Over and over again, Gawain and Macdonald shouted in succession. Macdonald, who was usually shy and introverted, was also excited at this time, with smiles on his eyes and face. He followed Gawain and started cheering. The more he shouted, the happier he was, and his laughter
It was buzzing in my chest.
Jilong is a little reserved——
It’s the same as when I was in college. Time flies and many things have changed, but some things seem to have stayed the same.
Jilong looked helplessly at the two people in front of him.
In fact, Jilong has been avoiding Gawain, although he is unwilling to admit it and has made many excuses for himself, "That guy must be too busy", "When I win a challenge championship", "Ah, now
"Sending text messages must be very abrupt", "He should be training now"...
But in fact, that is an escape.
He didn't know how to face Gawain, what kind of mentality, what kind of posture.
After arriving in Toronto, what Giron was most worried and nervous about was seeing Gawain again. He thought he was ready, but in fact he was not.
So, when he saw the grand scene at the training ground in the morning, he found an excuse for himself and left in a hurry.
But he didn't expect that Gawain would come over on his own initiative.
Then--
There was no nervousness, no restraint, no unfamiliarity, none of the things I was worried about appeared, and the words came out naturally.
"Dude, are you sure this doesn't matter?"
Jilong raised his chin and gestured to his surroundings. Those longing eyes were all fixed on Gawain. Hearing these words, he was even more excited.
The corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised.
"Why should I worry?"
"We are all spectators and have just finished enjoying a wonderful game. Ladies and gentlemen, I know this player."
The proud and boastful tone was as if Jilong was a superstar. The surrounding audience all reacted, whistles and applause surged, and one or two people followed suit.
Among them, Macdonald was the most active.
Ji Long couldn't help but raise his forehead, "Gawain..."
Gawain's eyes widened, "Oh, Marcus, it's such an honor that you still remember my name. See, I told you, I know him."
The second half of the sentence was spoken to the surrounding audience. Laughter mixed with whistles arose in a bustling atmosphere, making the atmosphere lively.
Gillon tried to make a few excuses, but looking at Macdonald with a smile on his face, his memory returned to his college days, and then he realized:
Giving up struggling is the wise choice.
So, Jilong closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, "Who wants an autograph, come on?"
The look on his face that he was ready to die was really funny.
Gawain was the first to raise his right hand high, "Me, me, me, me."
At the same time, the surrounding audience also joined in support, and a mini fan meeting was held at the scene.
Giron didn't expect it at all, but since he couldn't resist, he decided to enjoy it and really started signing autographs for the fans.
After being busy for a while, the audience was finally satisfied.
Although he could not get Gawain's autograph, he left many photos at the scene and had a close conversation with Gawain. From Gawain's words and deeds, he could realize that he needed some time with his friends, so the fans also
Say goodbye and leave knowingly.
Slowly, the surging crowd slowly dispersed.
Finally, miraculously, the three Musketeers of the Bruins were left. Even if he experienced it personally, Geelong could not accurately describe what this experience was like.
MacDonald seemed to be able to understand Giron's confusion. He smiled and said, "Marcos, this is called the Gawain effect."
Gawain frowned slightly, "Mike, why do I think you are swearing?"
"Haha." Giron and MacDonald both burst into laughter.
Gawain's expression only lasted for a moment, and then he bloomed, "Congratulations, Marcos, for advancing to the main competition."
Calm, sincere and enthusiastic.
It can be heard that Gawain is sincerely happy for Jilong.
Inexplicably, Jilong remembered what Gawain said casually when he was in college:
Tennis is a lonely game. Everyone has his or her own battle, just like life. No matter how many people come and go around, you still need to face them by yourself at the end of the story.
Battle and find those answers yourself.
Some people are faster and some are slower, some are more ordinary and some are more special. The only thing that is certain is that no one is the same.
Perhaps, on the road of tennis, Gao Wen is far ahead, but he also has his own battle, and he just needs to move forward at his own pace and at his own pace.
If Jiron had heard these words a week ago, he might not have been able to laugh. Even if he knew that Gawain was not malicious and discriminatory, he still couldn't laugh, not because of Gawain, but because of himself——
He cannot be satisfied with his current situation.
But now, Jilong is somewhat relieved, "Thank you. This is a breakthrough. I have been waiting for a full year."
The corner of Gawain's mouth raised, "Sooner or later is not important, what is important is that we finally do it; and, maybe, we can have a rematch this year?"
Gillon: ...He really hasn't thought about it.
"The next step is to look at the draw." Gao Wen's face was filled with anticipation.
If he and Gao Wen could face each other across the net, it would be the first meeting between the two after the singles final of the United States Championship.
Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
but……
Jilong was a little unsure, "It's not that easy. You are the second seed and have a bye in the first round. Even if we are in the same division, we won't meet until the second round at the earliest."
The subtext is that Geelong lacks some confidence in himself passing the first round.
Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, "Is this cowardice before fighting?"
Jilong's words just stuck in his mouth.
That's right, he doesn't even know who his opponent is in the first round, so why is he already timid?
Is it because he has never been able to win in the main draw of an ATP-level event in his career? So, did he shrink back without even realizing it?
What about those courage, fighting spirit, and expectations?
Once upon a time, he also looked forward to playing against the top ten players in the world. Even if it was not for victory, he also hoped to see the gap between himself and them; but the final goal was still to defeat them and win.
However, what now?
Regardless of the first-round draw, he should look forward to it. After all, this may be his chance to face top players.
"Yes. I didn't realize it myself, I was already hesitant." Jilong admitted frankly.
After a short pause, the smile on Jilong's lips rose again, "But now that I say it like this, I have some expectations."
"The opportunity to meet top players is so rare. I should look forward to it, right?"
Little by little, Jilong is slowly regaining the confidence of the proud man of heaven. Although it is difficult and long, he still needs to cheer himself up.
Gao Wen's expression relaxed again, "This is the Marcos Giron we are familiar with. To be honest, I am very much looking forward to meeting you. Standing on the field, you and I feel as if we are still in school."