stare!

Pospihir himself didn't realize that just now he was trying to avoid the handshake, but now he couldn't move and stopped again.

Question marks overflowed, stuffing his head so full that it was about to explode, but he still couldn't understand Gawain.

Gawain sensed the scorching gaze, and looked over, and saw Bospisil's scrutinizing and probing eyes.

When shaking hands in front of him, Bospisil was avoiding Gawain's eyes. Fear and panic gripped his heart tightly, so he didn't see it until now.

Clear eyes, frank and direct, calm and bright, there is no need to hide anything, and the dignified posture welcomes all scrutiny and prying eyes.

However, all the ghostly thoughts were exposed, and Bospisir was overwhelmed by shame in an instant, and he averted his eyes in a panic.

Pospisil couldn't stay any longer, hurried forward, shook hands with the referee, lowered his head, and walked straight to the players' rest area.

Sok is simply inexplicable.

Glancing at Bospisil's back, Sok didn't rush to follow, but stayed for a while, showing a smile to Gawain.

"I knew, I just stopped using the gun target skill, and I feel like I'm at a disadvantage."

Gun target skills?

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses and laughed out loud, "Next time we meet, you can try again, maybe it will work the second time?"

Sock tilted his head and thought about it seriously, "I feel like you are cheating Little Red Riding Hood's big bad wolf, this uncle, thank you, I don't eat lollipops."

Gao Wen raised his hands with an innocent face, "I'm wronged, I'm such a pure and kind person." The subject changed, "So, my little friend, how about ice cream?"

"If it's strawberry flavored, I'll consider it." Sock gave the answer solemnly and lightly.

Dimitrov, who was standing by the side, shook his head again and again, he couldn't stand it, really couldn't stand it—

Suoke, with a beard, looks more like an uncle, although he is not very old.

Gao Wen, Asians look young, and he looks even more like a baby face.

The results of it?

Who says who is an uncle, who says who is a child?

Come and go.

Gawain and Sock both saw Dimitrov's rolling eyes, exchanged glances, and then both laughed.

Ha ha!

Immediately afterwards, Dimitrov couldn't hold back, and laughed heartily.

I feel very happy.

Then-

shake hands.

turn around.

Go forward separately.

On that side, Sock returned to the players' rest area and went to comfort Pospihir, who was depressed, but this was the final, they couldn't leave immediately, and there was an awards ceremony, so they needed to continue waiting here to witness their opponents celebrating their victory At the moment, it is indeed cruel.

On this side, Gawain and Dimitrov returned to the court, basking in the applause of the audience, enjoying their moment.

Clap clap!

Clap clap!

Applause swarmed from all directions, the audience surged, and the heat wave rolled, especially when the champion returned to the arena, it reached a new peak. I deeply felt the enthusiasm of the audience and greeted the audience in the most direct and simplest way. Come to the carnival and draw an end to this final. ....

Both Gawain and Dimitrov raised their hands and also responded with applause and a smile, thanking the audience for their support in this way.

"Gao Wen, I love you!"

"Grigor, win beautiful!"

Shouts erupted amid the turbulence of the audience, and the audience's shouts could be faintly heard coming from different corners, releasing energy.

Words are not so special, but you can deeply feel the enthusiasm and sincerity hidden in them, pressing heavily on your chest, arousing shallow

The warm current made the smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth completely bloom.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the audience, and then someone shouted——

"Grigor."

One sound. Say it again.

In a blink of an eye, the shouts were connected together like this, sweeping across the audience mighty and mightily, evolving into a brand new wave of voices.

Gawain didn't know why, so he turned around and saw Dimitrov squatting down.

He lowered his head slightly, covered his eyes with his right hand, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Gao Wen knew what happened without asking.

For Dimitrov, the 2015 season so far has been full of ups and downs and sufferings. He has been unable to find his status, and the pressure is almost swallowing him up.

Perhaps, some people will say that Raonic is suffering from injuries, and that is the real difficulty. Dimitrov is healthy, so what is there to struggle for?

But competitive sports is such a thing, every player is fighting with himself, sometimes, it's physical, they need to seek medical help; sometimes, it's psychological, those pressures, those emotions Difficulty has become an invisible bondage.

Pain does not exist only when it can be seen, nor is it serious only when the body can feel it.

In the eyes of the audience, they saw the players win, saw the players fail, saw the players smash, and saw the players lose control. They didn't understand what happened at all, and then they made judgments from the sidelines. As if things were as simple as eating and drinking water.

In fact, every player has his own dilemma, his own life, his own constraints to face, and competitive sports have never been so easy.

After several months of ups and downs and stumbles, Dimitrov still couldn't shake off the shackles, especially without injuries, but his state was still terrible, which made him even more disappointed in himself.

Until today.

A championship trophy, even if it is a doubles championship, but a victory is still a victory. A solid victory regains the confidence that has been missing for a long time.

What's more, this is Monte Carlo, Dimitrov's residence, which is considered half of the home field, and the championship here is even more special.

Dimitrov thought he wouldn't care too much. After winning the match point, he remained calm and his emotions didn't fluctuate in any way. However, the audience began to shout his name. At that moment, there was an indescribable The taste surged up like this, breaking the embankment in an instant.

Some embarrassment.

Dimitrov crouched down involuntarily, hiding his panic, he hadn't expected such a moment at all.

Gao Wen could understand, he couldn't help but think of how it felt when he won a second chance three years ago, and then stood on the court to complete his first official match.

complex.

Words can't describe one thousandth of it, whether it's happiness or sadness, sweetness or bitterness, all kinds of tastes can easily defeat the defense line.

Gawain did not step forward to comfort Dimitrov, but raised his hands, calling on all the audience to join him—

"Grigor! Clap!"

"Grigor! Clap!"

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It's such a simple movement, but it gathers energy little by little, and finally bursts out with unbelievable brilliance, filling the audience mightily.

Shouting and shouting, the smile on the corner of the mouth rises, as if with wings inserted, standing on tiptoe, you can fly.

Dimitrov couldn't believe his ears, raised his head, and then saw Gawain who was calling for the audience to shout. He was moved and embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say, he just stood up in a hurry and stood helplessly. In the same place, looking at the seething hustle and bustle in front of him.

Deeply, so deeply watching. .

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