Text 274 Sweeping Thousands of Armies

Ahhh!

The body has been stretched to the extreme, but at the last moment, instead of bursting out with all its strength, it used the strength of the forearm and wrist to pull the belt, and then the feet showed a posture of splitting, barely using the racket to support the ground to control the balance, and stared intently. Watch the trajectory of the tennis ball.

Time and space froze in an instant, as if the whole world slowed down hundreds of times and thousands of times, and you could even see the blooming appearance after the sun hit the tennis ball. The golden halo was as gorgeous as fireworks, and outlined a trail in the air. The thrilling streamline rushed out mightily.

Fly, fall, land, bounce.

In the next second, the line referee made an in-bounds gesture of putting his hands together, and then his heart exploded.

Won!

Supporting the racket with both hands, lifting the center of gravity, the whole person jumped up high, the power erupting from the depths of the dantian was released mightily, the right hand was clenched into a fist and shot up into the sky, roaring and roaring broke through the shackles of the throat, and the passion was surging released all.

Roar!

Ho **** ho!

The right fist was raised high until the gravity pulled the body down quickly, and the feet felt the ground reaction force surging like waves again, but the right hand still did not put down, but turned around smoothly and smoothly. I found my friends in the turbulent crowd.

MacDonald was screaming, Geelong was screaming, even Tobias was screaming.

The index finger of the right hand stands straight up.

It is the first and only, this is the first official competition championship in his career, and the content is even higher than the ncaa national championship!

Before coming to Binghamton, Gao Wen did not set any goals for this tournament. He was not humble but realistic. After all, he still lacked competition experience, and his own strength was also on the rise. He had just entered the professional stage after the National Championship. , should still need more polishing.

Exercise yourself.

This is the task that Gao Wen set for himself, so every game is like this, Gao Wen is constantly polishing himself, seizing every opportunity, staying on the court as much as possible, forming a confrontation as much as possible, every point he wins All of them can be transformed into experience, and every victory means that you can win more opportunities to practice and fight.

One step, another step.

In this way, he persisted until the end.

champion.

He won his first challenge championship, even if he just imagined it, a smile could not help but bloom on the corner of his mouth, and happiness filled his chest.

He did it, he really did it!

But more importantly, he believes that he has more possibilities. He believes that this is just the beginning, and there are more challenges, more victories and more unknowns waiting in the future.

Dreams become real like never before.

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

The audience applauded thunderously!

Some people guessed the ending, but no one guessed the process. Even the most daring, wildest and craziest conjectures, they didn't expect this duel to be so...failed.

"6:2", "6:0".

A strong sweep, a complete victory.

Who would have expected that the match of "Top Seed vs Nobody" would end up in such a situation?

The entire audience was exchanging glances, the eyes of disbelief and praise were intertwined, and the residents of Binghamton should not be able to forget such a focus for a long, long time to come.

I'm afraid even the reporter who didn't intend to raise the question at the time didn't expect that Gao Wen actually defeated the young Zverev!

Actually!

Not to mention the little Zverev himself?

By the way, little Zverev.

After raising his arms and shouting wantonly to celebrate, Gao Wen finally realized that "the game is not over yet", to be precise, the post-match handshake and greeting session is not over yet.

Gawain turned around, and he could see the dejected little Zverev standing in front of the net at a glance. He trotted forward to meet him.

Then I noticed that the racket in Zverev's hand was distorted again. It seemed that he had vented his passion just after the last point. The poor racket seemed to have been completely scrapped, clearly showing the master's anger.

"exciting competition."

Gawain extended his right hand in a friendly manner and smiled at little Zverev.

It fell into the eyes of little Zverev, but it was so dazzling——

He lost.

Hehe, he actually lost.

Not only did he lose to a nobody worth mentioning, but he also collapsed to his opponent in such a disgraceful, shameful and shameful way.

How can it be? How could this be?

Seeing the numbers on the scoreboard out of the corner of his eye, his chest almost exploded, and then seeing Gao Wen's smile, as if he was laughing at his own stupidity, the string in his mind snapped.

The remaining bit of rationality restrained him from directly smashing the smiling face with his fist. He reluctantly patted Gao Wen's right hand. There was no greeting, conversation or hug. The referee's right hand said "handshake", and immediately left quickly.

He needs to get out of here, he needs to get out of the spotlight, he needs to clean up his pride and self-esteem.

He needs quiet.

In a hurry, Zverev Jr. packed his bags and prepared to leave, but the tournament director appeared to stop Zverev Jr.—

And the awards ceremony.

The champion needs to receive the championship trophy~lightnovelpub.net~ and the runner-up also needs to receive the runner-up trophy, whether you like it or not, this is the rule of all professional competition systems.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zverev Jr. turned black, and almost pointed at the competition director's nose and yelled directly.

Gawain and the referee were slightly surprised to see the back of Zverev who fled in a hurry but was stopped. They exchanged glances, and both of them smiled politely. Although there was no dialogue, there was an invisible It also seems to be able to feel a tacit understanding.

Fortunately, the competition director is also a smart person. He realized that Zverev Jr. is a volcano that may erupt at any time, so he politely suggested.

"You can go to the bathroom and get dressed before you go to the awards ceremony."

Zverev Jr. found the steps, left the field in a hurry, and when he waited to reappear, he seemed to have finally regained some sanity, but his face was still black from the beginning to the end, and he exuded the aura of "don't get close to strangers" all over his body , and had no intention of pretending to be friends with Gao Wen at all.

Like a ruthless tool man, attending the awards ceremony instead of Zverev himself.

In the stands, MacDonald was slightly worried, "Is nothing wrong?"

Comparing the competitive atmosphere of the professional game with the NCAA, there is also a clear difference. The smell of gunpowder that permeated the audience did not dissipate after the game.

Tobias was very calm, "Don't worry, it won't happen. I think Gawain performed very well today, without one or two professional players from the enemy, it's not good enough."

Macdonald and Jiron both looked at Tobias with a thoughtful expression.

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