You guys are just leftovers. Order more water, I’ll splash it on your faces to cool you down, poor thing…” Coco Gauff was suddenly insulted by the staff of a Chinese restaurant while she was sitting at the table. They continuously used harsh words, even wanting to chase her out of the restaurant. “Go away, you American devil, go back to your country and beg… HAHA!” Everyone around booed, the whole restaurant became noisy and chaotic. Gauff stood up, looked straight at the staff’s face and responded with a cold five-word sentence, causing them to immediately kneel down and apologize…

It was supposed to be a quiet evening after a long tournament day. The young American tennis champion, exhausted but content after another hard-fought match, stopped by a small restaurant in the city for dinner. The lights were warm, the place smelled of spice and tea, and she hoped to find a moment of calm before her next competition. But what followed was a moment that would test not her skill, but her spirit.

As she sat at her table waiting for her meal, a few staff members began whispering and laughing from behind the counter. At first, she ignored them, assuming it was just casual conversation. But soon, their voices grew louder, their words sharper. One of them pointed toward her and muttered something that made nearby customers turn and stare. Then, without warning, one worker approached her table, sneering, his tone filled with disdain.

“You people are just leftovers,” he said mockingly. “Order more water — maybe I’ll splash it on your face to cool you down.” The remark sliced through the air, and the restaurant fell silent for a moment before a few uneasy chuckles broke out. The young athlete looked up slowly, trying to process the insult. Her hands trembled slightly, not out of fear, but disbelief.