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Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Soldiers are expensive and fast

Yesterday, after winning the championship, everything happened too fast. It was as if the whole world had pressed fast forward. It was forced to fast forward without any time to breathe. Even though I knew that text messages and messages on my mobile phone were constantly reminding me,

No time at all to confirm.

It's only now that I have time to open my phone and read messages.

Macdonald, Gillon, Thompson and other friends all sent messages immediately. Apparently they all sat in front of the TV and watched the live broadcast. You can feel the excitement and passionate passion between the lines, as if they were standing on their own.

Average on the field.

Thiem, Dimitrov, Raonic and other new friends who had just met each other also sent messages of congratulations. They were even more shocked than ordinary fans. They practiced and chatted with them during the US Open.

My friend won the championship in an upset like this, and the excitement is definitely even greater.

In addition, the text messages from Coach Grant and Coach Martin were also not absent. They witnessed Gao Wen's growth all the way, especially the hardships of summer training, and they were filled with emotions at this time.

Coach Martin’s text message seemed serious and thoughtful.

"...This is a trophy you won with your sweat and persistence. Congratulations! However, I know this should not be your end. Don't forget your dreams. You deserve more. There is a broader and more exciting one ahead.

In the world, more difficult and more amazing records are waiting.

The fight never stops.”

The text message to celebrate winning the championship was an inappropriate pouring of "cold water", but Gao Wen could deeply feel Coach Martin's expectations and love for him.

Good medicine tastes bitter, unpalatable advice help line.

Reading Martin's text message carefully, a warm current flowed through Gao Wen's heart. He knew that the coach was sincerely considering him. He didn't know how many repeated revisions and considerations were behind these words. He might even have considered not saying anything.

I celebrated the championship like everyone else, but in the end I finished editing and sent it over.

"Dear Coach Martin, keep-fighting, keep-pounding."

Fighting can be used to describe the powerful sound of the heart hitting the chest, and it is also the sound of hitting a tennis ball. When used here, it means that the blood is boiling and the fighting spirit is high. Always fighting, always hot-blooded, always fighting, that's about it.

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Gawain sent a reply in this way, and the smile on his lips slightly rose.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door. Gawain interrupted Gawain's reply to the congratulatory message. He raised his head and looked at the door and asked in a loud voice.

"Who's there?"

Who would knock on the door so early in the morning?

"Gawain, it's me, John."

It's actually Tobias? An unexpected but reasonable answer.

Gawain trotted over and opened the door of the room, and immediately saw Tobias in a suit and tie, and behind him stood another strange man in a suit.

Although his head was full of question marks, Gawain still nodded politely, and then cast a questioning look at Tobias.

Tobias looked at Gawain's condition and immediately reacted, "Have you not started preparing yet? Have you forgotten? Rockefeller Plaza, nine o'clock sharp?"

"..." Gao Wen was a little confused and stunned, "Ah! Ah! 'Today Show', I'm sorry, I really forgot about it."

The victory celebration is over like this?

If anyone thinks so, they are too naive. Obviously, yesterday was just the first step in celebrating the Grand Slam victory, and there is still a busy schedule waiting for him.

This morning, Gawain will be interviewed by the "Today Show", but last night was very busy and crowded. To be honest, Gawain really had no impression at all and completely forgotten about it. If the biological clock hadn't failed, otherwise Toby would have

Yas needs help from the hotel front desk to wake up Gawain.

Tobias was not as surprised as he thought, "I know how energy-consuming last night's activities were, so I came here in advance to avoid deviations. Don't worry, it's still not too late. We still have a little bit left before heading to Rockefeller Plaza."

time."

Having said this, Tobias turned around and looked at the suit behind him.

"Let me introduce to you, Gawain, Ian Jenkins; Ian, Gawain."

Gawain was a little embarrassed and looked down at himself, who was only wearing a pair of sports shorts. "Please forgive me for my shabby clothes. This is definitely not the look I want to show."

Jenkins took a step forward, held Gawain's right hand, and showed a big smile, "I should be rude. No one would knock on someone else's door early in the morning and expect the other person to show up in formal attire."

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, "I thought all New Yorkers were like this."

"Haha, I can't deny it. In New York, I do often dig my assistant out of bed at five in the morning, but we are dealing with California time now, so, shh, let's forget about that for now."

Jenkins also followed Gao Wen and made a classic East-West Coast joke. There is obviously a huge difference in the work styles of New York and Los Angeles.

One comes, one goes.

Tobias added, "Very good, it looks like you don't need my help anymore."

Gawain took a step back and made an invitation, "Please come in. I'll go to the room first to find some clothes. You still need to be careful about catching a cold in summer."

Amidst the laughter, Gao Wen quickly entered the corner of the room, found a jersey, and simply put it on, but the thoughts in his mind surged:

Who is coming?

He knew that he had a schedule for the "Today Show" this morning, but Tobias couldn't even wait for this little time and came directly to the door? And there was no sign of any news yesterday.

There are really too few information clues. All kinds of speculations are surging in my mind for a while, but there is no clue. It is obviously not suitable to think slowly at this time. Gawain's hotel room is a simple standard room, without any clues.

The extra space is clearly visible, and you can see your guests just by turning around.

Fortunately, there were still two chairs and a coffee table left in the corner of the guest room, which prevented them from having to sit on the bed to talk.

"John, are you sure you don't need to go to the hotel lobby? I think there is a very, very spacious space there." Gawain gave a sincere suggestion.

No, Tobias and Jenkins exchanged glances, and both laughed. Just when Gawain was confused about what was wrong with his suggestion, Jenkins took the initiative to speak.

"I think we can just stay here and keep a low profile as much as possible."

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself formally, Ian Jenkins. I now work for Nike. I came here specifically in the hope of persuading Mr. Gao to officially sign as our brand."

Sponsor?

And it’s Nike?

No wonder! Then everything can be explained, but even for sponsors, there is no need to grab one or two hours of time. After the "Today Show" program is over, they can sit down and talk slowly about why.

Need to be so anxious?

Can't you wait even this little time?

If Jenkins knew Gawain's doubts, he would give the answer unswervingly: Yes, we can't wait, troops are valuable and quick.

(End of chapter)


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