There are clouds in the sky, the thin sunlight is slowly falling, and the air is filled with the coolness of late spring and early summer. It seems that time has also stopped for a while in the cafe on the corner, and everything has slowed down.
However, this still failed to stop the enthusiasm of the audience from pouring into Roland Garros. Today, the men's and women's singles quarter-finals in the other half of the zone will begin -
In men's singles, Djokovic and Murray will appear to defend the majesty of the giants.
In women's singles, Serena Williams is ready to hit the semi-finals.
Although it was slightly inferior to yesterday's lineup of Federer, Nadal, Gawain, the Bryan brothers, Ivanovic, and Wawrinka, and the audience traffic dropped slightly, it was still noisy.
After all, all the top four in singles and doubles will be decided, which also means that the Grand Slam competition is about to enter the final sprint. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year.
The audience's enthusiasm continued to surge.
Being among the crowd, Pu Lan was a little nervous.
She kept convincing herself that no one would notice her existence at all, and that she was just an ordinary member among thousands of viewers.
But...you have a guilty conscience.
She did not inform Gawain of her arrival, so she naturally did not enter the training ground. It was supposed to be a surprise, but now she is in a dilemma.
Why did she run away? What was going on with this kind of nervousness and anxiety that made a thief worry about being caught so much that his heart almost exploded?
Screams and expressions of love were heard one after another, and even the sight of Gawain wiping his sweat could trigger a group of uncontrollable shouts and gasps of "hiss, hiss, hiss". The atmosphere at the entire scene was really hot.
Pu Lan exclaimed, turned around and ran away. The surging crowd didn't notice her departure at all, and filled the empty space again with a roar.
She believes that as the tournament enters the final stage and the audience traffic becomes more and more concentrated, with people generally gathering at Philippe Chartier and Susan Lenglen, the attention of the training ground will inevitably decrease.
At this moment.
Oops!
Obviously, Pulan came here for Gawain.
"Gregor..."
After actually arriving at the scene, Pu Lan still couldn't control his nervousness. Things seemed a little different from what he imagined -
She knew that her purpose in coming to Roland Garros today was not simple, so she naturally became nervous, lest her abnormality would attract attention.
"Gawain, I love you!"
On non-match days, Gao Wen maintains the intensity of two training sessions a day, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. This is just the batting time on the court, and there are additional gym training and basic training, etc.
bass.
Therefore, Pu Lan was going to Roland Garros and told Gawain personally:
He is not fighting alone.
The tennis ball rolled to the corner of the court, and Gawain walked towards the corner of the barbed wire fence to pick up the ball. As a result, the screams around him got out of control, and the barbed wire also clanged.
Gawain is training.
Yesterday's match was extremely tight and arduous. It was comparable to the Australian Open final. Even standing in front of the TV and watching it, I almost suffocated, let alone the person involved who personally experienced this ups and downs and fierce battle?
Pu Lan thought that Gawain needed a little support.
Pu Lan feels a little weird——
She thought that she was traveling in a low-key manner today, trying to avoid being discovered and exposed as much as possible. Not wanting to be discovered by reporters or fans was a small matter, but it was a big deal to avoid distracting Gawain and affecting tomorrow's semi-finals.
But--
Standing in the middle of a crowd of wildly enthusiastic fans drooling over Gawain, Pullan wasn't sure whether he should take the risk of revealing his identity.
Just at this pause, Pulan saw a figure emerging from behind Dimitrov——
Continuously.
Climbing steadily.
Pulan was about to say hello, but the words swirled on the tip of his tongue and he stopped again.
His coach, Rashid.
Pulan was a little surprised.
For example, Serena Williams, who is currently warming up for Philippe Chartier's first game, should have more fans around the training ground.
With his tall and straight posture and handsome face, he stands out among the crowd and can easily attract the attention of others without any effort.
The sound directly exploded on the eardrums, Pulan felt nervous for no reason, and then caught Gawain's sight.
The entire training ground was surrounded by crowds.
"...What do you think of yourself? A sparring partner who comes and goes when you call him? Gregor, you are one of the top ten players in the world."
Something doesn't seem quite right, right?
Rashid lowered his voice. Obviously, he also realized that this was a public place. Although the fans basically gathered around the training ground and there were only a few scattered figures in the aisle, he still needed to pay attention, so he controlled his emotions.
, but the words still dispersed in the wind.
Dimitrov.
Dimitrov also seemed a little angry, stopped and said something back.
Pulan and Rashid did not know each other, they had only seen each other from a distance in the training ground, but at that time, she could feel that Rashid's whole body seemed very tense; looking at them from a distance today, Pulan also
I'm not sure if it was my own preconception, but I always felt that Rashid was a little nervous too.
On the one hand, people have watched the training many times and there is no freshness; on the other hand, the exciting competition is more attractive.
However.
He stepped forward slightly, and before he could reach the training ground next door, Pulan saw a familiar figure of Yushu Linfeng at a glance——
The increasingly explicit rooster crows awakened certain images in Pu Lan's mind -
"Then what you mean is that players who are ranked outside the top 100 in the world can be treated casually as sparring partners without respecting them, right?"
Rashid quickly caught up with Dimitrov and spoke with a little anxiety, and a little anger could be caught in his hurried tone.
In the blink of an eye, Pu Lan was completely knocked out of the crowd. He stood there blankly, his cheeks burning hot, and he was a little at a loss.
Pulan stood there, her mind filled with questions, and then turned to look at the surging crowd behind her. Maybe she needed to be quiet and collect her thoughts.
Gawain stood on the court and paused, thinking he was dazzled.
But I didn't expect that Gao Wen, who had no competition mission today and was just doing daily training, still attracted a large number of spectators and the scene was very lively.
Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhh...
"oh!"
His cheeks instantly became hot. Looking at Gawain running on the court, Pulan felt a little shy and annoyed, and patted his head heavily:
This mind is full of yellow waste! What’s going on!
So, shouldn't she say hello to Dimitrov?
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Rashid choked.
Dimitrov's character still didn't like conflicts. After stabbing Rashid, his expression softened, but because he was still angry, he couldn't bow his head and apologize, so he complained coldly.
"Besides, I am no longer among the top ten in the world. Have you forgotten?"
Rashid was stunned, looked at Dimitrov in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Gregor!"
Although the scene in front of me is not suitable for laughter, why is there an inexplicable sense of joy?
