Chapter 595: Giant Ivory Tower

"game, high, '6:4', '6:4'..."

The voice of the referee reporting the score echoed over Court No. 2, announcing the end of the match. Gao Wen successfully defeated Johnson to advance to the third round, and quietly waited for the winner between Nadal and Faye Lopez.

Amidst the clamor and thunderous applause, Gao Wen trotted all the way to the front of the net, waiting for Johansen's arrival to complete the friendly handshake after the game.

It can be seen from a distance that Johansen stands on the spot and shakes his head gently, showing a trace of regret. Johansen with a big beard, wearing a blue jersey and a blue hat, looks like "Super Mario" from a distance Like Luigi, the younger brother of the plumber in the game, it has a comic effect.

A little joy.

While thinking wildly, Johansen came before him. Gawain restrained his smile, stretched out his right hand first, and said a few polite words to Johansen.

The extended sideline battle of the "Los Angeles City Derby" was not as tense and sparked as imagined, and both of them showed the reason of adults.

However, after a friendly handshake to show politeness, Gao Wen took half a step back, signaling Johansen to shake hands with the referee first, and then leave first—

This is an etiquette that is not etiquette.

In addition to showing the spirit of chivalry, generally speaking, the losing side will leave the court first, so they need to speed up their packing and equipment movements, so making a concession at this time can be regarded as buying them some time.

Johansen didn't refuse either. He took a step forward and shook hands with the referee. At this moment, he made a half-circle as he was about to leave and came back, blocking between Gao Wen and the referee.

The referee thumped in his heart:

Could it be that Johansen still hadn't suppressed his temper and was ready to lose his temper after all? Could it be that the Los Angeles city derby is still hopeless after all?

What if Johansen suddenly punched Gawain? What if it affects yourself? Does he need to put on a boxing defensive stance?

Troubled thoughts swarmed up, and before they had time to ferment, Johansen spoke.

"Why."

"Why haven't you clenched your fist today?"

Gao Wen: ...

referee:…

Gao Wen didn't think much about it, seeing Johansen's face going back and forth, he didn't put on a defensive stance, but cast a questioning look, he thought Johansen was talking some trash.

result…

That's it?

"You want me to make a fist and then we'll have a power fight or something? It's like college?"

A smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes, revealing a brisk light, and then explained.

"I'm just thinking. You know, the brain is working all the time, I need to spend time thinking about the game, I need to keep my focus, otherwise the result of the game may be different."

There was a hint of clarity in Johansen's eyes. He rubbed his hair that was squashed by the hat and soaked in sweat, and explained to himself.

"I thought it was because you felt that I did not bring enough pressure. If so, I would have to review myself. I thought today's game would be more intense."

The Johnson in front of him was a little different from Gao Wen's imagination.

In my impression, a genius is more like Kyrgios, proud of his talent, wild and unruly, and arrogant because of his extraordinary talent. Even though Johnson is not a genius in the traditional sense, his brilliant achievements in the NCAA are truly left in the annals of history He has the capital to be proud of.

If you lose, you should be furious, furious, and even blame others—

At least, that was the case with Kyrgios.

But Johansen didn't. He didn't have the wantonness and publicity of the proud son at all. The faces of Thompson and Geelong couldn't help appearing in Gao Wen's mind:

Entering the society from university is another world. They all need to face the reality and grow up quickly. No wonder people always compare the school to an ivory tower.

Thoughts flashed by, and Gao Wen immediately smiled at Johansen.

"Ah, sorry."

"This sentence, you should say it at the scene of our city derby, you will definitely win applause and cheers."

City derby?

If such a statement was made in the same city derby, the Bruins fans should dance and cheer; but the Trojans fans should perform a live fireworks show that exploded in place, and the scene would be lively.

A big smile appeared on Johansen's honest and honest uncle's face.

"Actually, I am praying devoutly that no alumni will watch this game, but considering that this is a masters game, I guess the hope is slim, so I'd better leave the scene quickly."

"Don't worry, even if it's the Masters, it doesn't necessarily attract so many people's attention. The first thing I learned after leaving school is that we are not as important as we thought."

Faced with Johansen's ridicule, Gao Wen also complained fiercely about himself. After speaking, he spread his hands innocently. The calm look on his face immediately made Johansen feel relieved, and he couldn't help but look at Gao Wen more. Wen has two eyes.

If they weren't city rivals, Johansen was willing to admit, this guy would be interesting, but... no ifs.

So, Johansen just showed a smile, nodded slightly to Gawain, and said one more sentence, "Wonderful game". It can be seen that Gawain raised his jaw and said the same sentence in response, and then he Just turned around and left.

Gazing at the back of Johansen leaving, Gao Wen couldn't help thinking:

One day in the future, maybe he will meet Thompson or Geelong on the court, as well as McDonald and other friends in the college arena. He looks forward to this day coming soon.

Because this also means that after they left the ivory tower, they met again in the professional arena. Regardless of their performance, at least they all chose to continue chasing their dreams, reunited in another way, and then continued to compete with each other on the road of their dreams Run wildly ~lightnovelpub.net~ Prove with practical actions:

In life, there are not only tea, rice, oil and salt, but also dreams, and blood, and there can be many, many more.

Looking back, Gao Wen saw the referee leaning back slightly with a strange expression on his face, and raised his right leg slightly towards his chest in a strange posture, as if curling up into a ball to protect himself, ready to use his right leg and hands Blocks attacks in general.

attack?

But who will attack the referee? Once it happens, the result may be a three-piece fine and suspension. Absolutely no one dares to challenge the bottom line of the association.

Gao Wen looked at the referee with question marks all over his head, stretched out his right hand, shook it politely, and then walked to the center of the court, waving to everyone.

However, today's post-match celebration was a bit shorter, and Gao Wen didn't have time to sign autographs and take photos for the fans, because there was still a doubles match waiting, and then he needed to do a simple recovery training, then relax his muscles, and wait for the second match. He still has a lot to do.

In the player lounge, players in twos and threes gathered together, watching the broadcast on the TV screen, no one spoke, and all focused on the game:

Thiem is playing against Djokovic.

(end of this chapter)