The body has stretched to the extreme, but at the last moment, it did not explode with all its strength. Instead, it used the strength of the forearm and wrist to pull the strap, and then the feet showed a split posture. It was barely able to control the balance with the racket supporting the ground, and it was focused.
Watch the flight of the tennis ball.
Time and space stagnated for an instant, as if the whole world had slowed down hundreds and thousands of times. You could even see the sunlight hitting the tennis ball and blooming. The golden halo was as gorgeous as fireworks, outlining a streak in the air.
The thrilling streamline rushed out in a mighty manner.
Flying, falling, landing, rebounding.
The next second, you can see the linesman making an inbounds gesture with his hands folded, and then his heart explodes.
Won!
Supporting the racket with both hands, he raised his center of gravity and jumped high. The power bursting out from the depths of his Dantian was released in a mighty way. His right hand clenched into a fist and soared into the sky. His roar broke through the shackles of his throat, and he was full of passion.
All the earth is released.
Roar!
Ho ho ho!
He raised his right fist high until gravity pulled his body down quickly, and his feet again felt the ground reaction force surging like waves, but his right hand still did not put it down, but turned around smoothly, smoothly
I found my friends in the turbulent sea of people.
MacDonald was screaming, Giron was screaming, even Tobias was screaming.
The right index finger stands straight up.
It is the first and only one. This is the first official competition championship in his career, which is a step up from the NCAA National Championship!
Before coming to Binghamton, Gao Wen had not set any goals for this event. He was not modest but realistic. After all, he still lacked competition experience, and his own strength was also on the rise. He had just entered the professional stage after the United States Championship.
, it probably needs more polishing.
Exercise yourself.
This is the task that Gao Wen has set for himself, so every game is like this. Gao Wen is always polishing himself, seizing every opportunity, staying on the court as much as possible, forming confrontation as much as possible, and winning every point
All can be transformed into experience, and each victory means that you can win more opportunities to practice battles.
One step, another step.
In this way, he persisted until the end.
champion.
He won his first challenge championship. Even if he just fantasized about it, a smile couldn't help but bloom at the corner of his mouth, and happiness filled his entire chest.
He did it, he really did it!
But more importantly, he believes that he has more possibilities. He believes that this is just the beginning. There will be more challenges, more victories and more unknowns waiting in the future.
Dreams have become real like never before.
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
The audience burst into applause!
Some people guessed the ending, but no one guessed the process. Even the boldest, most arrogant and crazy guesses did not expect that this duel would be so... overwhelming.
"6:2", "6:0".
A strong sweep and a complete victory.
Who could have expected that the "top seed VS nobody" game would end up in such a situation?
The entire audience was exchanging glances, with looks of disbelief and admiration intertwined. For a long, long time to come, the residents of Binghamton will probably not be able to forget such a focus.
I'm afraid even the reporter who asked the question unintentionally did not expect that Gao Wen actually defeated Zverev!
Actually!
What's more, what about Zverev himself?
By the way, little Zverev.
After raising his arms and shouting in celebration, Gao Wen finally realized that "the game is not over yet." To be precise, the handshake and greetings after the game were not over yet.
Gawain turned around and could see a dejected little Zverev standing in front of the net at a glance. He trotted forward to meet him.
Then I noticed that the racket in Zverev's hand was twisted and deformed again. It seemed that he had vented his passion just after the last point. The poor racket looked completely scrapped, clearly showing the owner's
anger.
"exciting competition."
Gao Wen extended his right hand in a friendly manner and showed a smile to little Zverev.
It fell into little Zverev’s eyes, but it was so dazzling——
He lost.
Haha, he actually lost.
Not only did he lose to a nobody worth mentioning, but he also collapsed and lost to his opponent in such an embarrassing, humiliating, and shameful way.
How is it possible? How is it possible?
When he saw the numbers on the scoreboard out of the corner of his eyes, his chest almost exploded. Then when he saw Gawain's smile, as if he was laughing at his own stupidity, the string in his mind broke.
The remaining bit of reason stopped him from the urge to smash the smiling face with his fist, and reluctantly patted Gawain's right hand. Without greeting, dialogue or hug, he walked straight towards the referee and patted him as well.
The referee's right hand expressed "shake hands" and he quickly left.
He needs to leave here, he needs to leave the spotlight, and he needs to take care of his pride and self-esteem.
He needs silence.
In a hurry, Zverev packed his bags and prepared to leave, but the tournament director appeared and stopped Zverev——
There's also an awards ceremony.
The champion needs to receive the championship trophy, and the runner-up also needs to receive the runner-up trophy. Whether they like it or not, this is the rule of all professional competitions.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that little Zverev was so angry that he almost pointed at the tournament director's nose and yelled.
Seeing the back of little Zverev running away but being stopped again, Gao Wen and the referee were slightly surprised. They exchanged glances at each other. The two of them laughed politely. Although there was no dialogue, there was an invisible difference.
There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two.
Fortunately, the tournament director is also a good person. He realized that little Zverev was a volcano that could erupt at any time, so he politely suggested.
"You can go to the bathroom to tidy up your clothes before attending the award ceremony."
Zverev found the steps and hurriedly left the court. When he was waiting to reappear, he seemed to have finally regained some sense, but his face was still dark from beginning to end, and he exuded the aura of "keep away from strangers"
, and had absolutely no intention of pretending to be friends with Gawain.
Like a ruthless tool man, attending the award ceremony instead of Zverev himself.
In the stands, MacDonald was slightly worried, "Is something going to happen?"
Compared with the competitive atmosphere of professional games and the NCAA, there is a clear difference. The smell of gunpowder that permeated the entire game did not dissipate after the game.
Tobias was very calm, "Don't worry, it won't happen. I think Gawain performed very well today. A professional player without one or two enemies would not be outstanding enough."
MacDonald and Gillon both looked at Tobias with thoughtful expressions.
