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Lush and tall trees extend along the spacious avenue all the way to the far end of the line of sight. The luxuriant canopy extends across and intersects above the head. The green eyes cover the cloudless blue sky, and the clear golden sunlight can only penetrate the trees. The shoots are scattered on the ground, projecting colorful and interlaced vitality.

A gust of wind blows in, rustling branches and branches sway, and through the gap, you can vaguely see the brick-red building hidden in it, and you can see a window inadvertently, and then you can see the students who are concentrating on studying in the library. The figure seems to be able to smell the fragrance of books floating in the air, and time also slows down.

The campus is always filled with a unique atmosphere, which is quietly separated from the social life, which is not rigorous but blurred. Sometimes, exploring the essence of the world is their only task, as if they can pry into the secrets of the universe and life as long as they work hard enough.

Then, they grow up and life is never the same again.

When he came back, all his energy and attention were focused on a healthy knee and a chance to chase his dreams again, so that he ignored the beauty of campus life. Instead, after ten months of playing professional tennis, he returned to the Only then did I remember how rare and precious campus time is.

It's still morning, it's still jogging, it's still going to the stadium, and nothing seems to have changed.

The hustle and bustle of New York was already two days ago.

Apart from the charity gala and the premiere, Gao Wen's daily life is still full of schedules, radio programs, magazine cover shoots, charity events, public relations, etc., one after another, the whole day is full , Even sleeping time can barely be squeezed out.

From radio stations to newspapers, from magazines to new media, there are countless bustling interviews. At the beginning, Gao Wen could remember the number of media interviews, but soon he lost the concept, and the number in his mind stayed at twenty-five. However, the number of interviews The number continues to climb—

He even gave interviews to Icelandic media.

But the question is, Iceland? Do they really care about tennis?

The busy schedule lasted for a whole week, and finally came to a temporary stop, not because the schedule was over, but because Tobias needed a little adjustment. A balance must be found between—

For professional players, field performance is still the key point.

Moreover, the sponsorship endorsements focused on Gao Wen also need to be sorted out. Tobias needs to determine Gao Wen's image and future development direction, and then finalize contracts for Gao Wen one after another. Taking a break is for the next better Set off.

In addition, there is another very important reason:

Nike's first stand-alone advertisement tailored for Gao Wen, the idea and content have been officially finalized, they will return to California, go to the desert area to complete the field shooting, and will land on the world before October at the earliest to launch a comprehensive publicity.

Therefore, Gao Wen finally ended this incredible and crazy journey in New York and returned to Los Angeles to win precious rest and adjustment time.

On the surface, nothing has changed, and the campus is still the familiar campus, but in fact, many things have changed. I jogged through it, but I didn’t realize it. A trace of reluctance in my heart slowed down my pace. Get down, open your pores, and breathe the atmosphere of the campus.

"...Gao Wen! Well done!"

"Gao Wen, look forward to the next performance!"

"Come on! Gao Wen, come on!"

"Champion! Hohohoho, champion!"

"Brown bear, come on! Brown bear!"

A group of students were on their way to class. When they saw Gao Wen's figure, they jumped up impatiently, cheering and shouting happily. Their vigorous voices stirred up the sunshine all over the ground. In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was overflowing with light. Ripples spread out.

Gao Wen followed the sound and showed a smile in response. He kept running towards the destination at a constant speed without stopping his jogging pace, and then there was a burst of howling wolves behind him, one after another, accompanied by laughter and whistles. Way to cheer for Gao Wen.

Aww... Aww!

The vigorous shouts startled a group of birds, flapping their wings and leaving the branches, and the sparse leaves whirled and fell down, and then you could hear a burst of youthful laughter, wanton and flamboyant.

See, here's the difference.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread.

The sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the training ground in the morning. After taking a deep breath, the cool and fresh air surged in, and the whole person seemed a little lighter.

But the footsteps did not stop, and went all the way, entered the building where the locker room was located, walked through the dim corridors, and found the coach's office.

Standing at the door, I adjusted my breathing a little, then knocked on the door, looked in through the frosted glass, and wondered if Coach Martin had arrived at the training ground. According to the usual habits, the coach should have to wait a little longer before coming, but—

"Please come in."

The coach's familiar voice came from inside, and Gao Wen pushed open the office door, with a smile on his face, and greeted him warmly.

"Coach, why are you so early today?"

Martin was sitting behind his desk~lightnovelpub.net~ and was busy at his desk. When he heard the voice, he raised his head unhurriedly. He could see that his face was slightly tired, but he couldn't tell the difference—

Is it because I have not woken up early in the morning, or because I am really tired recently.

At this moment, seeing that it was Gawain who came, Martin had a big smile on his cheeks, leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair and folded his arms, and said in a light tone.

"Isn't it because of you? Our team's No. 1 single player has turned professional, and all the formations for this season need to be overthrown and restarted."

Gawain was slightly taken aback, scratched his head, and laughed "hehe", "Coach, you already know."

Looking at Gao Wen who was slightly embarrassed in front of him, Martin's eyes showed a hint of relief, but his words were still teasing, "Isn't this a matter of course?"

Then, Martin stood up, walked around the desk, opened his arms to give Gawain a big hug, and patted Gawain on the back heavily.

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

"You played really well, really, really well, against Wawrinka, almost thought you were going to lose, but you kept going, the third and fourth sets were really good. , the final victory should belong to you."

"After that game, I knew that you have shown the appearance of a champion."

"Win beautiful!"

"Win beautiful..."

As he spoke, Martin's voice became slightly choked up, and the surging emotions gushed out in an instant, so that he could hardly control it. He just looked at Gao Wen in front of him with relief, and thousands of words were deep in his throat. Surging, but it just turned into a smile, then patted Gao Wen's shoulder lightly, and repeated it again.

"Win beautiful."