The Gawain in front of him was obviously dripping with sweat, 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 he had just finished warming up and would have no problem continuing to run for another three hours.
Those bright eyes seemed to be saying:
Before the game, all the tactical points were revealed honestly. This was no longer a test focus, but a direct display of trump cards. However, the game was still won so easily.
Grass!
Kyrgios' brain got hot and he raised his racket high. He subconsciously wanted to smash it, but his movements froze.
Why, seems familiar?
The first set ended with a smash.
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 and so pathetic, so pathetic and so ridiculous.
As a result, his movements froze in mid-air, and he was in a dilemma.
For a moment, I was struggling with whether I should restrain myself because of that guy's gaze; for a moment, I was 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 minutes" to "five innings", what exactly happened during this period? Why did he fail to shorten the gap, but instead the gap grew wider?
How did things develop to this point? He didn't even dare to look that guy in the eyes, wishing he could just disappear from the scene.
Anger, shame, shame, frustration, irritability.
The blood rushed towards the heart in an instant, almost exploding.
Ahhhh!
Grass!
After hesitating and hesitating, Kyrgios finally did not hit him:
He's 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! I 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.
Walk forward with your head held high and your chest held high.
Kyrgios strode toward 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 thin 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 about to touch Gawain's hand, then turn around and leave.
but.
Just when his 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 so close to 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 at a glance he saw Gawain's sincere smile. There was no ridicule, no ridicule, only sincerity, but it was this sincerity that made him more and more Seemingly hateful, 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, it might be a bit different."
One sentence, just such a sentence, the highest level of swearing can be interpreted by strength. 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 out loud, 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 aura from the inside out, attacking his face with 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 stuck.
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?"
Normally, Kyrgios might have exploded, but at this moment he was looking at Gawain blankly, and you could clearly see the anger in his eyes 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 sides 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’ madness runs throughout the whole process, and no one can guarantee that. What would they do to Gawain.
Nellie needs to take control.
Gawain did not 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. He 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 so 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 at all.
Then, Gawain returned to the venue.
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