"I think you and Maria will become very good friends. You two training maniacs should be able to find a common topic of conversation during dinner."
"Oh, are you sure Maria doesn't mind the fact that Serena and I are friends?"
"...Gawain!"
Dimitrov and Gawain walked side by side and were chatting with each other. Suddenly, he was stung by a cold arrow fired by Gawain. His face was speechless, but he looked at Gawain and burst into laughter.
He looked very, very satisfied with his little "revenge", which made Dimitrov very helpless.
At this time, the two people finally took off their usual sportswear and put on their daily casual clothes, walking on the streets of Paris, just like college students, attracting the attention of passers-by because of their tall and slender height; but in the night
Under cover, he has not been recognized yet.
In fact, according to his daily schedule, Gao Wen should be on his way back to the hotel now. After dinner, he and Sampras will watch the game video to prepare for tomorrow's quarterfinals.
As for training, during the competition, in order to avoid exceeding the physical load, we usually practice once a day, and try to avoid additional training at night——
Unless there are special circumstances.
However, Gawain could sense that Dimitrov was still a little depressed and had not been able to fully come out of it.
Life is like that.
Everyone understands the truth; but when you really face it, you still need time and strength to face it, digest it, and solve it. It is far from being able to disappear in a few words; after all, real life is not a Disney animation. When you encounter difficulties, sing a song.
Song can solve the problem, if not, just sing another one.
They are all ordinary flesh and blood.
So, Gawain suggested that he and Dimitrov go out for a drink and deviate slightly from the daily routine——
Of course, it is Dimitrov who is in charge of drinking; Gao Wen has a game tomorrow, so don't touch alcohol tonight.
Dimitrov's first reaction was to refuse.
He was worried about Gawain's next game and repeatedly waved his hands to express that he was fine and there was no need to break his daily routine. He sincerely hoped that Gawain could continue to fight in Paris.
However, Gawain still convinced Dimitrov.
"...You know, I actually used you as an excuse to go out and get some fresh air."
Dimitrov reacted quickly:
Kei Nishikori and Raonic's double win also officially announced that Gawain would miss the year-end finals, just like Dimitrov.
After Dimitrov realized this, he felt very guilty.
He was so immersed in the pain and troubles of his failure that he completely forgot that Gawain was also facing the same loss and bitterness. As a result, he even asked Gawain to come to comfort him, but he did not think about Gawain at all.
"If you feel guilty, then the first drink tonight, no matter what it is, will be paid for by you."
Gawain's words made Dimitrov regain his smile, and then they left the stadium——
Of course, they informed Tobias.
If it were other players, Tobias might be worried about going out during the game? Is this inappropriate? What about the preparation rhythm and daily biological clock? What should I do if it affects the next day's game?
But if it is Gawain, Tobias is very relieved, he knows that Gawain is measured; moreover, Dimitrov is also a player who knows when enough is enough.
Gao Wen also sent text messages to Sampras and Peart. Neither of them had any concerns. They directly replied "I understand" and didn't ask any more questions.
So, the two big men appeared on the streets of Paris, walking under the tall plane trees, blowing in the late autumn night, covered with a layer of colorful neon cream, and faintly able to catch the water vapor on the banks of the Seine in the wind
The figures that drifted away and came and went in a hurry never stopped.
"...Actually, you have all misunderstood. Serena and I are also friends, and Maria has no objection to this."
"Gregor, are you sure?"
Dimitrov looked at Gawain's eyes with a melon-eating expression on his face, and felt helpless for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back, "Why didn't I know you were so gossipy?"
"Didn't you find out today?"
Dimitrov was shocked by Gawain's uprightness. He stared at Gawain with wide eyes and could not say a word.
Gawain laughed happily, pushed open the door in front of him, and greeted Dimitrov, "Here we are, this is the place I told you."
Dimitrov finally came to his senses and followed quickly, "Gawain, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless person!"
It was obviously a complaint, but Dimitrov's complaint had no power at all. He was still too nice.
Gawain did not refute, but pinched his cheek, "Tell me, who has thicker skin than the Great Wall?"
Dimitrov:...Shocked.
"Haha." Gawain laughed wildly, "This is the tavern I told you about. I particularly like the atmosphere here."
As he spoke, he headed to the bar.
"Good evening."
Gawain greeted him skillfully in French. The bartender who was busy at the bar raised his head, and his expressionless face immediately brightened.
"Hey Gawain, my man."
"Mud Howl, Mud Howl, Boots?"
Reciprocity was reciprocated, and the bartender immediately searched for the remaining Chinese memories in his mind in response. As he spoke, he cast a look of help at Gawain, which made Gawain laugh happily, and then the bartender continued talking cheerfully.
"Welcome back to Paris, are you going to dine or drink tonight? Let me tell you, the clams tonight are very fresh and our chef is particularly pleased."
Dimitrov opened his eyes wide and looked at Gawain, who was chatting happily with the bartender. Then the other two waiters on the scene also came over to say hello. You said "mud howl" and I said "
"Mud Howl", the scene was particularly lively.
Dimitrov was greatly shocked——
Isn’t it true that Parisians are very arrogant and cold? He has lived in Paris for so many years, but he has never seen Parisians so enthusiastic.
Gawain introduced Dimitrov enthusiastically, and then greeted him lively. After getting the waiter's recommendation, Gawain finished ordering directly at the bar, and then went to an empty seat to sit down.
Dimitrov felt dizzy for a while, as if he had just experienced a storm, and for a moment he didn't know what happened:
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
The focus of his collapsed eyes is issuing soul torture.
Then Dimitrov finally regained some sense and said, "Gawain, do you come here often?"
Gawain said mysteriously, "Actually, I opened this tavern."
Dimitrov blinked, "I see..."
You actually believe it like that?
Gawain pretended to smile mysteriously, trying to hold back his smile, allowing this beautiful misunderstanding to continue, but he still couldn't hold it back after all.
Phew.
Seeing Gawain's smile fully blooming, Dimitrov realized that he had been fooled. A curse word had reached the tip of his tongue, but he still swallowed it, rubbed his face hard, and let out a long sigh, feeling depressed and confused.