594 Ivory Tower

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"Game, high, '6:4', '6:4'..."

The referee's voice announcing the score echoed over Court No. 2, announcing the end of the game. Gao Wen successfully defeated Johnson and advanced to the third round, quietly waiting for the winner between Nadal and Fey Lopez.

Amid the roar of applause from the audience, Gao Wen jogged all the way to the front of the net, waiting for Johnson to arrive to complete the friendly handshake after the game.

You can see it from a distance. Johnson stood there and shook his head slightly, showing a trace of regret. Johnson, with a big beard, wearing a blue jersey and a blue hat, looked like "Super Mario" from a distance. Like Luigi, the plumber’s brother in the game, it has its own comic effect.

A bit of joy.

While he was thinking wildly, Johnson had already arrived in front of him. Gawain suppressed the smile on his lips, took the lead in extending his right hand, and said a few polite words to Johnson.

The extended extra-game of "Los Angeles City Derby" was not as tense and sparkling as imagined. Both people showed their adult rationality.

However, after shaking hands in a friendly manner to express politeness, Gawain took a step back and signaled Johnson to shake hands with the referee first, and then leave first——

This is a ritual that is not considered a ritual.

In addition to showing chivalry, because the losing team usually leaves the stadium first, they need to speed up packing their luggage and equipment, so giving in at this time can be regarded as buying them some time.

Johnson did not refuse. He took a step forward and shook hands with the referee. Then at this moment, when he was about to leave, he turned around in a small half circle and came back, blocking him between Gawain and the referee.

The referee's heart thumped:

Did Johnson fail to suppress his temper and prepare to get angry after all? Is there still no way to improve the Los Angeles city derby after all?

What if Johnson suddenly punches Gawain? What if it affects you? Does he need to assume a boxing defensive stance?

Disturbing thoughts rushed to his mind, and before they had time to ferment, Johnson spoke.

"Why."

"Why haven't you made a fist to celebrate today?"

Gawain:......

referee:……

Gawain didn't think much about it. When he saw Johnson's face coming back, he didn't put on a defensive posture, but gave him a questioning look. He thought Johnson had some trash talk.

result……

That's it?

"You want me to pump my fist in celebration and then we have a momentum fight or something? Like in college?"

A smile appeared in Gawain's eyes, showing a brisk light, and then he explained.

"I'm just thinking. You know, my brain is constantly running. I need to spend time thinking about the game. I need to stay focused, otherwise the result of the game may be different."

There was a hint of clarity in Johnson's eyes, he rubbed his hair that was flattened by the hat and soaked with sweat, and explained to himself.

"I thought it was because you felt I didn't bring enough pressure. If so, I would have to review myself. I thought today's game would be more intense."

The Johnson in front of him was somewhat different from what Gawain had imagined.

In my impression, geniuses are more like Kyrgios, who are arrogant and uninhibited, and are arrogant because of their extraordinary talents. Even though Johnson is not a genius in the traditional sense, his brilliant achievements in the NCAA are truly left in the annals of history. A sum of money, he has the capital to be proud of.

If you lose, you will be furious, angry, and even angry at others——

At least, that's the case for Kyrgios.

But Johnson didn't have it. He didn't have the wantonness and publicity of a proud man at all. The faces of Thompson and Gillon could not help but appear in Gawain's mind:

Entering society from college is a different world. They all need to face reality and grow up quickly. No wonder people always compare schools to ivory towers.

Thoughts flashed by, and Gawain immediately smiled at Johnson.

"Ah, sorry."

"You should say this at the derby in our city. You will definitely win a round of applause and cheers."

City derby?

If such a statement was made in the same city derby, Bruins fans would dance and cheer; but Trojans fans would probably put on a live fireworks show that exploded on the spot, and the scene would be lively.

A big smile appeared on Johnson's honest and honest uncle's face.

"Actually, I am praying devoutly that no alumni will watch this game, but considering this is the Masters, the hope is slim, so I'd better leave the scene quickly."

"Don't worry, even if it is the Masters, not many people may pay attention to it. The first thing I learned after leaving school is that we are not as important as we think."

Faced with Johnson's teasing, Gawain also made some self-deprecating remarks. After speaking, he spread his hands with an innocent face. The calm look on his face made Johnson feel relaxed immediately, and he couldn't help but look at Gao Wen more. Wen Liangyan.

If they weren't mortal enemies in the same city, Johnson was willing to admit that this guy was a bit interesting, but... there was no if.

So, Johnson just showed a smile, gently nodded to Gawain, and said one more sentence, "Wonderful game." You can see that Gawain also raised his chin and said the same sentence in response, and then he He turned around and left.

Watching Johnson's leaving figure, Gawain couldn't help but think:

One day in the future, maybe he will meet Thompson or Geelong on the court, as well as McDonald and other friends in the college arena. He looks forward to this day coming soon.

Because this also means that after they left the ivory tower, they met again in the professional arena. Regardless of their performance, at least they chose to continue chasing their dreams, reunite in another way, and then continue to compete with each other on the road to their dreams. Run wildly and prove with practical actions:

Life is not only tea, rice, oil and salt, but also dreams, passion, and much more.

Looking away, Gawain saw the referee leaning back slightly with a strange expression on his face, and raising his right leg slightly toward his chest in a weird posture, as if curled up into a ball to protect himself, preparing to use his right leg and hands. Blocks attacks in general.

attack?

But who would attack the referee? Once it happens, the result may be a three-piece ban and fine, and absolutely no one will dare to challenge the association's bottom line.

Gawain looked at the referee with question marks on his head, stretched out his right hand, shook it politely, then walked to the center of the court and waved to everyone.

However, today's post-game celebration was a little shorter, and Gao Wen did not have time to sign autographs and take photos for the fans, because there was still a doubles match waiting for him. Next, he needed to conduct simple recovery training, then relax his muscles and wait for the second game. He still has a lot to keep busy with.

In the players' lounge, players gathered in twos and threes, watching the broadcast on the TV screen. No one spoke, and they all focused on the game:

Thiem is playing against Djokovic.