Looking at Rashid who had so many things to say in front of him, the last string of reason in Dimitrov's mind broke, and the words rushed out.
"Yes, you thought Gawain was going to use me, you thought Gawain was going to frame me, you thought everyone in the world was trying to stop my progress and growth."
"But if as a coach you are blinded by your own biases and can't even see my situation, then I don't know what I can continue to learn from you."
"Maybe, Roger, we should end this partnership."
Rashid's face was full of astonishment.
Dimitrov was also a little surprised. He really didn't want to say it in such a way. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly, showing a look of pain; but it was hard to hold back...
Then, Dimitrov closed his eyes, and instead of apologizing or giving in as usual, he gritted his teeth and spoke out in one breath.
"I don't know, Roger, I don't know either, but everything I just said was true."
Opening his eyes again, Dimitrov looked at Rashid, whose face was full of shock and unwillingness. He wanted to say something, but he finally softened his heart.
He knew that Rashid could no longer listen. Similarly, Rashid also thought that he had refused to accept opinions. This also meant that their communication had reached a dead end. It was obvious that the two were still talking and communicating, but everything was gone.
it is invalid.
Pu Lan nodded, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. If you don't want to tell it, you can trust my ability to keep it secret."
Then, Dimitrov took a step forward, leaving Rashid standing alone, messy in the wind.
Dimitrov's footsteps were hurried and he ran away in a somewhat embarrassed manner, just wanting to get away as quickly as possible.
Rashid noticed that Dimitrov was hesitant to speak, as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Gregor, you need to calm down, these words just now are not your thoughts, they are what John instilled in you.
Misconception, you need to regain your sense and think about what is going on."
After all, her inner thoughts were spoken out, but Pulan was a little worried. She was not sure how Dimitrov would react, so she quickly added another sentence.
But, does it look familiar?
Dimitrov's footsteps had already passed by, but he came back again, bent down and looked at his profile.
Dimitrov waved his hands repeatedly, his smile revealing a bit of bitterness, "Emily...can you not tell Gawain?"
Not far away, a few fans turned their heads and noticed the movement here——
There was no greenery or shade around the training ground, so there was no way to hide her whereabouts. She was like an ostrich, burying her head in the sand but not caring about her exposed body.
Dimitrov was a little helpless.
"Gregor, this is just my personal opinion. I think maybe you should talk to Gawain. I think Gawain won't mind, but will give you some opinions."
"By the way, my coming to Roland Garros is also a surprise. Gawain doesn't know about it."
Dimitrov reacted, and the smile on his lips rose, looking a little helpless, "Have you heard everything?"
"Haha." Pulan couldn't help laughing happily.
Pulan knew that emotion, a kind of weariness and also a kind of discouragement.
"Uh..." Dimitrov thought seriously, "I think it's very possible."
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"...Emily?"
Those who looked at him found a reasonable explanation before they had time to doubt. Dimitrov's female fans are also a powerful force in the tour.
The end of the words was slightly longer, and Pu Lan was also a little hesitant. She and Dimitrov were not that familiar. After all, the two of them had met only a limited number of times, and their position at this moment seemed awkward. She was not even sure whether she should give it to her.
Dimitrov's opinion, but she said it anyway.
Including themselves.
Dimitrov was chewing Pulan's words carefully, and then his attention was dragged back. Looking at Pulan, who had a somewhat reserved and shy expression, a smile crept up to the corner of his mouth. It was not helpless or bitter, but a kind of sincerity.
Sincerely happy, he also made a little joke.
At this time, Dimitrov returned to his usual gentle appearance, but there was a sense of tiredness in the corners of his eyes and shoulders. It was not anger, sadness, or loss, but simple fatigue, as if he had just completed a five-hour game.
During a marathon, I don’t even have the energy to vent my emotions.
Looking at Dimitrov who was eager to try, Plan blinked and said, "Gregor, are you sure? Are you sure the result wasn't that we were scared?"
Pu Lan was alert at the first moment and immediately raised his voice, "Gregor, thank you for giving me your autograph."
As he spoke, Pu Lan also made a gesture of zipping up his mouth.
Pulan grinned, "Sorry."
Dimitrov really didn't have the heart to worry about others hearing their conversation and spreading the word. His only idea now was to quickly enter the training ground and temporarily put all the troubles behind him. His eyes just passed over that
Figure, if you don’t pause, you will miss it.
Pullan bared his teeth in annoyance, turned around, showed an awkward smile to Dimitrov, tugged at the barbed wire fence of the training ground with his fingers, and gently pulled it twice, "The greening of Roland Garros still needs to be strengthened.
"
After turning a corner, Dimitrov entered the passage between the two training grounds.
The space was narrow, and at a glance, Dimitrov could see an embarrassed figure standing facing the court with his back to the aisle, his head slightly lowered to cover his face, trying to hide his whereabouts.
Amidst the noise of hunting, one can hear Rashid's furious words, "You will regret it," and a series of unpleasant swear words mixed in. You don't even need to see it with your own eyes to picture Rashid's ferociousness in your mind.
His face, waving arms, and voice are like sharp blades that can still hurt people even without physical contact.
All attempts are in vain.
"But……"
"Also, you have arranged some surprise activities. In fact, I can cooperate with you. For example, let's scare Gawain. I think that is a good idea."
The words swirled on the tip of the tongue, but they were all swallowed in the end. They were just beating the wall, and there was no point in continuing to communicate. Then Dimitrov shook his head gently, "Roger, Gawain is still waiting for me.
"
In twos and threes, fans who were watching Gawain's training rushed over and greeted Dimitrov one after another.
Pulan naturally distanced himself and was blocked by the crowd. He smiled at Dimitrov through the turbulence, gave a thumbs up, and said silently, "Come on in training!"
Dimitrov's mood also brightened a little, and surrounded by fans, he took steps toward the training ground.
Pullan let out a long breath and took another step towards the barbed wire fence. He found a space in the corner and looked at Gawain sweating on the court. He was concentrated and undistracted, bathed in the golden sunshine, like Apollo.