Qiao Wangsheng closed his eyes and quietly felt the beating of his heart. It was strong and powerful, and was slowly accelerating, getting faster and heavier, hitting his chest hard.
Open your eyes and look at the news headlines on the phone screen again.
"News: Gao Wen will replace Raonic on the O2 Arena to complete the remaining games of the year-end finals."
Plop, plop, plop!
His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, almost bursting. He tried his best but still couldn't control his excitement.
"ah!"
In the end, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't hold it back anymore, he clenched his fists and roared lowly, but after the first cry, he couldn't control it anymore.
"Ahhh!"
The Chinese media has gone crazy.
Of course, everyone has thought about this possibility:
After Gao Wen won the Paris Masters and reached the top ten in the world rankings for the first time, and became the first substitute due to Nadal's withdrawal, the possibility of a substitute appearance naturally exists.
However, this is all too crazy and too turbulent——
The first Grand Slam, the first Masters, can we still create history and reach the year-end finals stage?
It is unimaginable that just four months ago, there was no male player in mainland China who could even rank among the top 100 in the world, and no male player could win the championship at the challenge level. Everything was impossible.
It is the most primitive and weakest state.
But now?
It is precisely because of this that even just a "possibility" is enough to make people's hearts beat faster.
Then, "possibility" evolved into reality.
In just five minutes, the top spot on the social network's hot search list changed hands, and the keyword "Gao Wen made his debut on the year-end finals stage" suddenly appeared.
With the visible screen refresh rate, you can clearly feel the coming heat wave, the overwhelming news reports, the overwhelming discussion among netizens, the vigorous traffic frenzy... there is no end in sight.
If he hadn't been on the subway home from get off work, Qiao Wangsheng would have exploded into fireworks at this time, but even so, in the bustling crowd, Qiao Wangsheng still laughed wantonly and cheerfully.
After a tiring and busy day at work, the life of a social worker weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I almost couldn't straighten my back. The light from the mobile phone screen reflected the expressionless and soulless faces. The coldness of early winter seemed to be coming.
There was a touch of gray on the eyebrows, and there was no trace of energy at all.
Qiao Wangsheng was like an alien, holding his cell phone tightly and smiling stupidly in the subway.
At this moment, Qiao Wangsheng was able to notice that there were message alerts coming from several mobile phones around him. They reflexively opened the messages to read, and then there were slight fluctuations in the faces, and the lifeless air also rippled.
, as if you can feel the happiness spreading.
Are they happy because of the same news?
Inadvertently, Qiao Wangsheng noticed another stranger in the crowd. He opened his mouth and couldn't believe his eyes. He exclaimed "Gowen", but he immediately covered his mouth and looked around cautiously.
Individual eyes collided inadvertently.
Qiao Wangsheng responded with a smile, and the other party also twitched his lips, then looked away and continued to look at his mobile phone.
Qiao Wangsheng's mood not only did not calm down, but became more and more turbulent because he knew that Gao Wen was bringing a touch of brightness to life in his own way.
He and they, in a life that keeps repeating itself day after day, have reawakened hope because of this young man who keeps creating miracles——
Gawain made them believe that there are more possibilities in life, there is still a glimmer of hope in dreams, and there is a ray of rising morning sun hidden behind the clouds.
Thinking of this, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't help but feel excited, and immediately sent a message to the group.
"Nine p.m!"
"Gawain appears!"
The two messages were just sent out, and immediately afterward, like boiling water, the messages exploded with amazing energy and continued to refresh the screen.
Buzzing.
Buzz buzz.
Local time in Los Angeles, the sky had just broken, and Gu Xiao was playing chess with Duke Zhou. The two were having a good conversation. He was proposing marriage to Duke Zhou's beautiful daughter, but Duke Zhou's answer was,
"Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz buzz buzz."
Gu Xiao tried to hear Duke Zhou's answer clearly and couldn't help but move closer, "What?"
"Buzz buzz buzz."
Still unable to hear clearly, Gu Xiao moved forward a little further, and ended up overturning the chessboard.
He.
Suddenly, Gu Xiao woke up and opened his eyes. It was pitch black. The blackout curtains blocked the light tightly. Only the faint light of the mobile phone screen vibrated faintly.
I opened my phone in a daze, and at a glance I could see that there were more than a thousand messages in the group——
What are these people doing? Chatting so lively?
Once opened.
"...I think there is hope."
"In terms of pure playing style, Gawain really doesn't like playing against Kei Nishikori."
"If we make it to the semifinals, will we face Santoku? Again?"
"Actually, it's good for Sandoku. Can we expect a three-game winning streak?"
"But the qualifying conditions are too harsh. Even if we beat Kei Nishikori, we still have to wait and see what happens in another game."
"I'm familiar with this situation."
"Haha, it seems familiar again. It was like this last week. Will it continue this week?"
Wait, what?
Gu Xiao stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone. He hadn't woken up yet and his brain couldn't react. Until an idea came into his head, he woke up immediately:
What!
"What!" Meng Xiushan almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.
Brad Tate nodded with a smile, "It's true. Raonic retired due to injury, and Gawain is sure to come on as a substitute. In a few hours, he will appear against Kei Nishikori."
Meng Xiushan was stunned for a while without speaking.
Tate called again, "Meng?"
Only then did Meng Xiushan come back to his senses, and the smile at the corner of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, "He can always bring surprises, isn't he? Every time we have given up believing, he is still fighting, and then writes his own
His story may not create miracles every time, but he is always moving forward."
Year-end finals?
They had high expectations, but all ended in disappointment. However, things turned around and Gawain finally won the opportunity to appear in London.
So, what now?
Even if he is a substitute, Gao Wen will definitely seize the opportunity——
Just like the Paris Masters, it’s a one in 10,000 chance.
Last week, in Paris, only by winning the championship could Gao Wen gain a slight chance to qualify for the year-end finals. He did it and succeeded.
This week, in London, Gao Wen came on as a substitute. Only by trying his best can he have a slight possibility of qualifying for the group and advancing to the semi-finals.
But Meng Xiushan knows that no matter if it is one ten thousandth or one hundred thousandth, Gawain will fight to the end.
Involuntarily, the heart beat rapidly.
Meng Xiushan looked at Tate, "How about we watch the game together at the bar?"
"This is so early in the morning?" Tate couldn't believe it. It was only eight o'clock on the east coast of North America. Are you going to the bar to drink early in the morning?
but I like it."
Tate raised his hand and gave Meng Xiushan a high-five to celebrate, and a ray of light seemed to show up in the gray sky of the harsh winter.
