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Little Zverev didn't want to see Gawain's face, not even for a second, and even eye contact felt like a waste.
Not to mention a handshake?
It was just a thought in his head: he needed to shake Gawain's hand, congratulate him on victory, show respect, observe etiquette, and his stomach started to burn.
He could imagine Gao Wen's self-satisfaction, aloofness, condescension, and gloating. Looking at him, it was like seeing a poor creature. Whether it was ridicule or attack, his words and eyes showed a kind of pity. It was enough to destroy his pride.
His embarrassment, his shame, and his embarrassment were firmly left in the history of ATP.
ah!
Ahhh!
Little Zverev's chest was about to burst, but he couldn't show it now, any trace would become a weapon for others to attack him.
Quick fix.
That was the only thought on Zverev's mind.
Raise your hand.
touch.
withdraw.
Little Zverev seemed to be facing a patient with an infectious disease. The palm of his hand had just touched Gao Wenyou's outstretched right hand, and he was ready to pull it away.
but!
It happened by accident.
Snapped!
Little Zverev's right hand, which was about to be pulled away, was firmly grasped, and he froze for a moment—
Gawain tightly grasped Zverev's right hand, then adjusted slightly, and completed the handshake with the correct posture, expressing politeness and respect.
At the same time, Gawain stared wide-eyed and looked at little Zverev sincerely, as if a kindergarten teacher was teaching children the correct way to shake hands:
Shake your hands once, twice.
Clenched tightly.
Also, look, you need to look into the other person's eyes, maybe there is no need to speak, but eye contact is very important, this is etiquette.
do you understand?
Gao Wen taught the young Zverev the correct way to shake hands after the game, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a very patient and friendly way:
Little Sasha, have you learned it now?
Zverev Jr.: …
Gao Wen didn't get any response, and he didn't mind, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a bright smile, and he spoke first.
"Do better next time."
Zverev Jr.: …
But Gawain didn't wait for little Zverev to respond, and shook his hand again, with a slight force on the palm of his hand, expressing the movement of shaking hands through strength.
Let go, turn around, take a step.
Gao Wen walked towards the referee, showed a smile, shook hands after the game, expressed his thanks, and then went straight to his players' rest area.
Little Zverev was left alone, messed up in the wind—
What... what's going on?
Little Zverev kept his right hand hanging in mid-air, his eyes were full of question marks, like a fool, looking left and right, his brain seemed to have lost the ability to process information.
After a full two beats, little Zverev's brain started to work again. He couldn't believe what just happened, and looked down at his palm in a daze. ....
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