Gawain is doing the final warm-up step by step, keeping his muscles active, his eyes focused, his mind concentrated, and he is focusing wholeheartedly on the upcoming competition.
However, he could always catch the hidden arrow coming from the left side with his peripheral vision.
Halfway across the corridor, Kyrgios was also warming up.
At this time, the coaches have left, the staff and caddies are all performing their duties, and there are only players preparing to appear at the entrance of the player tunnel.
Before the game officially starts, there is a very short moment of solitude, but it is also a moment of solitude where the lights of swords and swords continue to surge. This should be the closest physical distance between the players before they start to fight with real swords and guns, and there is no space for the camera lens to focus on, as if there is a fight.
You can attack someone by sneezing.
Obviously, Kyrgios was not attentive in his warm-up. He was holding the racket and rotating his arms, drawing circles vigorously like a windmill, continuously moving his shoulder muscles, and moving his steps back and forth from left to right to mobilize his body's center of gravity.
, let the whole body move.
However, his peripheral vision was restless, and he kept stealing glances at Gawain, as if he were a boxer looking for an opening to attack.
"...Ah Zhi, what a loser."
After all, Kyrgios couldn't hold it back and pretended to sneeze, but in fact he secretly complained.
Gawain was indifferent.
Kyrgios looked at Gawain who didn't respond, and was a little pleased. After thinking about it for a while, he repeated his old trick.
"Ah Sneeze, what a fool."
Gawain was completely unaware.
Kyrgios got a little excited, curled his lips, and then became more and more bold, and was about to do it a third time, secretly enjoying himself.
"Ah sneeze..."
However, before the next words could be spoken, Gawain turned his head and looked over without any warning.
Because it was too sudden, and Gawain's eyes were too direct, he looked directly at Kyrgios openly and openly. The scene was like being caught talking ill of others behind their backs. In an instant, Kyrgios panicked, so much so that the following people
As he swallowed the words, he almost choked on his own saliva.
Kyrgios tried his best to suppress his cough and avoid making a fool of himself, but he looked really...too useless.
The corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised, half-smiling.
"I really didn't expect that the upright Nick Kyrgios would be such a softie. He wanted to use swear words, but he had to cover it up in such a childish way?"
Soft egg?
Kyrgios' expression immediately dropped, he raised his racket and started swinging it, striding towards Gawain.
"What did you say?"
Unexpectedly, Gawain not only did not give in, but also became more proactive and resolute. He rushed forward with a big stride, and his right hand clenched into a fist was swung before Kyrgios, and the thunderous momentum was rolled over layer by layer.
Come down.
Kyrgios panicked and subconsciously braked suddenly, crossing his hands in front of his eyes to cover his face.
One second, two seconds.
Why is there no movement?
Kyrgios took a closer look and saw that Gawain's fist had been withdrawn. It was just a feint, but he was fooled!
the second time!
That sense of humiliation swallowed up Kyrgios in an instant, his eyes widened, and his anger burned. This time it was real, and he would take action regardless of the situation.
However, Gawain still took the lead and showed Kyrgios a shallow smile, calm and confident, not sarcastic but better than sarcastic.
"Be careful, I may aim at your backhand and continue hammering it today."
After saying that, Gawain had already taken half a step back, distanced himself again, and maintained a safe space.
Before Kyrgios had time to utter his foul words and curses, the security personnel at the scene rushed up and pulled Kyrgios away.
Grass!
"let me go!"
Kyrgios is angry!
"You fucking let me go! Otherwise I will kill you! I am serious! I will kill you!"
Kyrgios yelled.
But the security guard didn't take this at all, "Nick, be careful, you don't want to be disqualified before the game starts."
Kyrgios was furious, "You don't care about that damn villain? He provoked me first! Are you going to control me? Are you crazy?"
Kyrgios tried to accuse Gawain, but turned around to look over, only to find that Gawain was calm and standing obediently, with two security personnel standing next to him.
But because Gawain did not do anything drastic, the security personnel did not take any action. Instead, they looked at Kyrgios warily, as if they were bodyguards protecting Gawain.
Grass!
Kyrgios goes into a rage, what’s going on?
Gawain, however, ignored Kyrgios, slowly put his equipment bag on his back, faced the court, calmly, and was ready to go on stage.
Crackling!
Blah blah blah!
A series of foul language, which was offensive to the ears, exploded like landmines. Kyrgios was frothing at the mouth and expressed his anger in words.
Kyrgios's voice echoed at the entrance of the entire player tunnel, so that the top management of the organizing committee and managers all rushed to the scene. Looking at Kyrgios, he was like a crazy bull, and the tense air was filled with excitement.
Be vigilant and alert, but no one will approach easily.
After venting all his anger, Kyrgios finally realized that he was in a predicament of ambushes from all sides, and he finally regained his composure.
Pushing the security guard aside, "I'm ready to compete, you all get out of the way! What? Are you not allowing me to compete? Are you going to disqualify me for swearing? If not, you all get the hell out of the way."
, you bunch of rats.”
Cursing, Kyrgios did not lift his equipment bag, but kicked it with his feet, just like kicking a football.
Snapped.
Snapped.
Once, and again, he kicked the equipment bag out for a while, and then Kyrgios straightened his hair, spat towards the front of the passage where Gawain was, walked forward, and picked up his equipment bag carelessly.
, appeared in the introductory speech of the live host.
The player tunnel is in a mess.
Tennis Australia CEO and Australian Open tournament director, Craig Tiley, has also arrived at the players' tunnel at Margaret Court Stadium.
After briefly understanding the situation, Terry stepped forward, stared at Kyrgios's back, and came to Gawain's side, "Are you okay? Is everything okay?"
Gawain gave Terry a polite but distant smile, "I'm here to compete."
Simple words but powerful expression of your point of view.
Terry immediately heard the implication of Gawain, but it was undeniable that this was indeed Kyrgios's responsibility, "I'm sorry, I apologize again here."
Gawain didn't push the envelope any further, he nodded politely, and then the host could hear the host's lengthy introduction, waiting for Gawain to enter the stage.
Gao Wen didn't stop any longer, carrying his equipment bag, he stepped forward and walked into Margaret Court Stadium——
Standing in the players tunnel, the air conditioner is turned to the maximum, cool and refreshing, but as you move forward, you can feel the heat wave outside little by little, getting hotter, louder, and brighter, just like
Step into the center of the spotlight and attract global attention.