The lady with dreadlocks shouted loudly, but amidst the roars and cheers, her voice was undulating like a small boat. It was difficult to find her center of gravity, and she had to continue to wave tightly.
The mobile phone held in the palm of the hand creates waves with its own movements.
"Gawain!"
"Oh, God! Gawain!"
As they shouted, the fans noticed that Gawain and Dimitrov were approaching them, screaming, and completely losing control.
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
All the shouts and sounds were all involved in the mighty screams, crushed to pieces, and in the end there was only a billowing heat wave that continued to burn.
Gao Wen and Dimitrov put their golf bags next to them, stopped, and smiled at the fans in front of them.
Scream and start to twist.
It seemed to have exceeded the limit, exceeding the frequency that human ears can receive, so that the turbulent sound gradually disappeared and gradually became quieter.
Gawain smiled and nodded to the fans, and he and Dimitrov walked directly towards the lady with dreadlocks. He took the initiative to say hello.
"Hey, good afternoon."
"I think you must be Ms. LaWanda, right? It's a great honor to meet you."
The dreadlocked lady covered her mouth, like a girl who saw her idol, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she stared blankly at Gawain.
No sound could be made.
"……Jesus Christ!"
finally!
The dreadlocked lady found her voice, and her slightly trembling voice revealed the emotions that were raging to the point of explosion in her heart.
"you know me?"
"God, Gawain knows me, I can't believe it."
"God, oh, God, forgive me, I really, really want to curse at this moment. I think I must be mentally abnormal."
"Not only did I see Gawain with my own eyes, but Gawain also knew me. If this is a dream, please, don't wake me up, really please."
She is outspoken, cheerful and cheerful. Not only will she not be offended at all, but she is also kind and familiar, just like the neighbor's aunt who has a sharp mouth and a heart.
No need to introduce myself, this must be the popular person in Indian Wells, LaWanda, who has been going around for so many days and finally officially met.
This made Gawain laugh heartily, "Ms. Lawanda, please allow me to introduce you solemnly. This is my good friend, Grigor Dimitrov. Please do not ignore his
Otherwise, he might cry when he gets to the practice field."
A joke that made Dimitrov look at the sky speechlessly, "Gawain!"
Ha ha!
Hahaha!
LaWanda laughed heartily, her ear-splitting smile was as loud as a drum. The vulture that happened to pass overhead was attacked by a sonic wave and fell vertically for two seconds.
Although the adjustment was completed quickly to avoid the crisis of vertical landing, the shaky flight curve can be seen, and the sequelae are very obvious.
"Gregor Grigor Grigor, I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude."
LaWanda opened her arms and gave Dimitrov a solid hug, which was enthusiastic and warm. This was far more direct than words.
"You performed very well in today's game, really very well. Ignore those voices of hatred. They are just jealous of you. Who can refuse you?"
Dimitrov was slightly shy, still not used to the enthusiasm of strangers, but he also teased, "You, you chose Gawain, didn't you?"
"Ha ha!"
LaWanda laughed heartily, but did not deny it. Instead, she looked at Gawain again and covered her chest with her hands.
"Gawain, thank God, I finally see you."
"I love your game, very, very much, and I've always wanted to tell you that in person."
Elegant and generous, without any cover-up.
LaWanda expressed her love so straightforwardly, and that simple and pure emotion was like a warm current, gurgling in her heart.
Even the "abandoned" Dimitrov didn't feel any jealousy when he looked at the sincere and lovely LaWanda in front of him, and his smile rose along with him.
Without words, you can deeply feel that LaWanda truly loves tennis and devotes all her enthusiasm and passion to it.
Maybe LaWanda is not a professional player, but as a fan, she still has no reservations and can even feel the temperature deep in her soul.
This kind of Lawanda is also shining brightly.
Quietly staring at LaWanda in front of him, Dimitrov was a little envious. The purity of his love for tennis was exactly what he missed now. After leaving the doubles arena, he saw LaWanda again, over and over again.
Reminding him:
How did he choose tennis in the first place and how did he enter the professional arena.
The chest is filling up bit by bit.
Now, I can finally understand:
Why has LaWanda been able to grow with Indian Wells for ten years, and why has LaWanda won the love of so many players in Indian Wells?
In just one meeting, Gawain and Dimitrov also fell in love with this lady with dreadlocks.
After saying that, LaWanda showed a big smile and took the initiative to extend the invitation.
"Sorry, I know you are preparing to go to training, but could you please take a photo with me?"
"I really...really...desperately need..."
While talking, Lawanda began to fiddle with her mobile phone, lest she waste too much time and delay Gawain and Dimitrov's training.
But because I was too excited and too eager, my hands shook and I was in a hurry. The more eager I was, the less I could do. The more I couldn't do it, the more eager I became. In the end, the words were silent, and I was completely focused on my mobile phone.
It made a meaningless humming sound.
Immediately, LaWanda also realized her rudeness, and her sunglasses had slipped to the tip of her nose.
"Feel sorry."
"Gawain, I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to delay you. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."
Because of the tension, a thin layer of sweat formed on my forehead and the tip of my nose.
A smile appeared in Gawain's eyes. He did not express comfort, but joked in a warm tone.
"Of course no problem, Ms. LaWanda."
"To be precise, Gregor and I came here specifically to take a photo with you. Now the ATP and WTA combined, we should be the only ones missing, right?"
"We have been jointly excluded by other players. In order to integrate into everyone, I think the two of us need to hurry up. We don't want to become outsiders."
Ha ha!
Not only LaWanda, but other fans around him also laughed and looked at LaWanda with a little bit of envy.
LaWanda had no time to enjoy these envious glances. She was nervous and panicked. She quickly raised her head and pushed up her sunglasses that had slipped due to sweat.
"I'm trying to collect photos of all the top 100 players in the ATP and WTA rankings, but obviously, this is a difficult task."
"Let me see if it's possible to do it in five years."
In a simple sentence, you can see the difference in LaWanda. She not only likes those big-name players, but also likes the sport of tennis——
She likes everyone involved in tennis and everyone who loves tennis, just like she loves the Indian Wells event.
For Indian Wells, and for tennis, it is indeed a blessing to have such fans.