MacDonald was the first to raise his arms high and leap into the air. His head was full of words, but he couldn't say a word, he just screamed.
"Ah! Ahhh!"
Those are my teammates! Those are my buddies! Those are our Bruins players!
"Ahhh!"
The whole place is boiling!
The most important thing is that Gao Wen scored all five points through offense, without Kyrgios' mistakes. This also means that Gao Wen completely controlled the situation and took the initiative from beginning to end. It was not only exciting.
, and rare!
Cheers! Shout!
Applause! Whistle!
Sweeping the whole place like a storm!
Although they don't know Gawain at all, who can refuse such a wonderful duel just now?
Even Gawain himself was very, very surprised.
Objectively speaking, Kyrgios is indeed an insurmountable mountain for the current Gawain.
But with a little bit of strength, a little bit of luck and a little bit of accident, Gawain actually shaved off Kyrgios's head and won the victory in such an incredible way.
Gawain's first reaction was to clench his fists, and a smile spread to the corners of his mouth——
This is why he likes competitions, these confrontations, these sweats, these cheers, as if he can truly feel life burning alive.
Then, when Gawain looked over, he could see that Kyrgios could no longer control his emotions and began to smash the racket.
Once. Two times. Three times.
Wow, the entire racket was shattered like this. The powerful force made the racket look so weak.
It wasn't until the racket was completely scrapped and officially classified as garbage that Kyrgios' anger seemed to finally calm down, and he realized:
This is not a formal competition, there is no need to be so serious.
Kyrgios was too lazy to put on a smile and staggered to the front of the net, carrying a tattered racket like a ten-meter sword, and then shook hands with Gawain politely——
In fact, it wasn't a handshake, just a perfunctory clap of the hands.
Kyrgios glared at Gawain fiercely, "You should know that if you play a set instead of just five points, you can't win, no matter how lucky you are, you can't win."
Of course Gawain knew, but he couldn't admit defeat at this time.
Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly and stared back without showing any signs of weakness. His powerful momentum not only kept him from losing ground in front of Kyrgios, but also gave him a vague advantage.
As if he had hit a wall, Kyrgios laughed angrily and nodded repeatedly, "Very good, I remember you, and I look forward to having you appear in the professional arena in the future."
Kyrgios didn't even ask. He knew that with Gawain's strength, he was definitely not an amateur.
Gawain really wanted to tease Kyrgios. If he said "Oh, I have no interest in professional competitions, I just play in my spare time", would Kyrgios explode on the spot?
Considering that after the charity exhibition match, it was probably the freshman players who came to clean up the court. It would be difficult to clean up the blood, flesh and bones on the ground, so Gao Wen swallowed his words.
Kyrgios turned around and left. Looking at the back with bursting muscles, Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly. He had no doubt that if he provoked him again, the tennis court might turn into a boxing ring, but he didn't mind.
He made gestures with Kyrgios, but because he wanted the NCAA's strict standards on violence, the idea was extinguished as soon as it started to spark.
At this time, the host standing in the scene finally closed his round mouth. Even Venus and Sharapova did not expect the direction of the matter. Then the host quickly stepped forward and stopped Gawain.
"This fan, judging from your skills, it seems that you are not an ordinary person. Are you currently playing on the tour?"
The problem is that even in the tour, if Kyrgios can shave his head, he should be at least a player in the top 300. Why does the young face in front of him look so unimpressive?
"Ah, no, no, no, I'm still studying, I'm a student at UCL, but I'm a member of the school's tennis team."
No wonder!
Ho ho ho!
Bruins fans at the scene cheered.
Kyrgios' stiffness eased slightly. If he were an NCAA player, it would be excusable, but...wait! Why did he say it was not shameful to lose to an NCAA player? He is a professional player, ranked top in the world.
Two hundred! NCAA players can only be considered semi-professional, okay?
Meow.
Kyrgios wanted to curse again.
"I see, NCAA players, are the teams ready to challenge for the championship this year?"
"Ha, of course, this is our goal. But it still depends on the performance of Clay and Marcos. I am just a substitute player and I have to work hard next."
Ah! What?
Substitute?
A mere substitute?
The host and Gawain were having a conversation, but Kyrgios felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was frozen in place, unable to move, with a hundred thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.
"Wow, it seems that the Bruins are full of talents. We are also looking forward to your success in the NCAA this year."
"Thanks."
The host has finished the interview, and then Raonic and the next audience member are ready to take the stage.
The scene became lively again.
Gao Wen finally left the court. He could vaguely detect a scorching gaze. He looked over subconsciously, and then saw Sharapova looking at him meaningfully. She didn't have much expression and looked cold and arrogant, but her eyes were still there.
You can detect a hint of amusement.
Gao Wen politely nodded his head and without thinking much, he saw Raonic with a concerned face in front of him.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, Milos, come on, I'm looking forward to your performance."
After saying a simple hello, Gawain walked towards Macdonald's position, and all the spectators beside him began to cheer.
Ho ho ho!
How lively!
One by one, the audience even couldn't wait to step forward and high-five Gawain, just like the dragon-slaying hero returning in triumph, and the people all wanted to be happy.
The noisy scene attracted the attention of the host, but Raonic didn't mind. He looked at the busy corner with a smile and cheered with everyone.
But for Kyrgios, it was a torment, an overwhelming one, and every sound on the scene was mocking his failure.
In the end, Kyrgios couldn't hold it back and fled the scene on the pretext of going to the toilet. He disappeared from everyone's sight and did not appear for a long, long time.
No one knows what Kyrgios did in the locker room.
Later, when Gawain and Macdonald returned to the locker room, they could find fist marks one after another on the wall. They couldn't help but gasp. Sure enough, the young man was still very angry and not afraid of getting hurt. He just tested the wall firmly.
Hardness, I don’t know who won.
"Maybe, this time he can finally win."
MacDonald said very seriously, causing Gawain to laugh happily.