The inertia of forward motion caused his body to roll. In order to avoid injury, Dimitrov rolled forward one more time to cushion the impact.
Embarrassment is nothing but embarrassment, but this is the best way to protect yourself.
Gulu.
Finally, the whole person collapsed directly to the ground in a large shape, gasping for air, and the lungs were like bellows, huffing and puffing violently.
The whole world is buzzing.
Gawain chased after him immediately, his head appeared directly above him, his face was full of worry, and he looked up and down.
"Are you okay?"
"You're not hurt, are you?"
Dimitrov didn't speak, but he couldn't help laughing, "Haha". When the first laugh broke through his throat, he couldn't stop it anymore.
"Haha, hahaha..."
Laughter is contagious, and Gawain also laughed. Looking at Dimitrov laughing loudly, he shook his head helplessly.
After training, it can be further seen that Dimitrov is not in the best condition——
Tennis is like a marathon. When you are in good condition, you run more energetically; when you are in bad condition, you still seem to be standing still no matter how fast you speed up.
Although physical fitness is indeed not Dimitrov's strong point, it is not as if he was directly beaten by Gawain for three laps in the round-trip training. The gap is too big.
Perhaps Dimitrov was already in poor condition, and the long-distance flight and jet lag further amplified the impact, which led to the "tragedy in training."
Gawain left again.
Dimitrov didn't ask, he just lay on the court and quietly looked at the flaming clouds in the sky.
The blazing orange color is gradually evolving into a richer and deeper color, with large swaths of red spreading out like waves.
However, the light-colored parts in the corners collide with the blue of the sky, rendering a layer of light pink that extends along the tail of the waves.
A little, a little, like fish scales, revealing a mint-flavored freshness and coolness, just like Sprite and ice cream mixed together.
Obviously the scenery in front of me is so magnificent and gorgeous, it seems to be burning, and the whole sky is about to collapse, but I don't feel any pressure. I just want to lie here quietly and watch the miraculous work of nature. In a short period of time,
Evolving into colorful colors, the language becomes pale.
My chest seemed to be opened like this, and all the accumulated depression and frustration was released.
"ah!"
Dimitrov raised his voice and shouted towards the sky, his smile slightly raised, and then he shouted again.
"ah!"
Even though it was extremely childish, it was so real and effective that I couldn’t help but shout a few more words.
"Ahhh!"
The echo collided with the barbed wire fence and bushes surrounding the training ground, echoing faintly.
There was nothing special about it, but my mood became brighter.
Above his head, a bottle of mineral water appeared.
Dimitrov sat down immediately, took it, opened the bottle cap, and poured it down his throat. At this time, he didn't care about the rules of taking small sips to replenish water. He just wanted to vent, and finally just drank it.
The mineral water bottle is placed on the top of the head, and it is turned over to tip down.
Wow.
As soon as Gawain sat down next to him, he was splashed all over—
I'm most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
One second, two seconds.
"Gregor! This is a desert! Desert, don't you understand? We need to save water, okay? This is not the correct way to use mineral water."
puff.
Dimitrov, who was looking at Gawain with guilt in his eyes, was amused by these words and burst out laughing, his cheerful laughter stirring again.
After all, Gawain did not stand up, but slowly replenished his body with water, letting Dimitrov's laughter echo for a long time.
Until it gets quiet.
It seems that the wind can be heard, gently blowing the treetops and grass, and the clouds at the end of the sky are also billowing, changing into different shapes.
In the silence, thoughts were swirling.
Gawain was thinking whether he should speak.
He could sense that something was not right. Dimitrov was particularly unusual today. When he was just training, he vented his emotions desperately, gritting his teeth and bursting out with a trace of ferocity. It didn't look like training at all, but more like
It's like torturing yourself to release energy, and explode regardless.
This is not rational or professional at all.
But the key is exactly here——
Before professional players, they are first and foremost ordinary people. Sometimes there are things that even if they are rational and clearly understand what is the right thing to do, they still can't control themselves. They will lose control and need to vent. They will be sad, painful, cry and laugh.
You will get hurt, just like ordinary people.
Therefore, Gawain didn't say anything after all, he just accompanied Dimitrov to go crazy.
But, what happened to Dimitrov? Was there any surprise in the Rotterdam game? Or is he still haunted by what happened in Melbourne?
Or is the reporter provoking and attacking again? Dimitrov, a sweet and personable boy, is always helpless in front of reporters?
Think about it.
Gawain felt that it was better for him to remain silent. There was no need to ask about those private matters. If Dimitrov was willing to talk, he would naturally speak; but if he didn't say anything, it meant that Dimitrov had not done a good job.
Prepare.
Keeping distance is also a form of respect.
then.
Gawain began to think about what he should have for dinner.
As I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Why did I suddenly want to eat hot pot?
What a pity! Hot pot is one of the foods that professional players must not eat. Even if there is a Sichuan hot pot restaurant in Los Angeles, he can only rely on his brain to imagine it.
"I told her."
Suddenly, Dimitrov spoke. Because he didn't know how to cut into it, he seemed jerky and abrupt, and spoke without any clue.
The scene of the hot pot that was boiling in Gawain's mind temporarily disappeared. He blinked and turned to look at his friend without hiding his confusion:
she?
Which her?
What did you say?
Is this some kind of guessing game? If so, at least there should be some more clues.
"I told her, 'I love you'..."
……I see!
Gawain suddenly realized, but the question mark immediately appeared again, "But, I thought you said it every day, once in the morning, once to say goodbye, once at dinner, and once before going to bed."
Dimitrov was amused by Gawain's teasing tone, but this time, the corners of his mouth just raised and then dropped immediately, "It's the serious kind."
"I really love her, very much, and I want to get married to her and spend the rest of my life with her."
Gawain was a little surprised:
So, is this a confession similar to a proposal?
Dimitrov noticed Gawain's eyes, showed a wry smile, and nodded slightly in agreement.
When he spoke again, even Dimitrov himself didn't realize it, and his voice softened involuntarily.
"But, she said, she felt that I loved her so much that it seemed to transcend tennis that neither of us could focus on the game."
"She thinks we are still young now and should focus more on our careers."
