Feeling Gawain's gaze, Pulan did not dodge or escape this time, but stood on the spot calmly and shouted loudly.
Just like a fanatical fan——
Today, she came to Roland Garros just to tell Gawain this. No matter what the game situation is, no matter what difficulties he faces, she will always stand behind him and fight side by side with him.
He is not alone.
However, these words, when expressed in words, seem awkward and disgusting, and instead appear to be frivolous. It would be better to show them with actual actions, a smile, a look, and a cheerleading team.
She doesn't need Gawain's response, because she doesn't want Gawain to be distracted, delay his training schedule in order to take care of her, or break his daily routine in order to accompany her. She just needs Gawain to feel that power. It's enough.
Therefore, Pulan did not avoid it, but stood among the fans and shouted heartily.
Brilliantly, happily, and firmly facing Gawain's gaze.
"Bah! Gawain!"
Two high fives and one shout.
She had wanted to do this before when she was watching the game in front of the TV, but she always felt a little silly cheering at home alone. Now she was finally able to break free and shout along with the fans.
Feels great.
Under the sun, Gawain's movements paused slightly, unable to turn a corner. He subconsciously took two steps forward, and then his screams lost control.
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
The sky was overwhelming and the crowd was boiling. The fans in the corner near the direction of Gao Wen's advance all fell into madness, and their screams completely broke free of their restraints.
You can even feel that other players around you are rushing towards this corner. They just want to get closer to Gawain, and get closer. Even just feeling the hot sweat at a close distance is enough to make them fly into the flames.
The billowing heat wave spread like this.
Bare teeth and claws.
Gawain could clearly feel the licking of the hot flames on the surface of his skin, and his goosebumps screamed like crazy. He immediately caught the surging crowd in his peripheral vision, reacted immediately, and stopped in place.
In the crowd, Gawain's eyes were fixed on that figure.
Although Gawain's head was full of question marks at this time, and he obviously didn't understand the situation in front of him, he looked at Pulan quietly, and through the contact of his eyes, he could feel the joy and happiness hidden in it, overflowing bit by bit.
There were crowds of people around, but Pu Lan was still focused on her movements, shouting for support without thinking about anything. Even if the noise around her swallowed her up, she still steadfastly beat her hands and shouted to her heart's content.
Then, the corners of Gawain's mouth also rose together with the corners of Pulan's mouth, outlining a similar arc. Hot energy and vitality slowly poured into his heart, and the small universe seemed to be burning again.
Pulan saw it. She saw Gawain's eyes and Gawain's smile. Then, all the fans around him had lost their minds. They also saw the slight curve of the corners of Gawain's mouth, and screams broke out.
Incredible energy, tearing apart the shackles and soaring into the sky.
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
The hustle and bustle surrounded the entire training ground.
But Pulan didn't care at all, she just looked at Gawain with a smile, and Gawain looked back with a smile, their eyes colliding in the air.
Plop.
Plop.
They seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats. All the noise and turbulence disappeared briefly, and the moment condensed into eternity. Then the noise came back from far to near, filling the quiet void in their ears again, and they clearly felt the scene.
The heat and madness.
An eye contact is enough.
Gawain stopped and did not continue to move forward after all. Instead, he turned around and walked back, raising his hand to signal to Dimitrov:
Training continues.
Staring at Gawain's back, Pulan's heart surged uncontrollably, and then she jumped up again, supporting him more devotedly and enthusiastically.
"Bah! Gawain!"
No matter what behemoths and monsters are lurking in the fog ahead, they will fight side by side together, bravely challenge them, and fight to the end.
My mood just soared.
The sunshine in Roland Garros today, which is not bright, seems to be a little more refreshing in early summer. When you close your eyes, you can feel the breeze mixed with the water vapor of the Seine blowing on your face, your skirts are flying, your steps are brisk, and the bustling laughter and laughter
The chants filled the street corner cafes.
On the court.
Dimitrov, who was standing on the opposite side of the net, did not return to the baseline immediately after hitting the net.
A second ago, he was looking at Gawain's backhand straight through with a look of astonishment on his face. He couldn't believe that his shot could still be saved. He was amazed and confused.
The next second, he noticed something unusual about Gawain. He followed Gawain's line of sight and took a moment to see that familiar face.
A meaningful smile appeared on Dimitrov's lips, and he continued to stand where he was. However, he unexpectedly discovered that Gawain did not come forward to greet Pulan, but instead returned to the court, preparing to continue practicing——
Actually!
If it were Dimitrov, this would never happen!
Then Dimitrov made a gesture and called Gawain to come forward.
Gawain didn't know why, he thought something had happened to Dimitrov's place, so he trotted forward and saw the stern and solemn expression on Dimitrov's face, and even Gawain became serious.
Dimitrov closed the distance and whispered in Gawain's ear.
"Haven't you heard? If you show affection on the training ground, you will be given a yellow card. If you do it again, you will receive a red card and you will have to leave the training ground."
Gawain was slightly stunned and glanced at Dimitrov for no apparent reason.
Dimitrov couldn't hold back, and the smile crept up to the corners of his eyes little by little.
Gawain finally reacted and was speechless for a while.
It was rare for Dimitrov to see Gawain's deflated appearance, and he laughed heartily.
Gawain leaned forward slightly, got close to Dimitrov's ear, and very gently and politely... cursed.
Dimitrov didn't realize it at all. He paused, and then laughed even more wildly. He was just laughing. Such a scene was really rare. But looking at the smile that rose at the corner of Gawain's mouth, Dimitrov couldn't help but laugh.
My husband knew that Gawain was also joking with him.
Around the training ground, fans were confused and had no idea what the two men were doing.
But for the fans, this has no impact. Even if they don't know what they are talking about, as long as they see some disturbance on the scene, they will not hesitate to scream and roar. Their amazing lung capacity makes people doubt that they are
Not through professional lung training——
So, is it the same for those fanatical fans when they see their idols? They don’t care what the idols do, even if they just wipe their sweat and take a drink of water, they can still trigger a screaming frenzy?