Staring at the screen of her mobile phone, Emily Pullan was a little lost.
One second ago, my head was thinking about how to edit the text message, but as I thought about it, my mind wandered away. The whole brain was filled with disturbing thoughts, and it was almost about to explode:
Gawain lost, what should she say?
Since they got acquainted, this should be only the second time Gao Wen has lost. The last time was in London, where he lost to Djokovic and ended the entire season.
Then, it's today.
Now, what is Gawain's thoughts, mood and state?
Should she say something?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I’ll be shocked when I understand.
It turns out that Gawain is just like a Cinderella fairy tale. He came out of nowhere in the past six months and wrote incredible miracles one after another. There is no doubt that he is the hottest young genius in the current professional tennis world. With overwhelming news, he stands at the center of the world.
Bathed in light.
Everything looks like another parallel world playing out on the TV screen.
After winning the Australian Open, does he have high expectations for himself and put forward higher demands? Or does he face the pressure from the outside world that is pouring in from all directions?
The momentum of fifteen consecutive victories was stopped in Dubai, and what was it like to encounter a frontal sniper? Will the pressure become more serious or should you breathe a sigh of relief?
The continuously rising winning curve has not been able to continue. How does he view this defeat? How will those journalists encircle and suppress him?
So, what's his status now?
The bustling thoughts filled up the whole brain, so that the chest also swelled up, which made Pu Lan feel frustrated and worried about gains and losses.
She knows nothing about professional sports.
She is worried about Gawain and cares about him. She wants to tell Gawain that no matter what happens, she will always be his supporter and believe in him unswervingly.
But she was not sure whether her "care" was necessary and whether it could help Gawain. She didn't even know whether she should speak -
Maybe, or not?
After all, they are just friends, ordinary friends.
What if she acts so concerned that he misunderstands that she is seeking fame and fortune?
Pulan believed that with Gawain's current popularity and aura, as if he were standing on top of the world, countless women would be willing to take off all their clothes and appear in his bedroom, just hoping to spend the night together without asking for anything in return.
Gawain became a trophy for himself to brag about and show off.
What if he misunderstood her as well, what if he thought their friendship was full of calculations from the beginning?
Thoughts, starting from one point, have already circled the universe in the blink of an eye. There are more and more thoughts in my mind, and it is almost impossible to squeeze them out.
Taking a deep breath, Pulan realized that he had to stop——
The so-called random thoughts are like this. The more you think about it, the more outrageous it becomes. Ideas that usually have no signs or symptoms start to sprout.
If you continue to think about it, things will never end and you will eventually push yourself into the abyss.
Take another deep breath.
Pullan raised his head and looked at the thin sunlight outside the library. There was still no spring in Paris. There was almost no sunlight in the gray sky. The sparse halo tried its best to break free from the shackles of the clouds, revealing some light, but it was thick.
Gray still overflowed.
"...I just watched the game, and your performance was very exciting."
Wrong. Delete.
"A very regrettable match..."
That’s not right either, delete it.
"Your performance was very, very good. You still fought to the last point. You should be proud..."
No, no, no, absolutely wrong, delete it. What kind of tone is this to encourage a puppy?
Maybe, she should remain silent, don't say anything, and pretend that she didn't see today's match at all. After all, when Gao Wen won the Australian Open last time, she sent a congratulatory text message, but she didn't get a reply, right?
She was not disappointed, because she knew that after Gao Wen won the championship, congratulatory messages would be like a flood, and Gao Wen would not be able to respond to them one by one. This is the norm.
So, should this be the case today? Is this the best thing to do?
Pulan let out a long breath, but the disturbing thoughts in his mind still couldn't calm down, and the anxiety about gains and losses made his heart beat wildly.
She doesn't like and isn't used to this kind of herself. She needs the calm and calm version of herself to come back——
"Are you feeling okay?"
Close your eyes, regardless of the situation, just press the send button and send the message. If you continue to hesitate, there will be no results.
It was sent, and it was sent after all.
call.
Pulan let out a long breath, and her heart that was hanging high returned to her chest. Now she could finally calm down and study hard.
Study, study, she still has a report to complete.
but--
I couldn't concentrate, and the anxiety and uneasiness made my stomach burn.
What happened to her?
Out of the corner of his sight, he quietly drifted towards the mobile phone. He paused for a moment, and then Pu Lan reacted:
She knew that bringing her cell phone to the library was a wrong decision.
Buzz!
At this moment, the phone vibrated slightly with a message!
Pu Lan reflexively grabbed the phone and glanced at the screen. Without realizing it, his mood soared, as if he could hear the sound of fireworks exploding in his mind.
But Pulan's attention was entirely on the text message——
It's Gawain.
It is indeed Gawain!
"I'm fine, don't worry. Thank you for your concern."
Word by word, Pu Lan read this sentence over and over again. Since he said it was okay, it should be okay, right? There was no need for her to continue to care, right?
However, my stomach started to burn again, and the rising and falling uneasiness still couldn't stop.
The movements of her fingers were faster than her brain's reaction. Before she had time to think clearly, she had already edited the text message and sent it again.
"are you sure?"
Looking at the message she sent, Pulan was stunned for a moment, and then finally realized that she still couldn't control her impulse.
She cares about Gawain sincerely.
Realizing this, Pu Lan calmed down and regained some composure. However, his eyes were fixed on the screen of his mobile phone and he could not stop.
"Inputting..."
As can be seen in the message dialog box on the mobile phone screen, Gao Wen's avatar shows such a state, and it seems that he is typing a reply.
However, it disappeared immediately, and it seemed that Gawain had deleted all replies.
Pulan:……
Just when I was about to put down my phone, I saw it again——
"Inputting..."
Pu Lan held the phone in both hands and stared at the screen intently, watching the string of ellipses buffering, buffering, and then disappearing again.
call.
Pu Lan took a long breath and put the phone back on the table with the screen facing down. She no longer wanted to pay attention to that dialog box.
Her eyes returned to the book, forcing herself to concentrate, and warned herself that she still had homework to complete, and she must not be distracted at this time.
She has expressed her concern and that is enough. Yes! That is enough!
