At the entrance of the Philippe Chartier Stadium, the crowds of people coming and going were slightly sparse, it could even be said to be withering——
This is not surprising.
The event has fully entered the quarter-final stage. Although the youth group, wheelchair group, and Hall of Fame group competitions are also starting in different venues, the main events of the adult group have all gathered in three large stadiums. Roland Garros’
The crowds became more and more concentrated.
Naturally, the number of spectators wandering around was greatly reduced.
At this moment, the match between Ivanovic and Svitolina has entered the second set. The audience has already sat down neatly to watch the match. The few spectators who missed the first set have also made full use of the rest time between sets.
Entering the stadium quickly, the entrance to the stadium is now deserted.
In twos and threes, here and there, Roland Garros is rarely filled with a leisurely atmosphere of vacation. Floral long skirts, sunglasses and straw hats, beach slippers and cotton and linen shirts, paired with a glass of red wine, Parisians always use their own leisurely style.
Enjoy life with a unique attitude.
The air is filled with the breath of summer.
At the entrance to the VIP passage, a voice stopped Gao Hongli's progress.
"Sir, who are you? Please show your ID."
Gao Hongli was slightly distracted.
Although they tried their best to keep their minds relaxed, Gao Wen's advancement to the quarterfinals at Roland Garros was far beyond expectations, and there was no need to continue to increase the pressure; but deep down, they had to admit that the emotions mixed with tension and anticipation continued to surge.
My mind is full of messy thoughts.
The person involved seemed calm and calm, but the bystanders had sweaty palms and a heartbeat disorder.
The call brought Gao Hongli back to his senses, he raised his head and showed an apologetic smile to the door staff, and then showed the ID hanging around his neck.
As soon as his steps started, he was intercepted again.
"Sir, I'm sorry, this is the Louvre Museum's certificate, not Philippe Chartier's."
Gao Hongli:???
He lowered his head to look at the certificate hanging on his head and read it carefully. Even though he knew nothing about French, he could still understand the name "Louvre".
Then he looked up at the staff in front of him, and his brain briefly stopped——
what happened?
Gao Hongli:……
But the staff ignored it and kept a straight face, showing the seriousness and solemnity of being businesslike and upright.
"Sorry, we can't let you in."
Gao Hongli was stunned for a moment, and then finally remembered.
Today he was in a hurry to go out, and he was completely distracted. He probably took the wrong ID when he was picking up the ID. He remembered that the two IDs were entwined, and he kept reminding himself not to take the wrong one, but he still got the wrong one.
This is also...
Gao Hongli smiled, absurd and helpless, and then apologized to the staff. Obviously, this was completely his mistake.
"Sorry, this is all my fault..."
However, before the words of apology were finished, the staff member in front of him had already raised his chin slightly. Because he was standing on the steps, he showed a condescending attitude, almost looking at Gao Hongli through his nostrils.
"No need to apologize."
"Every day there are scoundrels like you trying to sneak in and pretend to be some big shot, but that doesn't work at Roland Garros."
"At least, I won't be fooled."
There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if Gao Hongli was a scoundrel who wanted to get away with it but was discovered by his sharp eyes.
Gao Hongli didn't like the look in his eyes, and the smile on his lips froze slightly.
"It was my mistake for not carrying the correct documents, but there is no need for you to have such an attitude. I respect your work, but that is not a reason for you to belittle and attack me."
The staff member at the door raised his chin arrogantly and glanced at Gao Hongli contemptuously. Although there was no movement at the corner of his mouth, a faint sneer could be felt.
"If I were you, I would turn around and leave now. There is no need to continue to embarrass myself, otherwise I would call security immediately."
"It's a shame to pretend to be fat. I still have the correct ID, huh."
Gao Hongli was stunned and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
In fact, Gao Hongli has a good temper, but when he sees the other party's eyes and gestures like this, he suddenly becomes angry and feels ridiculous.
However--
Before Gao Hongli said anything, you could see the expressions of the staff changing, and their respectful posture showed the highest etiquette.
The words were interrupted, and Gao Hongli reflexively looked along the staff's line of sight, and then saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
I am familiar with it because I have seen it on TV many times.
They are strangers because they have never really made friends.
Sebastian-Nadal, Nadal's father.
Although Nadal's parents divorced in 2009, they still maintain a good friendship and often accompany Nadal in competitions around the world, especially in the Grand Slams. Nadal's father and mother can often be seen in the player box at the same time.
, sitting in two corners respectively.
"Mr. Nadal."
Before Sebastian could show his ID, the staff took the lead in saying hello.
However, Sebastian still picked up his ID and showed it, but instead of moving forward, he stopped next to Gao Hongli and showed a smile.
"Hey Gao, I'm Sebastian, Rafa's father."
Gao Hongli was a little surprised that Sebastian was the first to introduce himself.
Gao Hongli also returned a smile.
"Just call me Hongli. I know you, I've seen you on TV."
The second half of the sentence is obviously a joke.
Sebastian laughed heartily and joked, "You are the first one who didn't mistake me for Tony. I think we are already friends."
The atmosphere was surging with joy.
Wait, something seems a little wrong, right? Today Gao Wen and Nadal are about to face off, competing head-on for a spot in the top four. Shouldn't Sebastian and Gao Hongli be at war with each other?
However, no, not at all.
Sebastian also took the initiative to make an invitation, "Let's go in together. The children should also finish their warm-up. They will be there soon."
Gao Hongli's smile was a little awkward, "I forgot to bring my ID."
Sebastian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "It's normal, I've forgotten my ID more than once before. If I haven't forgotten my ID three or five times, it means we haven't stayed in the tour long enough."
More than just a team of players?
Sometimes, it often happens that players themselves forget their IDs and even the condition of their equipment.
The most outrageous and funniest thing is that once, Kyrgios forgot to bring his sneakers and swaggered into the court wearing gym slippers. When he was about to change his sneakers, he discovered that there were no sneakers in his equipment bag, and then he wore socks on the court.
He ran quickly and asked his team to get the sneakers quickly.
What’s more, what about documents?
From Sebastian's point of view, this was not a thing at all. The smile on his face completely bloomed, and the hearty smile was as loud as the erhu.
