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Chapter 595: Giant Ivory Tower

Chapter 595 Ivory Tower

"Game, high, '6:4', '6:4'..."

The referee's voice announcing the score echoed over Court No. 2, announcing the end of the game. Gao Wen successfully defeated Johnson and advanced to the third round, quietly waiting for the winner between Nadal and Fey Lopez.

Amid the roar of applause from the audience, Gao Wen jogged all the way to the front of the net, waiting for Johnson to arrive to complete the friendly handshake after the game.

You can see it from a distance. Johansson stood there and shook his head gently, showing a trace of regret. Johansson with a big beard, wearing a blue jersey and a blue hat, looked like "Super Mario" from a distance.

Like Luigi, the plumber’s brother in the game, it comes with comic effects.

A little happy.

In the midst of his random thoughts, Johnson had already arrived in front of him. Gawain suppressed the smile on his lips, took the lead in extending his right hand, and said a few polite words to Johnson.

The extended side battle of "Los Angeles City Derby" was not as tense and sparky as imagined. Both people showed their adult rationality.

However, after shaking hands in a friendly manner to express politeness, Gawain took a step back, indicating to Johnson to shake hands with the referee first, and then leave first——

This is a ritual that is not considered a ritual.

In addition to showing chivalry, because the losing team usually leaves the stadium first, they need to pack their luggage and equipment faster, so giving in at this time can be regarded as buying them some time.

Johnson did not refuse, and took a step forward to shake hands with the referee. Then at this moment, when he was about to leave, he turned around in a small circle and came back, blocking him between Gawain and the referee.

The referee's heart thumped:

Could it be that Johansson still failed to suppress his temper and was ready to get angry? Is there still no way to improve the Los Angeles derby?

What if Johansson suddenly punches Gawain? What if it affects him? Does he need to take a defensive stance like a boxer?

Troubling thoughts rushed to his mind, and before they had time to ferment, Johnson spoke.

"Why."

"Why haven't you made a fist to celebrate today?"

Gawain:……

referee:……

Gawain didn't think much about it. When he saw Johnson's face coming back, he didn't put on a defensive posture, but gave him a questioning look. He thought Johnson had some trash talk.

result……

That's it?

"You want me to pump my fist in celebration and then we have a momentum fight or something? Like in college?"

The smile in Gawain's eyes appeared, showing a brisk light, and then he explained.

"I'm just thinking. You know, my brain is constantly running. I need to spend time thinking about the game. I need to stay focused, otherwise the result of the game may be different."

There was a hint of clarity in Johnson's eyes. He rubbed his hair, which was flattened by the hat and soaked with sweat, and explained to himself.

"I thought it was because you thought I didn't bring enough pressure. If so, I would have to review myself. I thought today's game would be more intense."

The Johnson in front of him was somewhat different from what Gawain had imagined.

In my impression, geniuses are more like Kyrgios, who are arrogant, uninhibited, and arrogant because of their extraordinary talents. Even though Johnson is not a genius in the traditional sense, his brilliant achievements in the NCAA are truly left in the annals of history.

A sum of money, he has the capital to be proud of.

If you lose, you will be furious, furious, and even angry at others——

At least, that's the case with Kyrgios.

But Johnson didn't have it. He didn't have the wantonness and publicity of a proud man at all. The faces of Thompson and Gillon could not help but appear in Gawain's mind:

Entering society from college is another world. They all need to face reality and grow up quickly. No wonder people always compare schools to ivory towers.

Thoughts flashed by, and Gawain immediately smiled at Johnson.

"Ah, sorry."

"You should say this at the derby in our city. You will definitely win a round of applause and cheers."

City derby?

If such a statement was made in the same city derby, Bruins fans would dance and cheer; but Trojans fans would probably put on a live fireworks show that exploded on the spot, and the scene would be lively.

A big smile appeared on Johnson's honest and honest uncle's face.

"Actually, I am praying sincerely that no alumni will watch this game, but considering this is the Masters Tournament, the hope is slim, so I'd better leave the scene quickly."

"Don't worry, even if it is the Masters, not many people will pay attention to it. The first thing I learned after leaving school is that we are not as important as we think."

Faced with Johnson's ridicule, Gawain also made some self-deprecating remarks. After speaking, he spread his hands with an innocent face. The calm look on his face immediately made Johnson feel relaxed. He couldn't help but look at Gao Wen more.

Wen Liangyan.

If they weren't mortal enemies in the same city, Johnson was willing to admit that this guy was a bit interesting, but... there was no if.

So, Johnson just showed a smile, gently nodded to Gawain, and said one more sentence, "Wonderful game." You can see that Gawain also raised his chin and said the same sentence in response, and then he

He turned around and left.

Watching Johnson's leaving figure, Gawain couldn't help but think:

One day in the future, maybe he will meet Thompson or Geelong on the court, as well as McDonald and other friends in the college arena. He is looking forward to this day coming soon.

Because this also means that after they left the ivory tower, they met again in the professional arena. Regardless of their performance, at least they chose to continue chasing their dreams, meet again in another way, and then continue to compete with each other on the road to their dreams.

Run wildly and prove with practical actions:

Life is not only tea, rice, oil and salt, but also dreams, passion, and much, much more.

Looking away, Gawain saw the referee leaning back slightly with a strange expression on his face, and raising his right leg slightly toward his chest in a weird posture, as if curled up into a ball to protect himself, preparing to use his right leg and hands.

Blocks normal attacks.

attack?

But who would attack the referee? Once it happens, the result may be a fine and a three-piece ban. Absolutely no one will dare to challenge the association's bottom line.

Gawain looked at the referee with question marks on his head, stretched out his right hand, shook it politely, then walked to the center of the court and waved to everyone.

However, today's post-game celebration was a little shorter, and Gao Wen did not have time to sign autographs and take photos for the fans, because there was still a doubles match waiting for him. Next, he needed to do simple recovery training, and then relax his muscles and wait for the second game.

He still has many things to keep busy with.

In the players' lounge, players gathered in twos and threes, watching the broadcast on the TV screen. No one spoke, and they all focused on the game:

Thiem is playing against Djokovic.

(End of chapter)


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