Match point

Chapter 1596 Meeting in a narrow road

The clouds are light and the wind is light, like a spring breeze.

Gao Wen, still the familiar Gao Wen, seemed to be able to deal with any difficult situation calmly; but his easy-to-handle responses were always hidden sharpness, and the toughness and sharpness without anger swept the audience.

Gao Wen scanned the audience, that look made the reporters feel the dullness of hitting the wall, and all the words and commotion fell silent.

Obviously, even if they were not satisfied, no one dared to say it. After all, Gao Wen's answer was already perfect. If they continued to be aggressive, they might be in trouble, and public opinion would turn to the other side.

Then, finally a reporter raised his hand——

Brush brush.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the brave man who broke the deadlock, their eyes were full of admiration, watching the strong man speak under the pressure of Gawain's horrifying gaze, even the bystanders couldn't help their scalp numb .

"...Gao Wen, I would like to ask, what do you think of Super Monday?"

on site:……

The smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth rose slightly, blooming unreservedly:
It turned out that this was a comrade-in-arms!
The press conference was still going on, but there was no sharp edge or sharp edge to be found, and it went straight to the end without any accidents.

The reporters chatted in whispers, discussing today's press conference, and had to admire Gao Wen's on-the-spot response ability while exchanging eye contact, but they never expected that the real explosive point would be here——

corridor.

Just in time, press conference hall No. [-] and press conference hall No. [-] ended one after the other. Some journalists and event staff gathered scattered in the corridor, and then the two protagonists, Dimitrov and Gawain, were in their respective The crowds saw each other.

Meet on a narrow road!
Footsteps, both stopped.

Dimitrov was more straightforward. He smiled when he saw Gawain, but then he saw Gawain purposely looking up and down with a straight face, with a slightly critical look in his eyes.

Dimitrov: ?

After a little delay, Dimitrov came to his senses and understood Gawain's intentions. He followed Gawain's example and squinted his eyes to look at Gawain carefully.

The air was slightly stagnant.

It can be clearly felt that the surging sound in the corridor slowly settled down, as if someone manually turned the volume of the stereo and slowly entered a silent state.

Gawain raised his jaw slightly on purpose, and looked at Dimitrov with his nostrils.

Dimitrov simply looked over from bottom to top, deliberately tilting his head to look at Gawain's hairline.

If a cloud of tumbleweeds passes by at this time, it will be in the style of a western movie.

Everyone in the corridor looked at the two good friends in front of them with astonishment and surprise, but no one understood what they were doing. Obviously they were in the same universe but in different worlds.

In the next second, Gawain slightly raised his jaw, giving Dimitrov a signal.

Dimitrov also nodded, indicating that he had received the signal.

on site:? ? ?
Has anyone explained it for them and is sure not to fly with them?
But there's no time—

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Gawain and Dimitrov groaned almost at the same time, and then both pulled out something from their waists, stretched out their hands, and seemed to be holding something in their hands.

Wait, is it... a pistol?
"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two people made noises at the same time, like a life-and-death battle in a western movie. Everyone present was stunned, panicked, and subconsciously prepared to dodge.

But looking back and forth carefully, they realized that the pistols of the two people were really "hand" guns in the literal sense, the kind with the left hand holding the right hand, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand sticking out to serve as the barrel.

and so……

The corridor was filled with question marks, but the two parties involved in the incident seemed very relaxed. They quickly walked towards each other with pistols in hand, and when they were about to collide, they opened their arms and gave each other a hug.

"Everyone is expecting us to fight here."

"Fist and kick? Are you sure it's not a joke?"

Back and forth.

Gawain's words immediately made everyone, including Dimitrov, burst into laughter, and there was no trace of tension.

Gawain patted Dimitrov on the shoulder, "Today's game was very exciting. Although I don't want to say it, the reality is that I told you already."

Gawain has always had faith in Dimitrov—

There is no doubt that Dimitrov is talented, skilled and capable. Perhaps the only thing he lacks is psychology. As long as he can break through his demons, he will be able to shine infinitely.

From Gao Wen's point of view, Rashid's style can no longer keep up with Dimitrov, and the parting of the two is a good thing for Dimitrov.

As long as Dimitrov can regain his confidence and focus on the game, he can get rid of the shackles of pressure and get back on track.

Sure enough, Dimitrov played better and better in his three matches at Wimbledon --

Pospisir is a good doubles player with comprehensive and delicate front-net skills. He can show great potential on grass and has been in good form recently. This is a difficult opponent. Dimitrov can pass the test smoothly, which means Finally got rid of the stress.

Dimitrov raised his chin lightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Very well, the next target is you."

Gao Wen pursed his lips and nodded lightly, "Yes, yes...you should know that my goal is to be the champion, right?"

The calm, serious tone, but with its own provocative function, made Dimitrov laugh heartily.

Dimitrov didn't say much either, he knew how to speak up, he was definitely not as good as Gawain, "Then tomorrow's training will have to be cancelled, and as the servant, I need to prepare some secret weapons."

Gawain didn't say much, he raised the "pistol" gun and blew at the muzzle. Dimitrov laughed happily with his confident appearance.

Dimitrov bumped Gawain's shoulder, "I'm going to ride a bicycle to relax, how about you?"

Gao Wen also quickly became serious, "Oh, I'm coming too."

Needless to say, the two friends walked side by side and walked towards the gym, talking and laughing all the way, without being affected by any off-site factors at all.

In the corridor, all the passers-by were stunned, stunned, inquisitive, and snickering, with various expressions changing, watching the two walk away, and finally they were left standing on the ground and looking at each other.

Look, they speculate and suspect behind the scenes, but the person involved is not affected at all, and they talk and laugh happily, and there are exchanges, which makes the gossip crowd look extra stupid.

After a short pause, people were relieved, and the birds and beasts scattered with a huff. In a blink of an eye, the corridor returned to calm and returned to the track again.

The game is still going on, and the top [-] seats in singles and doubles are still waiting to be filled, because Wimbledon still retains a tradition:
Leaving aside the unexpected situation of rainy weather disrupting the schedule, all the top [-] seats must be decided on Saturday of the first week, and then the game will be off on Sunday.

Wimbledon is also the only event among the four Grand Slams that retains the tradition of the first Sunday off-season. In the busy and crowded schedule, there is still a gap in the rest day, which can be said to fully demonstrate the uniqueness of the All England Club.

(End of this chapter)