Chapter 1732 This Life Is Not in Vain

"Marcos!"

"Marcos!"

Over and over again, Gawain and Macdonald shouted continuously. Macdonald, who was usually shy and introverted, was also excited at this time, with smiles on his eyes and face. He followed Gawain's booing, and the more he shouted, the happier he was, and the laughter It was buzzing in my chest.

Jilong is a little reserved——

Same as in college. Time flies, many things have changed, but some things seem to remain unchanged.

Jilong looked helplessly at the two people in front of him.

In fact, Jilong has been avoiding Gawain, although he is unwilling to admit it and has made many excuses for himself, "That guy must be too busy", "When I win a challenge championship", "Ah, now It would be very abrupt to send a text message", "He should be training now"...

But in fact, that's an escape.

He didn't know how to face Gawain, what mentality and attitude he should adopt.

After arriving in Toronto, what Giron was most worried and nervous about was seeing Gawain again. He thought he was ready, but in fact he was not.

So, when he saw the grand scene at the training ground in the morning, he found another excuse for himself and left in a hurry.

But he didn't expect that Gawain would come over on his own initiative.

Then--

There was no nervousness, no restraint, no unfamiliarity, none of the things I was worried about appeared, and the words came out naturally.

"Dude, are you sure this is okay?"

Jilong raised his chin and gestured around. Those longing eyes were all locked on Gawain. Hearing this, he was even more excited.

The corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised.

"Why should I worry?"

"We are all spectators and we have just finished enjoying a wonderful game. Ladies and gentlemen, I know this player."

The proud and showy tone was as if Jilong was a superstar. The surrounding audience all reacted, whistles and applause surged, and one or two people followed suit.

Among them, Macdonald was the most active.

Ji Long couldn't help but raise his forehead, "Gawain..."

Gawain's eyes widened, "Oh, Marcus, it's such an honor that you remember my name. See, I told you, I know him."

The second half of the sentence was spoken to the surrounding audience. Laughter mixed with whistles surged in, and the atmosphere was lively.

Gillon tried to make a few excuses, but looking at Macdonald with a smile on his face, his memory returned to his college days, and then he realized:

Giving up struggling is the wise choice.

So, Jilong closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, "Who wants an autograph, come on?"

The look on his face that he was ready to die was really funny.

Gawain was the first to raise his right hand high, "Me, me, me, me."

At the same time, the surrounding audience also joined in support, and a mini fan meeting was held at the scene.

Giron didn't expect it at all, but since he couldn't resist, he decided to enjoy it and really started signing autographs for the fans.

After being busy for a while, the audience was finally satisfied.

Although he was not able to get Gawain's autograph, he left many photos at the scene and had a close conversation with Gawain. From Gawain's words and deeds, he could realize that he needed some time with his friends, so the fans also Say goodbye knowingly and leave.

Slowly, the surging crowd dispersed.

Finally, miraculously, the three musketeers of the Bruins were left. Even if he experienced it personally, Geelong could not accurately describe what it was like.

MacDonald seemed to be able to understand Giron's confusion. He smiled and said, "Marcos, this is called the Gawain effect."

Gawain frowned slightly, "Mike, why do I think you are swearing?"

"Haha." Gillon and MacDonald both burst into laughter.

Gawain's expression only lasted for a moment, and then he bloomed, "Congratulations, Marcos, for advancing to the main competition."

Calm, sincere and enthusiastic.

It can be heard that Gawain is sincerely happy for Jilong.

Inexplicably, Jilong remembered what Gawain said casually when he was in college:

Tennis is a lonely game. Everyone has their own battle, just like life. No matter how many people come and go around, you still need to face it by yourself at the end of the story. Battle and find those answers yourself.

Some are faster, some are slower, some are ordinary and some are special. The only thing that is certain is that no one is the same.

Perhaps, on the road of tennis, Gao Wen is far ahead, but he also has his own battle, and he just needs to move forward at his own pace and at his own pace.

If it was a week ago, Jilong might not be able to laugh when he heard these words. Even if he knew that Gawain had no malice and no discrimination, he still couldn't laugh, not because of Gawain, but because of himself——

He couldn't be satisfied with his current situation.

But now, Jilong is somewhat relieved, "Thank you. This is a breakthrough. I have been waiting for a full year."

The corners of Gawain's mouth raised, "Sooner or later is not important, what is important is that we finally do it; and, maybe, we can have a rematch this year?"

Gillon: ...He really hadn't thought about it.

"The next step is to look at the draw." Gao Wen's face was filled with anticipation.

If he and Gao Wen could face each other across the net, it would be the first meeting between the two after the singles final of the United States Championship.

Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

but……

Jilong was a little unsure, "It's not that easy. You are the second seed and have a bye in the first round. Even if we are in the same division, we won't meet until the second round at the earliest."

The subtext is that Geelong lacks some confidence in himself passing the first round.

Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, "Is this cowardice before fighting?"

Jilong's words just stuck in his mouth.

Yes, he doesn't even know who his first-round opponent is, so why is he already timid?

Is it because I have never been able to win in the main draw of an ATP level event in my career? So, he was already shrinking without even realizing it?

Where are those courage, fighting spirit, and expectations?

Once, he also looked forward to playing against the top ten players in the world. Even if it was not for victory, he also hoped to see the gap between himself and them; but the final goal was still to defeat them and win.

However, what now?

Regardless of the first-round draw, he should look forward to it. After all, this may be his chance to face top players.

"Yes. I didn't realize it myself, I was already hesitant." Jiron admitted frankly.

After a short pause, Jilong's smile rose again, "But now that I say it like this, I have some expectations."

"The opportunity to meet the top masters is so rare. I should look forward to it, right?"

Little by little, Jilong is slowly regaining the confidence of the proud man. Although it is difficult and long, he still needs to cheer himself up.

Gao Wen's expression also relaxed again, "This is the Marcos Giron we are familiar with. To be honest, I am also looking forward to meeting you. Standing on the field, you and me, everything feels like we are still in school. It’s the same time.”