Chapter 875 The Highest Realm

Gao Wen in front of him was obviously sweating profusely, but he didn't look tired or embarrassed at all, instead he was full of vigor and vitality.

After running for nearly two hours, it looks like he has just finished warming up, and there is no problem in continuing to run for another three hours.

Those bright eyes seem to be saying:

Before the game, the key points of the tactics have been honestly reported. This is no longer the key point of the exam, but the direct display of the cards, but the result is that the game is still so easy to win.

Grass!

Kyrgios' brain became hot, and he raised the racket high, subconsciously wanting to smash it, but his movements froze.

Why, deja vu?

The end of the first set, hit the beat.

The end of the second set, hit the beat.

So, is there another one at the end of the third set?

Kyrgios didn't even need to look up, as if he could feel Gawain's gaze, as if he was enjoying a clown's circus performance:

So stupid and so pathetic, so pathetic and so ridiculous.

As a result, his movements froze in mid-air, a dilemma.

For a while, I wondered whether I should restrain myself because of that guy's gaze; for a while, I was depressed that I had lost face and should not continue to humiliate myself.

Then, I felt aggrieved because of my vacillation.

Kyrgios recalled their first meeting:

At that time, he lost five points in a row without scoring a single point.

Today, he lost five innings in a row and almost swallowed a donut.

From "five points" to "five innings", what happened during this period? Why didn't he shorten the gap, instead the gap widened?

How did things develop to this point? He didn't even dare to look that guy in the eye, wishing he could just disappear from the scene.

Anger, shame, shame, aggrieved, irritable.

The blood surged towards the heart in an instant, almost about to explode.

Ahhh!

Grass!

After hesitating and hesitating again, Kyrgios still didn't hit it:

He's not a joke, absolutely not.

Taking a deep breath, Kyrgios managed to regain some sanity, more precisely, his pride—

Him, absolutely! I will never bow my head in front of that guy!

He has his dignity, he has his bottom line, he will not admit defeat, at least not in front of that hideous guy.

Head held high, stride forward.

Kyrgios strode towards the center of the court, snorted, and once again showed his usual slack, as if he didn't care about winning or losing a game, and the victory or defeat had no effect on him.

Whoever cares is a fool.

Kyrgios raised his jaw high, looked at people through his nostrils, narrowed his eyes into a thin slit, and looked forward arrogantly from the narrow slit.

Then, Kyrgios saw a brilliant golden sun.

The sparkling light floated a layer of halo above the blue court, outlining Gawain's slender figure. Gawain didn't have a special expression, but the corners of his mouth were relaxed, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, revealing a sense of comfort from the inside out, like a smile Looking at Kyrgios who was showing off without a smile, he waited patiently.

This little bit of comfort stung Kyrgios, he lowered his eyes subconsciously, not wanting to talk to Gawain, not even shaking his hand.

He was about to touch Gao Wen's hand, then turned around and left.

but.

Just when the palms were stretched out and were about to collide, Gao Wen's voice came from his ear, sincere and sunny, positive and bright,

"Come on, you almost beat me."

Come on...Come on?

Kyrgios couldn't believe his ears.

Kyrgios' muscles froze for an instant, his eyes were filled with anger, he slowly raised his head, and saw Gawain's sincere smile at a glance. There was no sarcasm or ridicule, only sincerity, but it was this sincerity that strengthened Looking hateful, he subconsciously grabbed Gao Wen's right hand firmly.

Hard, harder.

If the guy in front of him wants to fight, he will accompany him 100%. Anyway, he is no longer afraid. There is no boxing match that can be fought at the end of the second set. Do you want to have a fight now?

However, Gao Wen did not show any weakness, and followed suit with his right hand.

At the same time, the tails of the eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a sincere smile all over his face.

"Oh, sorry, no, maybe a little bit worse."

One sentence, just one sentence like this, strength interprets the highest level of swearing, and you don't need any dirty words to make your opponent go through with arrows. The whole realm is not above a horizontal line—

There was a roar in Kyrgios' mind, and then he couldn't hear anything anymore. He stared at Gawain, yelled violently, and clenched his fists.

"What are you talking about? Tell me again? You rubbish! Damn hypocrite! I'm going to kill you!"

Instantly.

Gawain didn't flinch, not only didn't he, but he even took half a step forward, looking straight into Kyrgios' eyes dignifiedly, and said every word.

"I just like the way you hate me to the core but can't beat me."

After the words fell, the smile disappeared, and Gao Wen burst out with a powerful aura from the inside out, rushing towards his face with bared teeth and claws, and shocked the audience in a blink of an eye.

Kyrgios, like falling into an ice cellar.

In the blink of an eye, he had already calmed down, and stood there blankly, all energy and spirit collapsed in an instant, he opened his mouth, but all voices were blocked.

The referee Nelly noticed the conflict here, stepped off the referee chair immediately, and stepped forward in time to stop the potential conflict. As soon as the words came out, it was obvious that Nelly was on Gawain's side.

"Gao Wen, are you okay?"

If it was normal, Kyrgios might be about to explode, but at this moment he was staring at Gawain in a daze, and it was obvious that the anger in his eyes was being drawn away a little bit.

Gawain let go of Kyrgios' right hand and shook his head at Nellie, "I'm fine."

Nelly was still a little worried, "Are you sure?"

It wasn't Neri's selfishness, but because of Neri's fairness and objectivity, he sided with Gao Wen.

Judging from the situation of the whole game, Kyrgios is like an indeterminate time bomb, no one knows when it will detonate; and this is Kyrgios' home court, the fans' madness runs through the whole process, no one can guarantee, What will they do to Gawain ~lightnovelpub.net~ Nelly needs to take control.

Gao Wen didn't answer in a hurry, but moved his right hand, and then showed a smile, "Yes, I'm sure."

Nelly nodded slightly to Gawain, indicating that Gawain can leave.

When Gao Wen turned around and walked towards the players' rest area, he could see that the security personnel had entered the field and listed them:

On the one hand, it is to monitor Kyrgios; on the other hand, it is to protect Gao Wen.

At the entrance of the player channel, you can see the figure of the tournament director Terry. He came to the scene to control the situation. He noticed Gao Wen's gaze. Terry smiled at Gawain, nodded slightly, and finally gave him applause, saying that congratulate-

By the way, Terry is the chairman of the Australian Open, but he is not Australian, but South African.

Everything happened too fast.

From the end of the game to the post-match handshake and then to the security personnel entering the arena, everything was concentrated within 30 seconds and 40 seconds, and the audience couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Then, Gao Wen returned to the venue.

(end of this chapter)