leg press. swivel. Step up. jump.

Gao Wen is doing the final warm-up step by step, keeping his muscles active, keeping his eyes focused and his mind focused, and focusing wholeheartedly on the upcoming game.

However, from the corner of his sight, he was able to catch the stabbing arrows coming from the left hand side.

Halfway down the corridor, Kyrgios was also warming up.

At this time, the coaches have left, the staff and caddies are also performing their duties, and there are only participating players who are ready to appear at the entrance of the player tunnel.

Before the official start of the game, the very, very short moment of solitude is also the moment of solitude where swords and swords continue to surge. This should be before the players start fighting with real swords and guns. The physical distance is the closest and there is no room for the camera lens to pay attention. Sneezing can attack the opponent.

Obviously, Kyrgios was not focused on warming up. He was holding a racket and rotating his arms, drawing circles vigorously like a windmill, constantly moving his shoulder muscles, and moving his feet back and forth to adjust his body center of gravity , let the whole body move.

However, his peripheral vision was restless, and he kept sneaking glances at Gao Wen, like a boxer looking for a crack in his attack.

"...Ah Choe, what a wimp."

After all, Kyrgios couldn't hold back, pretending to sneezed, but actually complained secretly.

Gao Wen was indifferent.

Kyrgios looked at the unresponsive Gao Wen, a little pleased, thought about it, and repeated the same trick.

"Ah Choo, what an idiot."

Gao Wen didn't realize it.

Kyrgios was a little excited, curled his lips, and then became more and more daring, and was about to do it for the third time, secretly enjoying himself.

"Ah Choo..."

However, before the next words could be said, without warning, Gao Wen turned his head and looked over.

Because it was too sudden, and Gawain's eyes were too direct, he looked directly at Kyrgios in such an upright manner. The scene was like being caught talking ill of others behind his back. In an instant, Kyrgios panicked, so that Swallowing the words, he almost choked on his own saliva.

Kyrgios tried his best to suppress his coughing, to avoid making a fool of himself, but that look was just... useless.

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth slightly raised, a half-smile.

"I really didn't expect that the upright Nick Kyrgios is such a soft guy, who wants to swear, but also uses such a childish way to cover it up?"

Soft egg?

Kyrgios' expression immediately fell, and he swung his racket directly, striding towards Gawain.

"What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, not only did Gawain not back down, but he was also more proactive and determined. He rushed forward with a big stride, and swung his clenched right hand before Kyrgios. down.

Kyrgios panicked, subconsciously made an emergency brake, and crossed his hands to protect his eyes, covering his face.

One second, two seconds.

Why is there no movement?

Kyrgios took a closer look and saw that Gawain's fist had been withdrawn, it was just a feint, but he was fooled!

the second time!

That sense of humiliation swallowed Kyrgios in an instant, his eyes glared, and his anger burned, this time it was real, and he wanted to do it regardless.

However, Gawain was still half a beat ahead, showing a shallow smile to Kyrgios, calm and confident, not mocking but better than mocking.

"Be careful, I may aim at your backhand and continue hammering today."

After finishing speaking, Gawain took half a step back to re-open the distance to maintain a safe space.

Before Kyrgios could swear and curse, the security personnel at the scene rushed up and pulled Kyrgios away.

Grass!

"let me go!"

Kyrgios is furious!

"You meow let me go! Otherwise I will kill you! I am serious! I will kill you!"

Kyrgios cursed.

But the security guy didn't take that at all, "Nick, watch out, you don't want to be disqualified before the game starts."

Kyrgios was furious, "You don't care about that **** villain? He provoked me first! You come to control me? Are you out of your mind?"

Kyrgios tried to accuse Gao Wen, but turned his head to look over, only to find that Gao Wen was calm and obediently standing where he was, with two security guards standing beside him.

But because Gao Wen didn't take any drastic actions, the security personnel didn't move either. Instead, they looked at Kyrgios vigilantly, as if they were bodyguards protecting Gao Wen's safety.

Grass!

Kyrgios is in a rage, what the **** is going on?

Gao Wen, however, ignored Kyrgios and slowly put his equipment on his back, facing the court, calm and ready to go on stage.

Crackling!

blah blah blah!

A series of swearing, unbearable swearing, exploded like a landmine, and Kyrgios frothed to express his anger with words.

The voice of Kyrgios alone echoed at the entrance of the entire player tunnel, so that the senior management of the organizing committee and the management personnel all rushed to the scene, watching Kyrgios like a mad bull, the tense air was filled with Vigilant and alert, but no one approached easily.

After all the anger had been vented, Kyrgios finally realized that he was in an ambush from all sides, and he managed to regain his composure.

Pushing away the security staff, "I'm ready to compete, you all get out of the way! What? Are you not allowing me to compete? Are you planning to disqualify me for swearing? If not, you all get the **** out of here , you rats."

Cursing, Kyrgios didn't bring up his equipment bag, but kicked it with his feet, like playing football.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Once, again, kicked the equipment bag out for a while, then Kyrgios tidied his hair, spit towards the passage where Gawain was, and walked forward, casually picked up his equipment bag , appeared in the introductory speech of the on-site host.

The player channel was in a mess.

Craig Tiley, chief executive of Tennis Australia and tournament director of the Australian Open, has also arrived in the tunnel at Margaret Court.

After a brief understanding of the situation, Terry walked forward, watched Kyrgios' back, and came to Gawain, "Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

Gawain showed a polite but alienated smile to Tai Li, "I'm here to compete."

Simple words but powerful to express their point of view.

Terry immediately heard Gawain's subtext ~lightnovelpub.net~ But it is undeniable that this is indeed Kyrgios' responsibility, "Sorry, I apologize again here."

Gawain didn't push himself any further, he nodded politely, and then he could hear the host's long-tailed introduction, waiting for Gawain to enter the venue.

Gao Wen didn't stay any longer, carrying his equipment bag, walked into the Margaret Court Stadium—

Standing in the player tunnel, the air conditioner is turned on to the maximum, cool and fresh, but as you walk forward, you can feel the heat wave outside bit by bit, getting hotter, louder, and brighter, just like Step into the center of the spotlight and global attention.

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