitrov was so ridiculous that he couldn't hold back his laughter.
"I'm just seeking truth from facts. Wait, can't someone afford to lose?"
"Can't afford to lose? Who? Ha, how is it possible, how can I be...ridiculous! No, by the way, why are you still counting, you are so petty!"
"Of course I need to remember it well. I should also record it on my encyclopedia page and tell the world. After all, I was able to perform so well in basic batting training against the Wimbledon semi-finals last year. It deserves to be celebrated.
.”
The two guys are at most three years old, no more. They argued childishly and brightly with every word you said to me. But when he heard Gawain's words, Dimitrov was slightly stunned, and then smiled.
Gently crawling up the corner of his mouth, "So, you think defeating me is worth commemorating?"
Gawain lightly shrugged, "Of course."
Be concise and concise.
The smile on Dimitrov's lips spread gently to his eyes.
Gao Wen continued, "Gregor, you are one of the top ten players in the world and one of the top four at Wimbledon last year. Even if I am an incorrigible arrogant, I should know clearly that defeating you is absolutely impossible."
It’s not an easy thing, and it’s the same when it comes to this year’s grass court season.”
"Any player who can beat you should be lucky because you use your ability to make it extremely difficult for that to happen."
Dimitrov opened his mouth slightly, feeling moved but speechless.
Yesterday, it had really been a long time since Dimitrov had such a systematic and comprehensive basic training, and it was even a bit unfamiliar. Those boring basic trainings that were repeated over and over again inspired his ambition and ignited his competitive mentality again.
, trying to compete with Gawain.
Of course, the result was a disastrous defeat, not only in terms of technology, but also physical fitness. Dimitrov really couldn't keep up with Gawain's pace——
In addition to the lack of systematic training, one's own sluggish state may also affect physical consumption.
Dimitrov himself was also very surprised. He had no idea that his current physical fitness was so bad.
Last night, after his burning high morale gradually extinguished, he was surrounded by a sense of loss and sadness, so much so that he just wanted to escape reality like an ostrich.
Unexpectedly, Gawain finally pulled him out of the sand.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov who was filled with emotion, but did not say anything more. He patted his friend on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the morning run has begun."
Dimitrov's emotion was shattered by his emotion, and he was stunned again, "Morning jog? Who still runs in the morning? Your daily training doesn't start at this time, right?"
"Of course not." Gao Wen's confident answer made Dimitrov stunned. "I just saw that you couldn't keep up with your training yesterday, so I will adjust your training schedule with you in the next few days to help you.
Get into the zone so that if you lose in training, you will have no excuse."
Dimitrov looked at Gawain with a serious face, and his chest was filled with warmth little by little. His pride and confidence made him straighten his back again.
"My young friend, you should be careful. If you wake up a tiger, I will kill you easily."
"Okay, okay, someone is just using his mouth to show off. Who doesn't know how to brag?"
"...Give me thirty seconds, I'll change clothes."
Tap tap, tap tap.
In Eastbourne in the early morning, the midsummer morning light has just broken through the night sky. The cold streets are slowly beginning to wake up. Then you can see two tall figures jogging along the street, walking through the fog and facing the sunshine, neatly and neatly.
The sound of footsteps echoed between the brick walls and green tiles, kicking off the morning training.
Not noisy, but full of energy.
At this time, the dock workers who were loading and unloading fresh seafood that had just been fished out of the sea couldn't help but stop and watched two strange figures passing by. They even smiled and said hello. Then the workers looked at each other one by one.
A head full of questions with no answers.
"...Could he be a newcomer from the football youth training camp?"