The clouds are light and the wind is light, like a spring breeze.
Gawain is still the familiar Gawain, who seems to be able to deal with any difficult situation calmly; but his easy-to-hand responses always have a hidden edge, and his toughness and sharpness without anger or self-power swept the audience.
Gawain glanced at the entire audience, and with that one look, the reporters felt the dullness of hitting a wall, and all the words and commotion fell silent.
Obviously, even if they are dissatisfied, no one dares to say it. After all, Gawain's answer is already perfect. If they continue to be aggressive, they may be in trouble and public opinion will shift to the other side.
Then, finally a reporter raised his hand——
Brush brush brush.
In an instant, all the eyes of the audience gathered, all looking at the warrior who broke the deadlock. Their eyes were full of admiration. They watched the strong man speak under the pressure of Gawain's terrifying gaze. Even the bystanders couldn't help but feel numb.
.
"...Gawain, I would like to ask, what do you think of Super Monday?"
on site:……
The smile on the corner of Gawain's mouth rose slightly, blooming without reservation:
It turns out that this is a comrade!
The press conference continued, but there was no edge or sharpness to be found, and it all came to an end in a straightforward manner without any surprises.
The reporters were chatting in whispers and discussing today's press conference. While exchanging glances, they had to admire Gao Wen's on-the-spot adaptability again, but they never expected that the real breaking point would be here——
corridor.
Just in time, Press Conference Hall No. 3 and Press Conference Hall No. 1 ended one after another. Some reporters and event staff were scattered in the corridor, and then the two protagonists Dimitrov and Gao Wen were in their respective places.
The crowd saw each other.
Encounter on a narrow road!
The steps came to a halt.
Dimitrov was more direct. He smiled when he saw Gawain, but then he saw Gawain deliberately looking up and down with a straight face, with a slightly critical look in his eyes.
Dimitrov:?
After a moment's delay, Dimitrov came to his senses and understood Gawain's intention. He also imitated Gawain's example and squinted his eyes to look at Gawain carefully.
The air was slightly stagnant.
It can be clearly felt that the sound surging in the corridor slowly settled down, as if someone manually turned the volume of the speaker and slowly entered a silent state.
Gawain deliberately raised his chin slightly and looked at Dimitrov through his nostrils.
Dimitrov simply looked over from bottom to top, deliberately tilting his head to look at Gawain's hairline.
If a group of tumbleweeds passed by at this time, it would be in the style of a Western movie.
Everyone in the corridor looked at the two good friends in front of them with astonishment and surprise, but no one understood what they were doing. It was obvious that they were in the same universe but in different worlds.
The next second, Gawain gently raised his chin and gave Dimitrov a signal.
Dimitrov also nodded, indicating that he had received the signal.
on site:???
Can anyone explain it to them and are you sure you don’t want to fly with them?
But there’s no time left——
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
Gawain and Dimitrov groaned almost at the same time, then they both pulled something out from their waists, stretched out their hands, and seemed to have caught something in their hands.
Wait, is it...a pistol?
"boom!"
"Bang bang!"
The two people made sounds at the same time, just like a life and death battle in a Western movie. Everyone present was stunned, extremely panicked, and subconsciously prepared to dodge.
But after carefully looking back and forth with his eyes, he realized that the pistols held by the two men were really "hand" guns in the literal sense. The left hand held the right hand, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand stretched out to act as the barrel.
so……
The corridor was filled with questions, but the two parties involved seemed very relaxed. They walked quickly toward each other with pistols in hand. When they were about to collide, they opened their arms and gave each other a hug.
"Everyone is looking forward to our fist fight here."
"A fight with fists and kicks? Are you sure you're not a bully?"
Back and forth.
Gawain's words immediately made everyone including Dimitrov burst into laughter, and there was no trace of tense atmosphere.
Gawain patted Dimitrov on the shoulder, "Today's game was very exciting. Although I don't want to say it, the reality is, I told you a long time ago."
Gawain has always had faith in Dimitrov——
There is no doubt that Dimitrov has talent, skills and abilities. Perhaps the only thing he lacks is psychology. As long as he can break through his inner demons, he will be able to shine infinitely.
In Gao Wen's view, Rashid's style can no longer keep up with Dimitrov's, and the separation of the two is a good thing for Dimitrov.
As long as Dimitrov can regain his confidence, put aside distracting thoughts and focus on the game, he can get rid of the shackles of pressure and get back on track.
Sure enough, Dimitrov played better and better in the three games at Wimbledon——
Pospisil is a good doubles player with comprehensive and delicate skills in front of the net. He can exert great potential on grass and is in good form recently. This is a difficult opponent. Dimitrov can successfully pass the test, which means that
Finally got rid of the pressure.
Dimitrov raised his chin slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Very good, the next target is you."
Gawain pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "Yes, yes... you should know that my goal is to be the champion, right?"
The calm and serious tone had a provocative function, which made Dimitrov laugh heartily.
Dimitrov didn't say much. He knew that he was no match for Gawain when it came to talking. "Then tomorrow's training will have to be cancelled. As a subordinate, I need to prepare some secret weapons."
Gawain didn't say anything more. He raised his "hand" gun and blew on the muzzle. His confident look made Dimitrov laugh happily.
Dimitrov bumped Gawain's shoulder, "I'm going to ride a bicycle to relax, what about you?"
Gawain also quickly became serious, "Oh, I'll come too."
Needless to say, the two friends walked side by side and headed towards the gym, talking and laughing all the way without being affected by any off-site factors.
In the corridor, the passers-by were all stunned on the spot, some were astonished, some were exploring, some were snickering, with various expressions changing, watching the two people walk away, and finally they were left standing on the ground looking at each other.
Look, they were speculating and suspicious behind the scenes, but the person involved was not affected at all, chatting and laughing, and going back and forth, which made the gossiping people look particularly stupid.
After a short pause, people felt relieved and dispersed with a huff. In a blink of an eye, the corridor returned to calm and returned to the track.
The game is still going on, and the top 16 seats for singles and doubles are still waiting to be filled, because Wimbledon still retains a tradition:
Leaving aside the unexpected situation of rainy weather disrupting the schedule, all top 16 seats must be decided on Saturday of the first week, and then there will be a break on Sunday.
Wimbledon is also the only tournament among the four Grand Slams that retains the tradition of the first Sunday off-day. It still maintains a gap in the busy and crowded schedule, which can be said to fully demonstrate the uniqueness of the All England Club.