A burst of laughter came from the door of the tavern, noisy and cheerful, breaking the desolation of the late autumn night, and swept a hot wind into the indoor space.
Pulan was a little surprised. His thought pattern while reading was interrupted. He reflexively raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
Then I saw Gawain and Dimitrov standing at the door. The two tall figures stood out from the crowd, but they were surrounded by a group of people.
what happened?
Pu Lan thought that Gawain came alone with his friends, but why did a group of friends suddenly appear at the door?
and--
Signing autographs, taking photos, hugging, these actions don't look like friends at all, but more like fans meeting idols, or passers-by meeting celebrities.
So, what is going on?
Pulan's eyes passed through the entire tavern, looking at Gawain at the door from a distance. Standing under a dim halo, he couldn't actually see the facial features clearly, but he could faintly feel the smile blooming at the corner of his mouth.
Her mood also soared along with it.
As I watched, I felt a little lost in thought.
The night is getting darker.
The "fan service" did not last long. Gao Wen still maintained his rationality and said that he would still have a game tomorrow, and then took steps amidst the cheers.
He reached out and hailed a taxi, and the two of them returned to the hotel where the players were officially designated by the tournament.
Outside the car window, the lights are bright, and the little lights gather together to form a river, gurgling and flowing. The interlacing of light and shadow seems to be able to see the trajectory of time. Those simple buildings, those historical deposits, and those artistic condensations are intertwined.
Together, we carve out the appearance of time.
"Gawain..." Without warning, Dimitrov broke the silence.
"Um?"
"In Paris, I hope you can fight for the championship with all your strength."
"So suddenly?" Gawain's smile slightly raised, "It's just a glass of red wine, you're not drunk, are you?"
"No..." Dimitrov laughed at Gawain's teasing tone.
"Are you sure? John said that you still have hope of going to London." Gao Wen looked at Dimitrov. In fact, the two of them were also direct competitors for the year-end finals seats.
Tobias is very, very nervous. He naturally hopes that both Gawain and Dimitrov will be shortlisted. This is the best result, but the difficulty is extraordinary.
As a result, Dimitrov lost and was eliminated today, which ended this possibility.
If based on the current championship points, Dimitrov is the second substitute, and he also needs to go to London. Unless he voluntarily gives up his qualifications, he must wait in London in case a player is unexpectedly injured and needs to come on as a substitute.
But if Gao Wen reaches the final in Paris or goes further to win the championship, his points will surpass Dimitrov and become a higher-ranking substitute, which also means Gao Wen squeezes Dimitrov's position.
Dimitrov also turned around and said, "Gawain, when I lost the game, I lost my opportunity. If you can keep winning, then the opportunity should naturally belong to you."
Be calm and honest.
Dimitrov's eyes were very clear, and it could be seen that he was not drunk. Although there was still a touch of sadness and loss, it was not as gloomy and confused as at the end of the game.
"What's more, London is London and Paris is Paris. Since you are still winning, here you naturally look forward to going to the end."
"I hope you can fight until the end."
Dimitrov clenched his fists and cheered for Gawain, but he could feel the enthusiasm behind his simple words.
Then, without waiting for Gawain to respond, Dimitrov continued.
"What you just said is right."
"I should make good plans for the offseason. If I missed it this year, it doesn't mean I should miss it next year. Now that the season is over, it means I have two months to prepare for a new beginning."
"If I feel self-satisfied now, then my career goals will be too pathetic."
A small self-complaint successfully made Gawain laugh happily.
Dimitrov's character is not the kind of heroic and wanton publicity. It is very, very difficult to be able to say these words at this moment.
Now that Dimitrov has regained his strength and is ready to move on, Gawain naturally wants to support his friend.
"Perhaps, you can discuss it with Maria and arrange an offseason training plan together. You will both train together in Miami."
"Ah, yes! I never had the chance to introduce you to Maria. How about we train together during the offseason?"
"Didn't Maria mention it to you? I met her once. Wait, no, Maria at that time...well, she probably doesn't remember."
"Huh? Have you met Maria? When did it happen? I have mentioned you in front of Maria more than once, but why has she never mentioned it before?"
"I can only say that it is an ancient story. If you want to hear it, I can tell you that it was a long time ago, a long time ago..."
"So does it mean a century ago? Haha."
When we arrived at the hotel, there was not much time until ten o'clock.
It was a little late for Gao Wen's daily schedule, but Gao Wen was not tired, nor was he uneasy about his daily routine being broken. On the contrary, because he had broken his routine for a long time, he breathed different fresh air, and saw the training ground and gym.
The city scene and the atmosphere of life outside made me feel relaxed and comfortable, and even my steps became lighter.
Farewell to Dimitrov, Gawain returned to his room.
Eee.
Pushing open the door of the room, he was trying to insert the key card into the power supply at the door. The door of the next room had already opened, and Sampras poked his head out of the room.
Late at night, Sampras was wearing a simple sports suit and a pair of reading glasses. The frame of the glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, as if it might fall off at any time.
Usually, Sampras is very resistant to reading glasses, because it reveals his "age", and it is also the last thing he wants to admit now; except when studying player information and watching game videos, Sampras uses all his energy to
Strength is rejecting reading glasses.
At this time, Sampras walked out wearing reading glasses, looking like he was in a hurry.
Gawain was very surprised.
Sampras didn't notice this detail at all, and looked at Gawain with concern, "You're back? Is everything okay?"
"Pete, I'm sorry, it's a little later than expected..." Gawain was about to explain.
But Sampras raised his hand to stop Gawain, "It doesn't matter, I believe you know what's going on. I just want to see when you will come back."
Gawain immediately understood Sampras' concern, and felt a little warm in his heart.
Since high school, he has persevered on his own because his parents are not around and he has to do everything by himself. He has also become accustomed to solving everything by himself; but now, Sampras is by his side and cares about him all the time.
, definitely not just a coach.
Gao Wen smiled at Sampras and said, "Give me five minutes. I'll drink some water and then go over and watch the game video."
Sampras didn't say anything more, turned around and returned to the room. Before the door closed, another sentence came from inside, "Ten minutes doesn't matter, just take your time."