Chapter 718

poof.

Qiao Wangsheng closed his eyes and felt his heart beating quietly. It was strong and powerful, and it was slowly accelerating, getting faster and heavier, hitting his chest hard.

Open your eyes and look at the news headlines on the phone screen again.

"Fast news: Gao Wen is about to replace Raonic on the O2 stadium to complete the remaining games of the year-end finals."

Plop plop plop!

The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and it was almost about to burst. Even though I tried my best, I still couldn't control my excitement.

"ah!"

In the end, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't hold back after all, clenched his fists and roared in a low voice, but after the first cry, he couldn't control it anymore.

"Ahhh!"

The Chinese media has gone crazy.

Of course, everyone has thought about this possibility:

After Gao Wen won the Paris Masters, he entered the top ten for the first time in the world rankings, and was replaced as the first substitute because of Nadal's withdrawal, so the possibility of coming off the bench naturally exists.

But it's all too crazy and too turbulent—

The first Grand Slam, the first Masters, is it possible to make history and reach the stage of the year-end finals?

It's hard to imagine that just four months ago, there wasn't even a single male player in mainland China who could rank among the top 100 in the world, nor could any male player win the championship at the challenge level. It is the most primitive and weakest state.

But now?

It is precisely because of this that even a "possibility" is enough to make one's heart beat faster.

Then, "possible" will evolve into reality.

In just five minutes, the top position on the social network search list changed hands, and the keyword "Gao Wen's first appearance on the stage of the year-end finals" was born.

The frequency of swiping the screen visible to the naked eye can clearly feel the incoming heat wave, the overwhelming news reports, the vast number of heated discussions among netizens, the vigorous traffic frenzy... there is no end in sight.

If it wasn't on the subway home from get off work, Qiao Wangsheng might have exploded into fireworks at this time, but even so, amidst the bustling crowd, Qiao Wangsheng still laughed recklessly and cheerfully.

Tired and busy working all day, the life of social animals weighs heavily on the shoulders, and it is almost impossible to straighten up. The light on the mobile phone screen reflects the faces without expression and soul. The cold of early winter seems to be There was a touch of gray dyed on the eyebrows, and the spirit could not be seen at all.

Qiao Wangsheng was like a strange person, holding his phone tightly, smiling foolishly in the subway.

At this moment, Qiao Wangsheng was able to notice that there were messages from several mobile phones around, and they opened the message to read the message reflexively, and then there were slight fluctuations on each face, and the lifeless air rippled along with it. , as if you can feel the happiness spreading.

Are they happy because of the same news?

Inadvertently, Qiao Wangsheng noticed another stranger in the crowd, opened his mouth, couldn't believe his eyes, exclaimed "Gao Wen", but immediately covered his mouth, looked around cautiously, the two Their eyes collided inadvertently.

Qiao Wangsheng responded with a smile, and the other party twitched his mouth, then looked away, and continued to look at his phone.

Qiao Wangsheng's mood not only did not calm down, but became more and more turbulent, because he knew that Gao Wen was using his way to bring a touch of color to life.

He and they, in the life of repeating themselves day after day, have reawakened hope because of this young man who keeps creating miracles——

Gao Wen made them believe that there are more possibilities in life, there is still a glimmer of hope in dreams, and behind the clouds and mists there is still a ray of dawn.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't help feeling overwhelmed, and immediately sent a message in the group.

"Nine p.m!"

"Gao Wen is here!"

The two messages had just been sent out, and then, like boiling water, the news burst out with amazing energy, and the screen continued to refresh.

hum.

buzz buzz.

In the local time of Los Angeles, the sky just dawned. Gu Xiao was playing chess with Duke Zhou. The two chatted happily. He was proposing marriage to Duke Zhou’s beautiful daughter, but Duke Zhou’s answer was,

"Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz."

Gu Xiao tried to hear Duke Zhou's answer clearly, and couldn't help but move closer, "What?"

"Buzzing."

Still can't hear clearly, Gu Xiao moved forward a little more, and as a result, he overturned the chessboard directly.

heh.

Suddenly, Gu Xiao woke up, opened his eyes, it was pitch black, the blackout curtains blocked the light tightly, only the faint light of the mobile phone screen faintly vibrated.

Opening the phone in a daze, one can see at a glance that there have been more than a thousand messages in the group—

What are these people doing? Chatting so lively?

one open.

"…I feel hopeful."

"Just in terms of playing style, Gao Wen really doesn't like playing against Kei Nishikori."

"If you enter the semi-finals, will you be against Santoku? Again?"

"It's actually good for San Dezi, can we expect a three-game winning streak?"

"But the qualifying conditions are too harsh. Even if you beat Kei Nishikori, you still have to look at another game."

"I am familiar with this situation."

"Haha, it seems familiar again. It was like this last week. Will it continue this week?"

wait, what?

Gu Xiao stared blankly at the phone screen, he hadn't woken up yet, his brain couldn't react, until a thought came into his head, he woke up immediately:

What!

"What!" Meng Xiushan almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

Brad Tate nodded with a smile on his face, "It's true. Raonic retired due to injury, and Gawain is sure to come off the bench. In a few hours, he will play against Kei Nishikori."

Meng Xiushan was stunned for a while and did not speak.

Tate called again, "Meng?"

Only then did Meng Xiushan come to his senses, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, "He can always bring surprises, can't he? Every time we have given up believing, he is still fighting, and then writing belongs to His own story may not be able to create miracles every time, but he is always moving forward."

Year-end finals?

They had high expectations, but they all ended in disappointment. However, after a turnaround, Gawain finally won the chance to appear in London.

So what about ~lightnovelpub.net~ now?

Even if it is a substitute, Gao Wen will definitely seize the opportunity—

Like the Paris Masters, a one-in-a-million chance.

Last week, in Paris, Gao Wen had to win the championship to win a little chance for himself to be shortlisted for the year-end finals. He did it and succeeded.

This week, in London, Gao Wen came off the bench, and only by doing his best can he have a slight chance of qualifying for the semi-finals.

But Meng Xiushan knew that Gao Wen would fight to the end, whether it was one ten thousandth or one hundred thousandth.

Involuntarily, the heart beats fast.

Meng Xiushan looked at Tate, "How about watching the game together at the bar?"

"It's early in the morning?" Tate couldn't believe it. It's only eight o'clock on the east coast of the North American continent. Did you go to the bar early in the morning to drink?

but I like it."

Tate raised his hand and gave Meng Xiushan a high-five in celebration. The gray sky of severe winter seemed to reveal a ray of light.

(end of this chapter)