"Hey, good morning, I just took a glance and thought I saw it wrong. Where is Gregor, is he still warming up in the gym?"
Gawain came towards him, showed a friendly smile and waved.
Sharapova was wearing sunglasses, her eyes could not be seen at all, and her facial expression hidden in the shadows was blurry. She glanced in the direction of Gawain.
"He will be here soon." There was no problem with the cold voice, just like ice cubes. In New York this year, the heat relief effect was immediate, and goosebumps started to form in an instant.
Gawain didn't mind, "Ha, I'll come over to him later. If he needs sparring, Mike and I have time today."
"Yeah." Sharapova still refused to speak.
This scene actually made Gawain laugh, "You don't need to be so vigilant, I'm not here to fight with you."
Sharapova was stunned for a moment, but she still replied firmly, "I know."
Later, Sharapova realized that Gao Wen was joking, but Gao Wen's words had already continued, "Injuries are indeed a very bad thing. Although it is a part of our lives, it should not be taken for granted.
But, at least I am there to accompany you when you get hurt."
With that said, Gawain raised his right ankle——
We were just training this morning, so my ankles were not thickly bandaged, but I still wore ankle braces and socks, which still looked a little bulky.
This time, Sharapova understood Gawain's complaint and couldn't hold it back, the corners of her mouth raised.
Gawain's eyebrows also stretched.
"I know you have your persistence, you have your fight, and obviously, you also have your considerations."
"But I am Gregor's friend, so I still stand on his side. Thank you for coming here. I know it is not easy for you, but Gregor needs you, at least, than
As a friend, he needs your company even more."
In her simple words, there was a bit of ridicule and a bit of complaint. Sharapova could hear that she was trying to say something, but this was really not her character.
She wanted to say that she had her career, her goals and pursuits, and that she was not just Dimitrov's girlfriend; but Gawain also understood these words, and what Gawain really meant was, Dimitrov
Mitrov is not just Sharapova's boyfriend, he also has his career.
Mixed thoughts were surging in her mind. After hesitating, she said again, "I know."
The same words, but with different emotions this time, you can hear her softness. The eyes hidden behind the sunglasses still cannot see the change in expression, but the lines of her jaw and shoulders have relaxed slightly.
Sharapova raised her chin and looked at Gao Wen, "I don't know how to help him."
"Haha." Gawain chuckled, "Just use your own way. Believe me, deep down in your heart, you know it. Occasionally let go of your reason and believe in the guidance of emotion. This is enough, just like today
, you showed up here, I think this is the right choice."
Sharapova really needs some encouragement——
She's not good at this.
She was used to being strong, used to being independent, and used to solving all problems by herself, so much so that she temporarily forgot that she was not good at everything.
Looking at Gao Wen, a "thank you" rolled in her throat, but she couldn't say it out. Sharapova was still not good at expressing her true emotions.
"You should believe her."
Sharapova spoke, but her words were meaningless.
Gawain blinked, and for a while he really didn't understand what Sharapova meant.
Sharapova was a little embarrassed, but fortunately her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses. She took a shallow breath and continued.
"I believe that she was aware of what she was about to face when she chose to appear in the players' box, but she still did not back down."
"We all know that this is just the beginning, and the media will never stop it. No matter you try to hide it or make it public openly, as long as the heat is still there, they will never let go easily."
"You can't protect her forever."
"So, instead of spreading your wings to protect her all the time, you should trust her, stay by her side, and face the media with her."
"Sometimes, girls are stronger than you think."
It turned out to be Pulan.
So, is this considered a courtesy?
The corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised, "I know."
One sentence made Sharapova's expression freeze again.
"Haha." Gawain laughed out loud, "I understand what you mean. I have always believed in her. Her intelligence, strength, and boldness are all the reasons why I like her."
"But you're right."
"Those reporters are like crows. They are endless. She needs to face them. After facing them honestly, she will realize that these crows can only crow."
"Quack. Quack."
Sharapova:…
What was this feeling that was speechless, funny, absurd and humorous? But to be honest, she was not repulsed, at least not disgusted.
And... crows?
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed vivid.
The corners of Sharapova's mouth relaxed slightly, and her words became more relaxed. "Does the reporter know that you describe them like this?"
Gawain lightly shrugged, "I think they know."
Sharapova paused, but this time she couldn't control the corners of her mouth and raised them completely.
Then, Dimitrov's voice came from the direction of the entrance to the training ground, "Hey, man, why are you here? I thought your training appointment today was in the afternoon."
As soon as he came over, Dimitrov gave Gawain a big hug, and his good mood could be seen from his expression to his movements.
"I came here specially to chat with Maria." Gawain said with a serious face.
Sharapova exuded an aura of "you're just talking nonsense". She didn't know if she was rolling her eyes under her sunglasses, but it made Gawain laugh even more happily.
Dimitrov didn't think too much and showed a big smile, "Welcome, welcome. She said yesterday that she was considering whether to go to your game tomorrow."
Sharapova did not expect that Dimitrov would betray her by changing hands, "Gregor!"
Dimitrov laughed twice, "She is just worried about Emily. You know, those media are so annoying. Even now, as long as the two of us show up, they still won't let us go easily. She
I'm worried that Emily won't be able to adapt, after all, Emily is not as strong as me."
"You?" Gawain gently raised his chin, and then saw Dimitrov making a Hulk transformation action, trying to show off his muscles, Gawain reluctantly nodded, "Yes, yes, you are the best
strong."
Sharapova silently turned her head and looked to the other side, pretending not to see these two people.
Gawain ignored it, but patted Dimitrov on the shoulder, "Do you need a sparring partner?"
Dimitrov spread his hands and said, "Sorry, mine belongs to Domi today. You may need to make an appointment in advance."
Gawain shook his head repeatedly with a sullen expression, "No wonder Duomi rejected me, ah, I'm so angry."
At this moment, Tim happened to push open the door to the training ground. In an instant, he noticed the sights coming from him. His movements could not help but stiffen, and his head was full of question marks:
