"Hey! Gregor!"

Gao Wen took the initiative to greet the entrance of the training ground. As a landlord, he welcomed the guests and warmly gave his friend a hug.

"I thought you returned to Miami, why did you appear here? Wait, or did I remember the itinerary wrong?"

Dimitrov was tired.

There is a layer of light blue under the deep eyes, and the faint tiredness revealed between the brows also makes him look listless. The corners of his mouth are raised, trying to force a smile, but he still can't hide the deep tiredness, as if even The California sun has lost its temperature.

"Why, you are not welcome?"

Dimitrov made a small joke, but it was not as light as a joke at all. The corners of his mouth could clearly feel the pull of gravity, and then he rose up. He immediately calmed down, and then tossed his mouth a little irritably. hair.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good state."

"Rotterdam just lost and now I feel like a piece of rubbish."

The Australian Open stopped at the top 16 and lost to Murray. Strictly speaking, the result of that match was not unexpected, but it was still lower than expected.

Among them, there are the expectations of the outside world, as well as the expectations of the Dimitrov team itself. After experiencing the upward momentum in 2014, Dimitrov also looks forward to further progress in his career. Topic pressure also exists objectively for him.

Therefore, after the loss, they need to readjust their expectations and their state. Dimitrov's team held a meeting immediately—

Including Tobias.

After discussion, the schedule was temporarily adjusted.

At the end of the Australian Open, Dimitrov only adjusted for a week, temporarily applied for a wild card, returned to Europe, and went to Rotterdam to participate in the 500-level event.

The most important thing is to adjust the state and rhythm, and prepare for the upcoming North American Sunshine Double Championship.

pity.

The result of the game was unsatisfactory, to be precise, it was even worse than the state of the Australian Open—

Dimitrov lost in the second round to unseeded Dutch native Gilles-Muller.

On the whole, the shadow of the Australian Open's stop at the top 16 should still have an impact. At the same time, the attention and pressure from the outside world also exist objectively.

Gao Wen could fully understand this. Even though he was standing on the court, he seemed to be in a trance, and no matter how he hit the ball, it was wrong.

In fact, Gawain noticed that Dimitrov was consciously avoiding the topic, and did not directly answer the question of why he flew directly from Rotterdam to Los Angeles, but Gawain could feel his fatigue.

The toss and torture of the long-distance flight are all deeply lodged in the bags under the eyes, drooping down for a long time, as if if you persist, you will go with the wind.

Even the soul is dangling in the strong wind in California, if you don't catch it, you will be drawn nine days away like a kite with a broken string.

Gawain looked at Dimitrov and said in a light tone.

"It's like floating on the surface of the Dead Sea."

"No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't sink but I couldn't sit up. I tossed and turned, trying to create some waves. As a result, the motionless sea became dead silent, completely declaring that all my efforts were in vain."

The full of complaints made Dimitrov twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Although I haven't entered the Dead Sea to experience it, it's very, very close."

Gao Wen raised his chin slightly, revealing an inscrutable expression, "I know this expression best, it is the legendary fixed stage of 'beginning to doubt life every once in a while'."

"Heh. There's still an exclusive stage?" Dimitrov regained a little smile.

Gao Wen nodded slightly, and said mysteriously, "Everyone has it. Doubt why you play tennis, doubt the meaning of playing tennis, doubt your life goals, doubt all the decisions in life... and so on."

"Simply put, it is surrounded by a kind of nihilism, as if everything is questionable and everything is meaningless."

Flutter.

Dimitrov was amused by Gawain's mysterious expression, and finally recovered a little smile, "Gaowain, I'm sorry, but you really look like a magic stick, you know, like passing/ same as the head of the pin/assembly leadership."

As he spoke, Dimitrov realized that his words might be misunderstood, and was about to explain, but unexpectedly, Gawain took a step ahead.

Gawain looked at Dimitrov with a serious expression on his face, "Thank you for the compliment."

Wait, is this...a compliment?

Dimitrov finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

The mood seems to be a little clearer.

Heavy rain turned cloudy.

Then, Dimitrov patted his bag, "How about it, I need a sparring partner, is the grand slam champion willing to give me face?"

In fact, Gao Wen's first reaction was:

are you sure?

Flying long distances from Rotterdam, across the Atlantic Ocean and across multiple time zones, it is clear that the body needs to adjust and adapt to avoid injuries.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Dimitrov is no longer in the best condition, and the training may not be able to achieve the best results, but problems may arise.

But this time the situation is slightly different.

Usually, Dimitrov is cheerful, but he rarely jokes. At this rare time, Gawain was able to interpret the signal.

Moreover, tennis is indeed such a sport, back and forth in different time zones, one second in the American continent, the next second in Europe, from the airport to the court, there is no breathing time at all, let alone practice and adjustment, non-stop This kind of situation is not uncommon.

Especially for low-ranking players, participating is one of the means of earning a living. Even in Grand Slam competitions, there is no adjustment time, and they must go all out at all times.

Perhaps, training with Dimitrov at this moment is not such a bad idea.

then-

Gao Wen slightly raised his chin, showing a contemplative expression, "How much is the cost? I am very expensive, can you afford it?"

Dimitrov also ignored Gawain, walked towards the court with his racket on his back, and then raised his voice and said, "How much? Come on, make a price, how much is it? I'll write you a check now. "

As soon as he turned around, Dimitrov saw Gawain make a movement of rubbing his hands like a fly, then he cracked his hands, feet, and neck. .

"I've been taken advantage of, earn one day, and play for a year."

The vivid expression finally made Dimitrov unable to control it any longer. He laughed heartily, looked up at the person with his nostrils, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Gawain.

"Come on~lightnovelpub.net~ Let's see if it's worth the money, how about warming up and running back and forth?"

Gawain turned his head to look at Sampras, Agassi and others on the sidelines, with his hands spread out, his face full of innocence.

"These challengers have already sent the battle post, and they will come directly to the gym to play. If you lose, you will not lose. I have to accept the move no matter what. Let us disrupt the training plan. I promise, I will never let you down. "

As he spoke, he adjusted his footsteps and center of gravity bouncing all the way, and ran in the direction of Dimitrov.

Pelt consciously stood on the bottom line of the court, holding his right hand high.

"On your marks!"

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