The Gao Wen in front of him was obviously sweating profusely, but he didn't look tired or embarrassed at all. Instead, his whole body was filled with vitality.
After running around the entire field for nearly two hours, it looked like it had just finished warming up, and it would be no problem to continue running for another three hours.
Those bright eyes seemed to be saying:
Before the game, the key points of the tactics were all revealed honestly. This was no longer a matter of focusing on the exam, but a direct reveal of the trump cards. However, the game was still won so easily.
Grass!
Kyrgios' brain got hot and he raised his racket high, subconsciously wanting to smash it, but his movements froze.
Why, seems familiar?
At the end of the first set, the shot was smashed.
At the end of the second set, the shot was smashed.
So, does it have to happen again at the end of the third set?
Without even looking up, Kyrgios seemed to be able to feel Gawain's gaze, as if he was enjoying a clown's circus performance:
So stupid yet so pitiful, so sad yet so ridiculous.
As a result, his movements froze in mid-air, and he was in a dilemma.
For a moment, I struggled with whether I should restrain myself because of that guy's gaze; for a moment, I felt depressed that I had already lost face and lost my fortune and should not continue to humiliate myself.
Then, I felt aggrieved because of my own indecision.
Kyrgios recalled their first meeting:
At that time, he lost five points in a row and failed to score a single point.
Today, he lost five games in a row and almost swallowed a donut.
From "five points" to "five games", what happened during this period? Why was he unable to shorten the gap, but instead the gap widened?
How did things develop to this point? He didn't even dare to look into that guy's eyes and wished he could just disappear from the scene.
Anger, shame, shame, frustration, irritability.
The blood rushed toward the heart in an instant, almost exploding.
Ahhhh!
Grass!
After hesitating and hesitating, Kyrgios finally did not hit him:
He is not a joke, absolutely not.
Taking a deep breath, Kyrgios managed to regain some sanity. To be more precise, he should have regained his pride——
He, absolutely! Will never bow in front of that guy!
He has his dignity, he has his bottom line, and he will not admit defeat, at least not in front of that ferocious-looking guy.
Keep your head high and your chest high, and stride forward.
Kyrgios strode towards the center of the court, snorted, and showed his usual carelessness again, as if he didn't care at all about the outcome of a game, which had no impact on him.
Whoever cares is a fool.
Kyrgios raised his chin high, looked at people through his nostrils, narrowed his eyes into a narrow slit, and looked forward arrogantly through the narrow slit.
Then, Kyrgios saw a brilliant golden sun.
The sparkling light floated a layer of halo above the blue court, outlining Gawain's slender figure. Gawain had no special expression, but relaxed the corners of his mouth and stretched his eyebrows, revealing a sense of comfort from the inside out, like a smile.
He looked at Kyrgios showing off with a non-smile and waited patiently.
This little bit of comfort stung Kyrgios. He lowered his eyes subconsciously, not wanting to talk to Gawain, or even shaking hands with Gawain.
He was going to touch Gawain's hand, then turn around and leave.
but.
Just when the palms were stretched out and about to collide, Gao Wen's voice came to his ears, sincere and sunny, positive and bright,
"Come on, you're almost beating me."
Come on... come on?
Kyrgios couldn't believe his ears.
Kyrgios's muscles stiffened for an instant, and his eyes were filled with anger. He slowly raised his head and saw a sincere smile on Gawain's face. There was no ridicule, no ridicule, only sincerity, but it was this sincerity that made him more and more sincere.
He looked disgusting, so he subconsciously held Gawain's right hand hard.
Push harder, push harder.
If the guy in front of him wants to fight, he will 100% accompany him. Anyway, he has nothing to fear anymore. There was no boxing match that could start at the end of the second set. Do you want to have one now?
However, Gawain showed no sign of weakness and followed suit with his right hand.
At the same time, the ends of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face was filled with a sincere smile.
"Oh, sorry, no, maybe it's a little different."
In one sentence, just such a sentence, the strength interprets the highest level of swearing. It does not require a single curse word to pierce the opponent's heart with thousands of arrows. Compared with Kyrgios's full of swear words, foaming at the mouth and red-faced venting of anger,
The entire realm is not above a horizontal line——
There was a roar in Kyrgios's mind, and then he couldn't hear anything anymore. He stared at Gawain, yelled violently, and clenched his fists.
"What are you talking about? Tell me again? You trash! Damn hypocrite! I'm going to kill you!"
On the verge of breaking out.
Gawain did not flinch, not only did he not, but he also took half a step forward, looked directly into Kyrgios's eyes with dignity, and spoke word by word.
"I just like the way you hate me to the core but can't defeat me."
As soon as the words fell, Gawain's smile disappeared, and Gawain burst out with a powerful momentum from the inside out, attacking his face with bared teeth and claws, shocking the entire audience in the blink of an eye.
Kyrgios is like falling into an ice cellar.
In the blink of an eye, he calmed down and stood there blankly. All his energy and energy instantly collapsed. He opened his mouth, but all the sounds were blocked.
The referee Nellie noticed the conflict here and immediately stepped down from the referee's chair and stepped forward to stop the potential conflict. As soon as the words came out, it was obvious that Nellie was on Gawain's side.
"Gawain, are you okay?"
If it were normal, Kyrgios might have exploded, but at this moment he looked at Gawain blankly, and you could clearly see that the anger in his eyes was being drained away little by little.
Gawain let go of Kyrgios' right hand and shook his head at Nellie, "I'm fine."
Nelly was still a little worried, "Are you sure?"
It's not because of Nellie's selfishness, but because of Nellie's fairness and objectivity that he sided with Gawain.
Judging from the situation of the entire game, Kyrgios is like a time bomb, no one knows when it will detonate; and this is Kyrgios’ home court, and the fans on site are crazy throughout the whole process, and no one can guarantee that.
What will they do to Gawain?
Nellie needs to take control of the situation.
Gawain didn't answer in a hurry, but moved his right hand and then showed a smile, "Yes, I'm sure."
Nellie gently nodded to Gawain, indicating that Gawain could leave.
When Gao Wen turned around and walked towards the players' rest area, he could see that security personnel had entered the field and lined up:
On the one hand, it is to monitor Kyrgios; on the other hand, it is to protect Gawain.
At the entrance of the players tunnel, you can see the figure of the tournament director Terry, who came to the scene in person to control the situation. He noticed the gaze cast by Gawain. Terry also smiled at Gawain, nodded gently, and finally gave him applause to express his gratitude.
congratulate--
By the way, Terry is the chairman of the Australian Open, but he is not Australian, but South African.
Everything happened too fast.
From the end of the game to the handshakes after the game to the entry of security personnel, everything was concentrated in thirty seconds and forty seconds, and the audience could not keep up with the rhythm.