1065 Pushing the envelope

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"Feel sorry!"

Gawain spoke again, raising his voice, stopping the emotional Dimitrov.

Obviously, Dimitrov has been under extreme pressure recently, his mood swings are obvious, and he is somewhat uncontrollable; otherwise, how could Dimitrov, who is usually polite and polite, be like a firecracker, exploding at a moment's notice?

Gawain doesn't want to cause trouble.

It is just a small matter in the first place, but if you keep insisting on it, the small matter will become a big matter, and then it will get out of control.

Taking a step forward, Gawain and Dimitrov stood side by side, took the initiative to speak, and apologized again, interrupting the tense atmosphere that was heating up in an instant.

"Gawain!" Dimitrov shouted.

Young Zverev was also young and energetic, and his anger was rising. The emotions he had suppressed and repressed during this period burst out, and he rushed out regardless of his words.

"What? Is an apology enough? Or are you ready to take action directly?"

boom!

With an angry word, the atmosphere that had not completely calmed down was suddenly ignited.

"Sasha!" Mischa Zverev, who was standing nearby, scolded and grabbed his brother directly.

"Gregor!" Gawain also misplaced his position and blocked Dimitrov with his shoulder.

Between the lightning and flint——

Gawain didn't wait for the atmosphere to calm down, and scolded little Zverev.

"Isn't an apology enough?"

"What, is your girlfriend in love with me, or is your sister confessing to marrying me? If you want to step into the boxing ring, I will accompany you at any time."

"But there's no need to go on the road just because it's blocking the road."

Crackling.

Stormy weather.

In just a few words, Gawain grasped the key point of the matter and strangled little Zverev's throat. Then you can see that the young man's cheeks were red, his eyes widened with anger, and his fists were clenched. Look Stand up like a boxer ready to go.

However, Gawain did not back down.

Not only did he not, but he continued to press forward step by step. That Qingjun face also showed a trace of murderous intent, locking Zverev firmly, and every word turned into a sharp blade, pressing forward step by step.

"Either you just shut up now, go to the training ground, and continue your daily training."

"Or, I'll let you really understand what it means to bully others. Let's test and see how many privileges high-ranking players can have."

His eyes, condensing substantial strength, struck Zverev fiercely and heavily, hitting his chest like a heavy hammer.

A dull moment.

Little Zverev was almost unable to breathe. He stammered and looked at Gawain, and all the hairs on his back stood up.

At that moment, little Zverev really felt murderous intent, as if he could feel Gawain grabbing his throat.

Looking at the air slightly, it seems that you can clearly see the smoke filling the air, almost on the verge of burning, and the players coming and going have also stopped.

Daniil Medvedev, who had just finished training, happened to see this scene in front of him, and then he watched the show with relish.

What a show!

Originally, Medvedev was also on Zverev's side because they were both on the same side and could only look up to high-ranking players.

Of course, they also have many dissatisfaction and opinions, such as the schedule, the practice field arrangement, and so on, but they just have no chance to express them.

However, looking at Gawain who directly and openly put the threat on the table, turning the conspiracy into a conspiracy in a few words, the whole atmosphere was different.

Medvedev couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes, such Gao Wen is a man!

really!

As rumored, Gao Wen is obviously not a doll at the mercy of others, and his attitude towards reporters at the press conference is not a persona carefully planned by his agent.

Interesting.

Medvedev felt he needed a packet of chips and a bottle of Coke.

The swords were tense and the air was stagnant, almost suffocating.

Mischa Zverev, also known as Big Zverev, is also a professional tennis player, and he is a relatively scarce serve and net player in the current tour, inheriting the legacy of Sampras——

At least trying to inherit.

Standing in front of Sampras, Zverev was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He didn't want to leave such a bad impression in front of his idol.

He didn't know what was wrong with his brother, and why the volcano suddenly erupted. At this time, his head was full of bumps, and he pulled his brother back hard.

"Sasha!"

Zverev scolded again, and then looked at Sampras apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened. This matter is our fault, Mr. Sampras. We really have no other special meaning."

"Misha!" Little Zverev struggled for a moment and glared at his brother. He wanted to say something else, but when he saw the murderous Gawain from the corner of his eyes, all the thoughts in his mind were confused. .

So, how are things going now?

Who should apologize? How should they end up? They are obviously justified, so why are they being unreasonable now? Is it really okay for Gawain to speak like that?

The messy thoughts are almost tied into knots.

Little Zverev was very depressed. He threw away his brother, then carried his equipment bag and strode forward, whizzing by like a tornado.

The elder Zverev looked at his younger brother's leaving figure with a look of helplessness on his face. Growing up, his younger brother was almost always invincible. He got whatever he wanted. He was spoiled and couldn't stand the slightest grievance. His temper became violent even if he was slightly dissatisfied. It is easy to lose control, but in the past it was only in private and rarely in front of outsiders.

"Feel sorry."

Big Zverev can only say this, look at Sampras, and then look at Gao Wen.

"Really sorry."

After saying that, Zverev ran all the way to catch up.

Medvedev let out a disappointed sigh, "Oh."

He didn't lower his voice and said to himself, "I thought there was going to be a real fight, so I'm a little disappointed."

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, so much so that Gawain and the others heard it——

Wind sound transmission performance is very good.

Gawain turned his head and looked over, and then he saw the disappointed expression of failure. Why was he feeling a little happy?

"Hello." Medvedev didn't care at all. He took the initiative to meet Gawain's eyes and said hello in Chinese, "Good morning."

The pronunciation is a bit awkward, but it is indeed Chinese.

As teenagers, Medvedev trained with Chinese player Zhang Zhizhen, who was born in 1996, in France. The two spent countless years side by side, and they also played together in doubles matches in the Hope Games many times. They are young partners who truly share the same joys and sorrows, and their friendship has always been It continued.

Gawain didn't know this, and his reaction speed couldn't keep up, so he just replied, "Good morning."

Medvedev muttered something in Russian again. No one could understand it, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be saying, "It seems that I haven't forgotten all my Chinese."

While muttering, he took steps, staggered past Gawain and his group, walked away, and left the training ground, leaving only a shadow behind.

I don’t know why, when Gawain looked at this scene, the scene from "Journey to the West" appeared in his mind, second... second senior brother?

(End of chapter)