"call……"
After looking at the schedule and confirming that he would enter Rod Laver Arena in the first round, a stone finally fell to the ground, and now he can prepare for the game with peace of mind.
Zhang Ze took a long breath, then clenched his fists heavily to cheer himself up.
Although facing Hewitt at Melbourne Park will undoubtedly be a tough challenge, he is ready -
Training, what he urgently needs now is training.
Without pausing, Zhang Ze rushed to the signing area in the players' dugout and signed his name.
This check-in area is not for confirming reports, but for finding training partners.
Grand Slam tournaments, in addition to the top 30 superstars in the world, also gather backbone players from around 50 to 300 in the world.
Perhaps they are not the favorites to win the Tour Championship, but they are the most important part of the professional arena, equivalent to the blue-collar class.
Some of these players can soar to the sky and usher in their own breakthroughs; but most of them cannot and stick to one job like workers.
It is precisely because of this that there are no longer a few lone players coming to the Grand Slam.
The so-called "lonely" means that on the one hand they do not have the support of a large coaching team, and on the other hand they cannot find a fixed sparring partner.
The check-in office is responsible for playing such a role——
Players only need to sign their names at the sign-in area to indicate that they are looking for a training partner, and then wait patiently. Other players who are alone will sign their names at the corresponding places and then go to the training ground to train together.
Occasionally, there are times when the waiting time is not available, so training cannot take place, but such cases are rare. Most of the time, lone players can be found.
In the past two years, Zhang Ze came to Melbourne with Wu Di to compete, so he is not worried about his training partner.
But this year Wu Di was absent due to injury, and in the end only Zhang Ze came alone.
A bit lonely.
Especially when I arrived at the training ground alone, looking at the empty stadium and the setting sun, my feeling of loneliness became even more intense.
In fact, tennis is a very lonely sport.
When they stand on the court, they only have themselves, and everything must rely on themselves. This is a war between themselves and their opponents, and it is also a war between themselves and themselves, even more than a 100-meter race or boxing. It was even more lonely because their opponents stood on the other side of the court, completely invisible.
From the first zone to the second zone and then to the first zone, from the left end of the baseline to the right end and then to the left end, they just ran by themselves, back and forth, as if they were the only one on the court at Nottingham University.
The setting sun is burning in the sky, and the breeze is blowing.
Looking at the empty stadium in front of him, Zhang Ze couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Sometimes, he couldn't help but doubt himself:
Choosing tennis and choosing a career, is this the right path?
He doesn't seem to have that outstanding talent, and it seems that he can't reach the top ranks despite all his efforts. He is the only one running on the court for a vague goal that even he doesn't believe in, fighting hard to touch that unreachable dream, but... Never able to close the distance.
Just... getting further and further away.
In a daze, confusion began to overwhelm him. What was he fighting for and what was he running for? The enthusiasm of his youth seemed to have burned out.
Looking left and right, I couldn't see my friends or the target. I ran aimlessly and seemed to never find the direction, let alone the target.
The hustle and bustle of Melbourne Park belongs to Rod Laver Arena and Margaret Court Arena. The scorching heat of the training ground has slowly cooled down with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the peacock blue night has slowly faded. After landing, the whole world seemed so empty that no one else could be seen.
Those brilliance do not belong to him after all.
There were a total of eleven people from the Chinese women's team, including the players participating in the qualifying round. This time, it was bustling, chattering, and extremely lively.
But here in the men’s team…
I don’t think about it anymore.
Zhang Ze shook his head and took a deep breath.
call.
The air still retained the heat that had not completely dissipated, mixed with a bit of the coolness of the evening, and penetrated into his lungs. He couldn't help but shudder, but the disturbing thoughts in his mind settled down and he regained his focus. force.
Then, he stood up directly.
He can't just sit here and wait. Serving training, footwork training, movement training, etc., some basic training can be practiced.
He was already too far behind. He had no time to grieve or stop. He had to seize every opportunity and run with all his strength.
Huchihuchi.
After panting, sweating, and dedicating yourself to training, your mind is cleared of all distracting thoughts, and everything becomes simpler.
Kick off the ground and exert force.
Brake, control.
Running and moving has evolved into a habit, reawakening muscle memory to stay focused and give it your all.
Hula la...
Time passed quietly, without noticing how long it had passed. The sound of rustling words came from the distance, which made Zhang Ze stop his movements. Could it be that his training partner had arrived?
But I don’t know who it is, because the way to find a partner is random, so it’s like opening a blind box. It’s inevitable to be a little excited before the answer is about to be revealed.
In the past few days, Zhang Ze has trained with several players who were shortlisted for the men's singles, but overall, the training intensity can still be mentioned.
So, should he take the initiative to say hello? Be more enthusiastic?
Or not to scare the other person?
Or should he continue to pretend to train on his own? More natural?
Just as he was hesitating, two figures could be seen at the entrance of the training ground, chatting happily, their voices getting closer and closer.
Zhang Ze hadn't made a decision yet, and in the next second he could already see the figure gradually becoming clearer.
"Hey, good afternoon..."
As a habit, Zhang Ze chose to say hello politely, but just after saying half a sentence, his voice got stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe his eyes.
stunned.
But before the exclamation could come out, he hurriedly swallowed and changed his words, trying to cover up his panic, and ended up choking on his own saliva.
Ahem.
Ahem!
"Hey, you okay?"
"Ah...what's wrong? Are you having trouble breathing? Or something else?"
"Martin, water! Give me water."
The first sentence is in English.
The second sentence is in Chinese, obviously realizing that English is not needed at this moment.
The third sentence is in English again.
Zhang Ze was speechless. The more he coughed, the more ashamed he became. The more ashamed he became, the more he coughed. It was like a vicious cycle that could never be escaped. It was simply hell. The only thought in his mind now was to disappear from the scene, but think about it. , and seemed a little reluctant to let go, and felt very conflicted.
He was dizzy and disoriented, but Zhang Ze still didn't understand how everything in front of him happened.
Gawain?
Why does Gawain appear here?
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