Match point

Chapter 1508 Step by step
knock knock --

The knock on the door echoed softly in the early morning hotel corridors, and Dimitrov covered his head with a pillow, trying to solve the problem the ostrich way.

Moreover, it succeeded.

The knock on the door only lasted for a short while, and then it calmed down. Dimitrov's tense muscles relaxed a little, but before he could go back to sleep, the phone on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated, with The water glass placed on it also vibrated.

It's like an earthquake.

It took Dimitrov all his strength to control the urge to throw the phone into the water glass, but he swiped it and dropped the phone to the ground.

The carpet in the hotel room absorbed the vibrating sound, and the world became quiet again. However, this time the silence did not last for five seconds, and the knock on the door continued tirelessly again; Rhythm, like a drum kit.

Crack, clap, clap, beep, beep, beep...

The light and cheerful rhythm is very suitable for belly dancing. I closed my eyes tightly, but the picture has automatically appeared in my mind. What is it?

Moreover, the vibration of the phone and the knock on the door can match each other, so, is this the latest form of band?
at last!

Dimitrov took the pillow away, lay on the bed with a look of lovelessness on his face, and waited quietly for a few seconds, hoping that the voices would disappear.

Unfortunately, no miracles.

So, Dimitrov dragged his tired body out of bed, and walked towards the gate with heavy steps.

Yea.

Dimitrov could barely keep his eyes open, and just as he opened the door, he could hear Gawain's energetic voice sprinkle a ray of sunlight.

"Good morning, I'm going to run in the morning to warm up, you should come too."

Dimitrov paused for a moment and reacted for a moment, "Thank you for the invitation, but I'll forget it."

"Oh, I didn't ask for your opinion. We are going to go for a morning run together. This is the final decision." Gao Wen gave the order directly as a matter of course.

Dimitrov opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of astonishment: he seemed to be hallucinating.

The smile on the corner of Gawain's mouth bloomed gently, with a taste of mischief. Just when Dimitrov suspected that he was delusional, the smile had returned to normal, "You heard me right, Gerry Gore, let's go for a morning run to warm up and then go to practice together."

Dimitrov: ? ? ?

"Gao Wen, have you lost your memory?" Dimitrov still didn't wake up, his voice was a little hoarse, revealing a little tiredness, "Yesterday we..."

"Oh, I don't have amnesia." Gawain shook his head lightly, stopping his friend, "We trained for four hours, including nearly an hour and a half of basic batting training, and in the end I completely crushed you, forehand The batting is 43:18, the backhand is 50:11, it's a complete victory."

Dimitrov: ...

transfixed.

The brain is still not awake, unable to turn, obviously wanting to refute and complain, but in the end Dimitrov blurted out the first sentence.

"...The gap is so exaggerated!"

"Why not? Martin was counting."

"How is it possible? Something must have gone wrong."

"Even if I make a mistake, it should be that my score is higher and the gap is bigger."

"Haha, Gawain, hahaha, you are such a cute guy..." Dimitrov couldn't hold back his absurd laughter.

"I'm just being realistic, wait, can someone afford to lose?"

"Can't afford to lose? Who? Ha, how could it be, how could I... ridiculous! No, by the way, why are you still counting, so petty!"

"Of course it needs to be remembered well. I should also record it on my encyclopedia page and tell the world. After all, facing last year's Wimbledon semi-finals, I was able to perform so well in basic batting training. It is worth celebrating .”

The two guys are at most three years old, no more. You and I are arguing childishly and brilliantly, but when he heard Gawain's words, Dimitrov was slightly stunned, and then smiled. Gently climbed up the corner of the mouth, "So, you think defeating me is worth commemorating?"

Gawain shrugged slightly, "Of course."

Concise and concise.

The smile on the corner of Dimitrov's mouth lightly spilled into his eyes.

Gao Wen continued, "Grigor, you are one of the top ten players in the world, and you were also the semi-finalist of Wimbledon last year. Even though I am an incorrigible megalomaniac, I should clearly know that beating you is absolutely impossible. It's not going to be easy, and it's the same going into this year's grass season."

"Any player who can beat you should be grateful because you will use your ability to make it extremely difficult."

Dimitrov opened his mouth slightly, moved, but could not speak.

Yesterday, Dimitrov really hadn’t had such a systematic and comprehensive basic training for a long time, and he was even a little strange; those repeated boring basic training rekindled his ambition and ignited his competitive spirit again , trying to compete with Gao Wen.

Of course, the result was a disastrous failure, not only because of technique, but also because of physical fitness. Dimitrov really couldn't keep up with Gawain's rhythm——

In addition to the lack of systematic training, the downturn in one's own state may also affect the consumption of physical energy.

Dimitrov himself was also very surprised. He never thought that his current physical fitness was so bad.

Last night, after the blazing high fighting spirit was gradually extinguished, he was surrounded by a kind of loss and sadness, so that he just wanted to escape from reality like an ostrich.

Unexpectedly, Gawain finally pulled him out of the sand.

Gawain looked at Dimitrov who was full of emotions, but didn't say anything more. He patted his friend on the shoulder, "Let's go, the morning run has started."

Dimitrov's emotion was ruined, and he was stunned again, "Morning run? Who still runs in the morning? Your daily training will not start at this time, will it?"

"Of course not." Gao Wen replied bluntly, but Dimitrov was stunned, "I just saw that your training status yesterday could not keep up, so I will adjust the training schedule with you in the next few days and help you Get in shape so that if you lose in training, there's no excuse."

Dimitrov looked at the serious Gawain, and his chest was filled with warmth little by little. His pride and confidence made him straighten up again.

"Young friend, you should be careful, you have awakened a tiger, and I will easily kill you instantly."

"Come on, blah blah, someone is using his mouth to show off, who can't brag."

"...Give me 30 seconds, I'll change my clothes."

Tread, step.

In Eastbourne in the early morning, the midsummer morning light just tore through the night sky, the cold streets slowly began to wake up, and then you could see two tall figures jogging along the street, walking through the fog and facing the sun, neatly The sound of footsteps echoed between the brick walls and green tiles, kicking off the morning training.

Not loud, but full of energy.

At this time, the dock workers who were loading and unloading the fresh seafood that had just been salvaged from the sea couldn't help but stop. They saw two strange figures passing by, and even smiled and greeted each other. Then the workers looked at each other one by two, A head full of question marks could not be answered.

"...Could it be a newcomer from the football youth training camp?"

(End of this chapter)