Match Point

Chapter 1065: Insatiable

Chapter 1066

"Feel sorry!"

Gao Wen raised his voice and spoke again, stopping the emotional Dimitrov.

Apparently, recently, Dimitrov's pressure has exploded, and his mood swings are obvious, and he can't control it; otherwise, how could Dimitrov, who is always polite and polite, explode like a firecracker?

Gao Wen didn't want to cause trouble.

It was just a small matter, if you keep entangled, the small matter will become a big matter, and then it will get out of hand.

With one step forward, Gawain and Dimitrov stood side by side, opened their mouths, apologized again, and interrupted the tense atmosphere that was heating up instantly.

"Gawain!" Dimitrov yelled.

Zverev Jr. was also young and energetic, and his anger was on the rise. During this period of time, his suppressed and suppressed emotions burst, and he rushed out regardless of his words.

"What? Is an apology enough? Or are you going to do it directly?"

boom!

With one angry word, the atmosphere that hadn't completely calmed down was ignited immediately.

"Sasha!" Misha Zverev, who was standing beside him, scolded and grabbed his brother.

"Grigor!" Gawain also misplaced, blocking Dimitrov with his shoulder.

between lightning and flint—

Gao Wen didn't wait for the atmosphere to calm down, and yelled at Zverev Jr.

"Is an apology not enough?"

"Why, is your girlfriend in love with me, or is your sister confessing that she is going to marry me? If you wish to enter the boxing ring, I will accompany you at any time."

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

Crackling.

Strong wind and showers.

In just a few words, Gawain grasped the key point of the matter and strangled the young Zverev's throat. Then he could see the young man's cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open, and his fists clenched tightly. Looks like a boxer ready to go.

However, Gawain did not flinch.

Not only did he not, but he continued to press forward step by step, and his clear face also showed a murderous look, firmly locked on the little Zverev, and his word after word turned into a sharp blade, pressing on step by step.

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

"Or, let me let you really understand what bullying is. Let's test and see how many privileges high-ranking players can have."

The eyes condensed substantial power, and slammed at little Zverev fiercely and heavily, hitting his chest like a heavy hammer.

A boring.

Little Zverev was almost out of breath, stammering at Gawain, all the hairs on his back stood on end.

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

The air, staring slightly, seems to be able to clearly see the smoke filled, almost burning, and the players coming and going have also stopped.

Daniel Medvedev, who had just finished training, happened to see this scene in front of him, and then began to watch the show with relish.

Good show!

Originally, Medvedev was also on the side of Zverev Jr., because they were all on the same front, and they could only look up to high-ranked players.

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

However, looking at Gao Wen who directly put the threat on the table, and turned the conspiracy into a conspiracy with a few words, the whole atmosphere was different.

Medvedev couldn't help showing admiring eyes, such a Gao Wen is a man!

really!

Gao Wen was the same as the rumors said, he was obviously not a doll who could be manipulated, and the way he treated reporters at the press conference was not a person carefully planned by his manager.

Interesting.

Medvedev felt he needed a bag of crisps and a bottle of Coke.

The sword is tense, the air is stagnant, almost suffocating.

Misha Zverev, also known as Big Zverev, is also a professional tennis player, and he is a relatively rare serve-and-volley player in the current tour, inheriting the mantle of Sampras—

At least try to inherit.

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

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

"Sasha!"

Big Zverev yelled again, and then looked at Sampras apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't know what's going on, this matter is our fault, Mr. Sampras, we really have no other special meaning."

"Misha!" Little Zverev struggled a bit, and gave his brother a hard look. He wanted to say something, but when he saw the murderous Gawain from the corner of his eyes, all the thoughts in his mind were messed up. .

So, how are things going now?

Who should apologize? How should they end up? Obviously they were justified, why are they being unreasonable now? Is there really nothing wrong with Gao Wen talking like that?

The jumble of thoughts is almost knotted.

The little Zverev was very depressed, he threw away his brother, and then carried the equipment bag, striding forward, whizzing past like a tornado.

Big Zverev looked at the back of his younger brother leaving with a helpless expression on his face. From childhood to adulthood, his younger brother was almost omnipotent. He could get whatever he wanted. It is easy to lose control, but it was only in private before, and rarely in front of outsiders.

"Feel sorry."

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

"Really sorry."

After finishing speaking, Big Zverev trotted all the way to catch up.

Medvedev let out a disappointed sigh, "Oh."

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

The voice was not too loud, so that Gao Wen and the others could also hear it—

Wind sound, UU reading www.uukanshu.com conduction performance is very good.

Gao Wen turned his head to look over, and then saw the disappointed expression of not being able to eat the melon, what's the matter with being a little happy?

"Hello." Medvedev didn't care at all. He met Gao Wen's gaze and greeted him in Chinese, "Good morning."

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

When they were teenagers, Medvedev and Zhang Zhizhen, a Chinese player born in 1996, trained together in France. The two spent countless years side by side, and they also played doubles matches in the hope match many times. continued.

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

Medvedev mumbled again in Russian, which no one could understand, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be saying, "It seems that Chinese has not been forgotten."

While muttering, he strode forward, staggered past Gao Wen and his party, and left the training ground, leaving behind only a shadow of his back.

I don't know why, Gao Wen watched this scene, and the image of "Journey to the West" appeared in his mind, two...Second Senior Brother?

(end of this chapter)