"Obviously, our lovely Yannick still needs some time to adapt to the whole situation."
McEnroe is an old naughty boy.
His eyes were shining with excitement, and he was even more excited than the program crew and the Nike production team, looking like he was gearing up.
Gawain stared at Cinna on the monitor screen——
I was confused and full of questions, but I couldn't keep up with the changing rhythm of the situation, so I didn't have time to organize my thoughts, so I was just pushed along.
So, with the encouragement from the eyes of my mother and brother, I completed my signature. The gesture of signing one stroke at a time was like a child doing homework. Even if I can't see it, I can imagine the effect of the signature. It should be very regular and neat.
, full of sincerity.
Involuntarily, a slight smile appeared in Gawain's eyes, a little bit relieved and a little bit excited.
Then, Gao Wen slightly tilted his body in the direction of McEnroe and raised his head in agreement.
"Indeed, it will take a little time, no more, no less. Six years should be enough."
Six years?
McEnroe didn't follow Gawain's train of thought. He was stunned for a moment, and it took him a full beat to react -
The age difference between Gawain and Cinna is exactly six years. They are making fun of Cinna, but in fact they are also mocking themselves:
I laugh at myself for only having fans last year, and at myself for still not being able to adapt to the cheers and support of fans.
Simple words, but full of wisdom and humor.
"Ha ha."
McEnroe clapped his hands, laughed, and shook his head.
"Gawain, playing tennis really limits your performance."
"Well, I think so too."
McEnroe turned his head and looked at Gao Wen with a serious face. He nodded solemnly in agreement, and his laughter became even more cheerful. The hearty laughter was deafening.
Not to mention McEnroe, even the production team burst into laughter.
McEnroe seemed eager to give it a try, his thoughts sped up, he turned to look at the production team, and quickly reminded him.
"We need to speed up a little bit, otherwise Yannick and the others will notice something is wrong."
Pranks also require timing.
The production team's ideas were consistent with McEnroe's, and they nodded in agreement, "We have made arrangements."
In terms of program production, Gao Wen's experience and professionalism were obviously inferior to McEnroe's. At this time, his attention was completely focused on the monitor screen.
He immediately realized the meaning of McEnroe's words.
After waiting for the waiter to leave, Xinner's expression was always filled with confusion——
What the hell is going on?
At a glance, it was clear that Sinner had noticed an anomaly and that the whole thing did not make sense. However, it seemed that a key was missing and there was no way to piece together the whole picture.
After all, you are still too young.
On the contrary, Sieglinde and Mark, who were sitting next to them, didn't think much about it. They didn't think it was a big deal, it was just a small episode. They were chatting in a lively manner, with their relaxed expressions and clear eyes.
It can be seen that they are really relaxed and enjoying themselves.
It looked like I was on vacation at the beach.
No matter what, they must seize the time and push forward the entire event before Sinner figures it out.
McEnroe withdrew his gaze and glanced at Gao Wen, "What would you do if it were you?"
Gawain thought about it seriously, "For a while, it will be difficult for me to see the clues. After all, I have never experienced it, but if I say it, I will take the initiative."
"Oh? How to attack?"
"I will go directly into the restaurant, find the restaurant manager and chef, express my gratitude, say that today's lunch experience was very good, say that it is an honor for me, hope to express my gratitude face to face, and then see how they are doing, what the conversation feels like, etc.
Wait, maybe we can get some clues."
"Oh, oh oh oh, frontal breakthrough."
McEnroe started to make noises, with an expression on his face that he was not too worried about the excitement, and even Gawain smiled and made a self-deprecating joke.
"A personality like mine is actually not suitable for a show. Either it will ruin the surprise of the show, or it will play a trick on me. The show team will probably have a headache."
McEnroe laughed again.
During the conversation, another change appeared on the monitor——
The program team moved quickly, sensing that Sinner might be aware of the abnormality, and stepped up their follow-up actions to prevent Sinner from catching any clues.
Rustling.
There was a surge at the scene.
This restaurant is located in Roland-Garros. Customers who come and go like it very much, not because the food is particularly delicious, but because of its unique location.
It is facing the street, and there is a constant flow of people at the entrance. There is a ticket window diagonally opposite, and you can go to the window to collect your tickets at any time. When you enter the restaurant, it is a unique place. In addition to the indoor location, there is also a small garden at the back, where you can choose to sit in the open air.
Enjoy the sunshine.
In the garden, in addition to rockeries and flowers, there is also a clay court for entertainment purposes——
Guests dining here can leave at any time if they want to experience the texture of the clay on the playing field and the feeling of hitting the ball.
More importantly, at the far end of this stadium, separated by a small passage, is a formal competition venue. It is not a large stadium, but a small stadium with three rows of seats on each side, often filled with unseeded players.
However, it is still the official venue of the French Open.
In other words, when dining here or having afternoon tea, you can still vaguely see the grand scene of the game through the barbed wire fence and feel the atmosphere of the French Open.
Thanks to this, this restaurant is indeed extremely popular; in addition, the food prices have not been deliberately increased, and are basically the same as restaurants in central Paris. Spectators who come to watch the game are often very happy to come here to have a meal.
Formal lunch, experience the feeling of having a picnic in the countryside and watching the game.
At this time, the Sinner family was sitting in the back garden. Due to their location, Sinner's back was to the practice field, so he could not see what was going on above the court.
Then, before Sinner could sort out his thoughts, other guests in the restaurant noticed the excitement on the training ground and looked up one after another——
What appeared was a group of caddies.
Wearing the official caddy uniforms of the French Open, they swarmed into the practice court like a tidal wave, kicking up a slight cloud of dust.
Although there was not much movement, due to the large number of people, it easily attracted the peripheral vision, including Sieglinde and Mark, who also noticed the abnormality.
So, what happened?
The group of caddies came to the center of the court, then pulled up a banner and wrote:
"Yannick Sinner, we love you!"
The restaurant patrons were all confused and didn't know why, because they had never heard of this name. Many people whispered to each other and secretly guessed:
Is it a special event to propose marriage? Are they about to witness a happy marriage?
However, Mark's jaw was almost dislocated, and his eyeballs seemed to fall out. He tried to make a sound, but there was no sound. He could only keep looking back at Sinner, signaling with his eyes and movements:
Look, look!
Xinner didn't know why, and muttered "What's wrong?", but still turned his head obediently——
