In the locker room, people are coming and going, bustling and bustling. It is always like this in the first week of a Grand Slam event, with endless flow and huge crowds of people.
Walk into Rod Laver Arena, pass through the lobby and lounge, and pass through the training space for pre-match warm-ups. To the left is the women's locker room - don't go wrong. To the right is the men's locker room.
Entering the room, the spacious space suddenly becomes cramped. A corridor leads directly to the bottom. The left and right sides are neatly divided into eight areas. Each area is equipped with seats and lockers. The rectangular lockers can
Store all player equipment and belongings.
Every year, after the main draw is determined, the tournament organizing committee will arrange lockers in alphabetical order according to the names of the 128 players in the draw, and each locker will be labeled with the player's name.
In other words, players do not have the right to choose their own lockers. The locker locations may change every year, but because the changes in the alphabetical order of names are not too drastic, even if they change, they are often nearby.
, over time, players will be able to become familiar with their own range.
"W.G."
These are Gawain's initials. If they are arranged in order, they are either in the first compartment or in the second.
He stopped at the end of the aisle, looked left and right, and immediately realized that he should belong to the right:
Because at a glance you can see an Australian player, Sam Groth, whose initials are the same as Gawain.
At the same time, there are two Australian players with the initials "K" next to Gross, and their lockers should not be far from here:
Kyrgios and Kogkinakis.
A group of tall players gathered together, and the space became a bit crowded.
"...He must have thought that he was a handsome gentleman, but he didn't know that he looked like a juggler."
"Yes, yes, yes, he has always thought that he is a heartthrob. He always has the same expression, with raised corners of his mouth and bright eyes, but it looks like he has swallowed two tons of butter. It is so greasy that it makes people feel sick. I
I almost vomited out last Friday’s dinner, okay?”
"Ha ha!"
"I can imagine him walking into the bar, pretending to be a heartthrob, but in fact the embarrassment and stiffness all over his body have long since manifested themselves."
"Hahaha!"
Dancing and dancing, foaming at the mouth.
Chirping and noisy.
You could see Kogkinakis imitating something vividly, and his vivid expression successfully made Kyrgios laugh.
Then Tomic was revealed standing behind, with his hands folded on his chest, leaning on the locker, chewing gum, his eyes and mouth full of smiles, and even if he didn't say anything, you could still feel the wantonness of the young man's success.
And Zhang Yang, the pride between his brows was shining brightly.
Gross, the owner of the locker, stood aside. Although he was also smiling, you could still feel his restraint. He did not join in their conversation. Sometimes he nodded gently, sometimes he laughed, acting as a qualified listener.
The character is a character, but he doesn't feel much presence.
This is not surprising.
Among this new generation of Australian future prospects, Tomic became famous the earliest in 1992, while Gross was born in 1987.
According to the calculation of one generation every three years, there is already a generation between them. Their whole styles of dealing with people are so different that it is difficult for them to play together.
Just now, when Kogkinakis was talking, his eyes kept shifting between Kyrgios and Tomic, but he didn't notice Gross at all.
It is precisely because of this that Gross noticed Gawain first.
"Ahem."
Gross's smile immediately stiffened, as if he was caught red-handed saying bad things behind his back, and he could feel the uncomfortable embarrassment all over his body.
His eyes wandered erratically, and he took the initiative to meet Gawain's gaze. He showed a smile, but soon he quietly drifted away.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
After coughing several times in succession, it seemed as if Gross might cough out his entire lungs if he pressed harder.
Then, Kogkinakis and others finally noticed the appearance of the outsider.
But compared to Cross, this group of young people obviously have a different way of thinking. Since they dare to "perform" so blatantly in public, they are not afraid of being discovered. They don't feel embarrassed at all, and they are naturally magnanimous.
appearance.
Kogkinakis curled his lips, his expression full of disgust, and it was in capital letters and bold.
Tomic did not move his body and looked at Gawain lazily, with a bit of critical look in his eyes.
And what about Kyrgios?
When the eldest young master discovered Gawain, he seemed to notice his prey, with a wicked smile on his lips and a burst of excitement.
Then, he walked up directly and swaggered.
"Come on, let me recreate the scene for you."
The words were obviously addressed to Kogkinakis and Tomic, but his eyes were staring directly at Gawain, clearly provoking them.
"Suppose this is a bar, and someone walks in and tries to attract a woman's attention, but has no idea that he looks like a loser."
"You are so stupid that you don't know yourself."
Bah bah bah.
Kyrgios's loud voice was like a broken gong, clanging and clanging in every locker room cubicle, and you could even see his tonsils.
Because Kyrgios deliberately raised his chin to show his condescending arrogance and condescension, the result was that the two black nostrils were facing Gawain.
To be honest, Gawain thought the scene... was a little funny. He didn't know what movie these people had learned such unsavory routines from. Every pore exuded a cheap plastic temperament. The phrase "I'm so stupid."
"Zhi" is simply a stroke of genius, perfectly fitting the scene in front of me.
However, you shouldn't be able to laugh at this moment...right?
Gawain hesitated whether he should give a friendly and polite reminder to prevent Kyrgios from making a fool of himself elsewhere in the future, while the little devil in his heart waved his sword and protested strongly. Such a ridiculous and funny performance could be recorded in culture.
How can you enjoy your inheritance to yourself?
Alone Better Together.
After careful consideration, Gawain felt that he should remind him that there was no other way, he was just so kind.
At this moment——
"Shut up!"
There was a roar from behind. It was unreasonable and exploded in a shocking way. The roar was so powerful that everyone in the locker room looked at him.
Even Kyrgios' words were cut off.
Gawain turned his head, and then saw Wawrinka who had just walked out of the bathroom, his face flushed, his brows furrowed, and he continued to roar in the direction of Kyrgios.
"Shut up!"
"It's so noisy! Even a hundred thousand flies flying in your mouth can't shut you up! If you have time to chirp here, why not go to the circus and perform monkey tricks?"
