"Feel sorry!"
Gao Wen raised his voice and spoke again, stopping the emotional Dimitrov.
Obviously, recently, Dimitrov's pressure has exploded, and his mood swings are obvious, and he can't control it; otherwise, how could Dimitrov, who is always polite and polite, explode like a firecracker?
Gao Wen didn't want to cause trouble.
It was just a small matter, if you keep entangled, the small matter will become a big matter, and then it will get out of hand.
With one step forward, Gawain and Dimitrov stood side by side, opened their mouths, apologized again, and interrupted the tense atmosphere that was heating up instantly.
"Gawain!" Dimitrov yelled.
Zverev Jr. was also young and energetic, and his anger was on the rise. During this period of time, his suppressed and suppressed emotions burst, and he rushed out regardless of his words.
"What? Is an apology enough? Or are you going to do it directly?"
boom!
With one angry word, the atmosphere that hadn't completely calmed down was ignited immediately.
"Sasha!" Misha Zverev, who was standing beside him, scolded and grabbed his brother.
"Grigor!" Gawain also misplaced, blocking Dimitrov with his shoulder.
between lightning and flint—
Gao Wen didn't wait for the atmosphere to calm down, and yelled at Zverev Jr.
"Is an apology not enough?"
"What, is it your girlfriend who likes me, or your sister confessing that she is going to marry me? If you wish to enter the boxing ring, I will accompany you at any time."ωω
"But there's no need to put it on the line just because it's blocking the road."
Crackling.
Strong wind and showers.
In just a few words, Gawain grasped the key point of the matter, and strangled the young Zverev's throat. Then he could see the young man's cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open, and his fists clenched tightly. Looks like a boxer ready to go.
However, Gawain did not flinch.
Not only did he not, but he continued to press forward step by step, and his clear face also showed a murderous look, firmly locked on the little Zverev, and his word after word turned into a sharp blade, pressing on step by step.
"Or, you just shut up now, go to the training ground, and continue your daily training."
"Or, let me let you really understand what bullying is. Let's test and see how many privileges high-ranking players can have."
The eyes condensed substantial power, and slammed at little Zverev fiercely and heavily, hitting his chest like a heavy hammer.
A boring.
Little Zverev was almost out of breath, stammering at Gawain, all the hairs on his back stood on end.
At that moment, little Zverev really felt the murderous intent, as if he could feel Gawain grabbing his throat.
The air, staring slightly, seems to be able to clearly see the smoke filled with gunpowder, almost burning, and the players coming and going have also stopped.
Daniel Medvedev, who had just finished training, happened to see this scene in front of him, and then began to watch the show with relish.
Good show!
Originally, Medvedev was also on the side of Zverev Jr., because they were all on the same front, and they could only look up to high-ranked players.
Of course, they also have many dissatisfaction and opinions, such as the schedule arrangement, the practice field arrangement, and so on, but they have no chance to express it.
However, looking at Gao Wen who directly put the threat on the table, and turned the conspiracy into a conspiracy with a few words, the whole atmosphere was different.
Medvedev couldn't help showing admiring eyes, such a Gao Wen is a man!
really!
Gao Wen was the same as the rumors said, he was obviously not a doll who could be manipulated, and the way he treated reporters at the press conference was not a person carefully planned by his manager.
Interesting.
Medvedev felt he needed a bag of crisps and a bottle of Coke.
The sword is tense, the air is stagnant, almost suffocating.
Misha Zverev, also known as Big Zverev, is also a professional tennis player, and he is a relatively rare serve-and-volley player in the current tour, inheriting the mantle of Sampras—
At least try to inherit.
Standing in front of Sampras at this time, Zverev was a little embarrassed and annoyed, and he didn't want to leave such a bad impression in front of his idol.
He didn't know what was wrong with his younger brother, why the volcano erupted suddenly. At this time, his head was full of bags, and he pulled his brother back vigorously.
"Sasha!"
Big Zverev yelled again, and then looked at Sampras apologetically.
"Sorry, I don't know what's going on, this matter is our fault, Mr. Sampras, we really have no other special meaning."
So, how are things going now?
Who should apologize? How should they end up? Obviously they were justified, why are they being unreasonable now? Is there really nothing wrong with Gao Wen talking like that?
The jumble of thoughts is almost knotted.
The little Zverev was very depressed, he threw away his brother, and then carried the equipment bag, striding forward, whizzing past like a tornado.
Big Zverev looked at the back of his younger brother leaving with a helpless expression on his face. From childhood to adulthood, his younger brother was almost omnipotent. He could get whatever he wanted. It is easy to lose control, but it was only in private before, and rarely in front of outsiders.
"Feel sorry."
Big Zverev can only say this, look at Sampras, and then look at Gawain.
"Really sorry."
After finishing speaking, Big Zverev trotted all the way to catch up.
Medvedev let out a disappointed sigh, "Oh."
He didn't lower his voice either, and said to himself, "I thought there would be a real fight, but I'm a little disappointed."
The voice was not too loud, so that Gao Wen and the others could also hear it—
Wind sound, conduction performance is very good.
Gao Wen turned his head to look over, and then saw the disappointed expression of not being able to eat the melon, what's the matter with being a little happy?
"Hello." Medvedev didn't care at all. He met Gao Wen's gaze and greeted him in Chinese, "Good morning."
The pronunciation is a bit awkward, but it is indeed Chinese.
When they were teenagers, Medvedev and Zhang Zhizhen, a Chinese player born in 1996, trained together in France. The two spent countless years side by side, and they also played together in the doubles matches of the hope match many times. continued.
Gao Wen didn't know this, and his reaction speed couldn't keep up, so he just replied, "Good morning."
Medvedev mumbled again in Russian, which no one could understand, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be saying, "It seems that Chinese has not been forgotten."
While muttering, he strode forward, staggered past Gao Wen and his party, and left the training ground, leaving behind only a shadow of his back.
I don't know why, Gao Wen watched this scene, and the image of "Journey to the West" appeared in his mind, two...Second Senior Brother?
, It is just a momentary mottled streamer. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a kind of sadness that the ending is doomed. Where will you and I be after thousands of years? The country, the flames of civilization, and the earth are all but a speck of dust in the deep space. A moment in the starry sky, a thousand years in the world. The song of insects is only in autumn, and you and I are also fighting for crossing. What is at the end of deep space? iread novel app
As the train goes away, a large number of withered and yellow fallen leaves are brought up in the vibration of the railroad tracks, and it also brings up the bleakness of autumn.
Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually disappeared, then he looked back and sent a few classmates away.
After this farewell, the world will be far apart, and I don't know how many years it will be before we can meet again, and some people will never see each other again.
Around, some people are still waving their hands slowly, not letting go for a long time, and some people are silent, quite sad.
During the four years of university, we walked together, and the friendship accumulated is always a little hard to let go.
The afterglow of the setting sun obliquely illuminates the falling yellow leaves, and the light and shadow are mottled, interweaving a sense of the passage of time.
Waves of undulating waves like Sanskrit singing sounded around him, and the intense light began to rise rapidly, and the huge golden light and shadow were reflected behind him. Tang San's eyes flashed like lightning, staring into the sky.
Immediately, a loud "boom" erupted from the Paradise Flower, and a huge golden beam of light rose into the sky, straight into the sky.
Not far away, the Heavenly Fox Demon King felt a shocking burst of will, the entire Hell Garden trembled violently, the flowers began to wither rapidly, and all the luck seemed to be condensing towards that golden beam of light .
While his complexion changed drastically, he didn't dare to be negligent. He shook his body and showed his original shape, turning into a nine-tailed sky fox with a length of more than 100 meters. Each guard was more than 300 meters long. The tail is horizontal, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. A large amount of luck was emitted and poured into the garden of hell, stabilizing the plane.
The Hell Garden must not be broken, otherwise, it would be a devastating disaster for the Sky Fox Clan.
Ancestral Court, Tianhu Holy Mountain.
The originally restrained golden light suddenly became stronger again, not only that, but the body of Tianhu Holy Mountain also emitted white light~www.mtlnovel.com~but the white light seemed to be collapsing inward, pouring inward.
A golden beam of light shot up into the sky without warning, rushing to the sky in an instant.
The emperors who had just resisted another thunder disaster almost subconsciously dispersed. And in the next moment, the golden beam of light rushed into the robbery cloud.
The pitch-black robbery cloud was instantly lit up and turned into dark golden clouds. All the purple color disappeared at this moment, replaced by huge golden thunderbolts. It seemed that the entire plane was filled with anger.
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As the train goes away, a large number of withered and yellow fallen leaves are brought up in the vibration of the railroad tracks, and it also brings up the bleakness of autumn.
Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually disappeared, then he looked back and sent a few classmates away. iread novel app
After this farewell, the world will be far apart, and I don't know how many years it will be before we can meet again, and some people will never see each other again.
Around, some people are still waving their hands slowly, not letting go for a long time, and some people are silent, quite sad.
During the four years of university, we walked together, and the friendship accumulated is always a little hard to let go.
The afterglow of the setting sun obliquely illuminates the falling yellow leaves, and the light and shadow are mottled, interweaving a sense of the passage of time.
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