Chapter 1205 Paradise Vacation

Since the US Open appeared in the public eye last year, Tim is going through a long trough, which is actually very similar to Gao Wen's situation:

The oncoming pressure, rising expectations, and the impact of competitors are also the stages that every young player must go through after taking the lead; but for most young players, they do not have enough experience and wisdom to keep a clear head. It is often easy to fall into struggle.

This is true of Gao Wen, and other young players are no exception.

After the start of the new season, Raonic, Dimitrov, Kei Nishikori and others have been on the cusp, and the media will never let them go easily.

Actually, Tim was the same, struggling—

Auckland, the Australian Open, and Doha were all eliminated in the first round; Rotterdam won one game and Marseille won two games. The season record before the Sunshine Double was three wins and five losses.

Then, Indian Wells was eliminated in the first round again; Miami, finally found some form, won four games in a row, but lost to Murray in the end.

Originally, Tim was ready to go to Casablanca to adapt to the clay court in advance, but because Miami regained his confidence, he did not feel tired to participate.

For various reasons, although Tim is no longer unknown, if he has fans, it is still too early, so he is not used to it.

But at this time—

"Dome! Dom! Dom!"

Gawain was like an enthusiastic cheerleader, cheering for Tim, and Tim was really uncomfortable with his frightened appearance.

Tim was helpless, and wiped his sweat with his wristband, but he didn't know how to stop Gawain, so he just greeted Gawain a little cautiously.

"Hey, Gawain."

Dimitrov was a little bit too late before noticing Gawain's appearance. He raised his arms high and yelled bluffingly, with a vivid expression on his face.

"Sunshine Double Crown! Sunshine Double Crown! Sunshine Double Crown!"

On the side, Tim breathed a sigh of relief, his predicament was finally resolved, but he did not join the ranks of Dimitrov's booing. Instead, he was a little jerky, looking at Gawain worriedly, but he didn't know how Gawain would deal with it Such an embarrassing scene?

Gao Wen himself is a master of pranks, so how could he be embarrassed?

Not only was there no embarrassment, but he also showed a smile, faced the four directions, waved his hands, and even deliberately put his left hand on his waist, with the palm facing up, and lifted it up slightly, making a gesture of cheering and screaming, as if he was dissatisfied with the situation in front of him. The cheers were so weak it was like a parade of champions.

That calm appearance immediately made Tim laugh.

Dimitrov didn't mind either, and his smile rose, and his complaints could be heard from a distance, "This guy really doesn't give an inch."

No matter what he complained about, he still trotted all the way to the net, raised his right hand high, and gave Gao Wen a high-five, and the training paused for a while.

"How is it, how is the clay court preparation?"

On the other side, Tim stood where he was, at a loss—how could the training match be interrupted? Even though it was a training match, it couldn't be suspended casually.

One point over, and then Dimitrov just left him here?

but!

Hearing Dimitrov's inquiry, Tim couldn't help becoming curious, and ran over in a series of small steps, without hiding his curiosity at all.

Among the current players, Tim has always admired and admired Nadal very much. Part of the reason is that Nadal is indeed the highest goal of clay court players, and Tim grew up on clay court since he was a child; more of the reason is Nadal's game Attitude, tenacious enough and tough enough.

Gao Wen went to Mallorca to train with Nadal, not only the media and fans, but players like them also inevitably paid attention.

"Wait, what about your training?" Gao Wen couldn't be fooled, so he complained back.

"Why is training important now? Of course gossip is more important." Dimitrov was smiling all over his face, and he could see his good mood bathed in the sun.

After Miami's disastrous exit last week, Dimitrov and Sharapova finally found a chance to sit down again and talk to each other.

In fact, as Gao Wen guessed, they still love each other deeply. It is not because there is a third party, or the relationship has lost enthusiasm. It is because their emotions are still strong, so that their plans for work and future appear The differences led to a cold war.

After their careers hit bottom, the two re-examined each other, ended the cooling-off period, and held each other's hand again.

When Gawain was still in Mallorca, Dimitrov couldn't help but send a text message to Gawain, eager to announce the good news.

No need for voice or expression, you can feel Dimitrov's happiness and joy from the words, without the haze of a downturn at all.

Until today, when the two friends finally met, they could see the sunshine radiating from Dimitrov at a glance, which could not be concealed.

Gawain looked at Dimitrov seriously, "Grigor, otherwise, would you consider changing your career? For example, paparazzi or something?"

Dimitrov thought that Gawain was going to say something, and he was focused, but Gawain put him in a position, and he was stunned in place with a silly face.

"Haha." Tim couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing directly.

Then, Tim saw Dimitrov squinting his eyes, flashing a threatening light, he waved his hands again and again, trying to restrain his smile, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise. Hiding his emotions, his eyes are full of smiles.

Dimitrov was a joker, shaking his head at Tim with a sad look on his face, "Domi, do you think so too?"

Tim was speechless, waving his hands and shaking his head, looking at Dimitrov and then at Gawain, trying to defend himself with a flustered expression.

But obviously, Tim's articulation is not as sharp as the two, and he couldn't think of a better way to respond for a while, and his words couldn't help hesitating.

"Grigor."

"Grigor!"

"This week~lightnovelpub.net~ You still owe me a favor. My doubles partner was given to you, so I missed the doubles, so you can't attack me."

"It's a gentleman's agreement."

Dimitrov's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears, "Domi, I didn't expect you to be such a Domi, obviously you don't need doubles, okay?"

"I'm the one who needs help adjusting. How can you say that about me? Oh, my heart is breaking."

"Did you hear that? The sound of my heart breaking?"

Dimitrov was in a good mood, and it was rare for him to play tricks. The downturn and gloom of the past three months were swept away, and the world brightened up again.

Tim, an honest man, was completely at a loss. He stared at Dimitrov dumbfounded, and then turned his head to Gawain for help.

The sunshine of the Mediterranean is pouring down uninterruptedly, wandering in the eyes full of green and blue, and the smile is lightly stirring in the chest, welcoming the clay court season that has kicked off with a positive and optimistic attitude. Outside of the game, life It also bloomed brilliantly together.

It's like heaven.

(end of this chapter)