"When I left Heathrow Airport, the sky was still sunny, and I told John that the weather was good, but before I could even finish my words, the heavy rain came down on me, as if there was a hole in the sky..."
"You should really see the look on John's face, he's so happy."
Relaxed, cheerful, friendly, and full of enthusiasm and sincerity, this is a typical Dimitrov, who can always close the distance easily.
On the contrary, in front of the media, Dimitrov always appeared restrained and disciplined, as if wearing a mask of reluctance.
Gawain turned his head and looked over following the sound, and then saw the embarrassed Dimitrov. He couldn't hold back and started laughing.
"Did you get caught in a hurricane and go to Oz?"
Dimitrov wore a pair of white high-top sneakers with gray jeans, but at this time the sneakers were like two boats, and the lower part of the jeans had turned ink color and was completely soaked; even the hem of the beige windbreaker looked like a "starry sky"
It's usually covered in mud dots and looks like an abstract painting.
The most important thing is that his face is in a mess, with wet rain dripping down his eyebrows, and his messy hair is like waterweed that has just been fished out, sticking to his head, cheeks and face without any visible shape or shape.
No blood could be seen on the lips, but panic and confusion remained, and there was lingering fear in the heart.
Before Dimitrov could answer, Gawain saw the broken umbrella in his hand and understood immediately.
At this time, Dimitrov had already vividly described the scene when he got off the car——
"...The umbrella had just opened, and there was a loud bang, and a gust of wind blew in my face. The umbrella surface slapped me in the face. My eyes were completely blindfolded, and my nose was hit by the umbrella rib, and then
The heavy rain poured down from all directions, I suspected someone was playing a prank."
"But that's not the worst."
"What's going on with that demonic wind? It's moving left and right, forward and back. I'm like a fallen leaf in autumn, dancing ballet in the stormy wind."
Haha. Hahaha!
Even though I know I shouldn’t laugh, when I think about the scene, it’s really funny.
Dimitrov seemed to have anticipated this scene and could not help but shake his head slightly.
"You can laugh if you want. I think it's a comedy myself."
“Maybe the picture I imagined was ‘Singin’ in the Rain’, but in reality, to others it was just a circus performance.”
As Gawain becomes more familiar with him, Dimitrov's self-complaining ability value also increases. So, is this someone who is close to red, red, or someone close to ink is black?
Gawain's eyes were full of smiles.
"Gregor, don't you know that you should never hold an umbrella in London?"
It rains a lot in London, but people who live in London all year round rarely hold umbrellas.
reason?
Because of the evil wind.
If you hold an umbrella, not only will you not be able to protect yourself from the rain, but you will also become particularly embarrassed. Therefore, you can often see people walking in the rain on the streets, not because they are cool, but because it is more convenient - so in London, waterproof
Windbreakers have always been in sales.
It's not that you can't use umbrellas at all, it mainly depends on the weather. If it rains but there is no wind, then umbrellas are still very popular; once the wind blows, then rain is not a big deal.
"This shouldn't be your first time coming to London."
Gawain had only arrived in London two days ago and he had already read the locals' tricks, but didn't Dimitrov know it yet?
Dimitrov looked helpless.
"When I came to London, it was summer! Summer! Who knew London in November was so scary?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dimitrov realized his rudeness and quickly apologized to the hotel front desk staff.
"Sorry, I didn't mean that..."
But the receptionist had long been used to it and said with a smile, "Believe me, I have heard worse words, but anyway, welcome to London."
The calm look also made Gawain and Dimitrov both laugh.
Then, the front desk skillfully switches working modes.
"Mr. Gao, the massage treatment scheduled for you by Mr. Pelt will be in thirty minutes. You can go directly to the third floor."
"Mr. Dimitrov, do you want me to check you in?"
As soon as we came and went, the front desk had already sorted out the situation.
Gawain stepped aside and let Dimitrov step forward.
The rules of the year-end finals are that the first substitute must arrive in London, the second substitute is free to choose whether to arrive in London, and the third substitute does not need to go to London but needs to confirm that he is willing to wait.
If rejected, the opportunity will be postponed.
This is also to ensure that when an accident occurs, they can ensure that the substitute follows up immediately.
Dimitrov thought about it and decided to come to London because——
"Maria has left for Miami."
"She can't stay at home and is very dissatisfied with her performance in Singapore. She needs to return to the court to regain a sense of calm."
Sure enough, typical Sharapova, the desire to win and lose is no joke.
Gawain nodded slightly, "Where's John? Why didn't he come in with you?"
"He said he still had work, it seemed like it was some kind of meeting. What about you? Why are you alone? Where are Martin and Peter?"
"I met some old friends at the O2 and the top management of the ATP. They needed to socialize, but I finished training and had work to do, so I came back first."
When Dimitrov checked in, the two friends chatted and exchanged recent news.
"I have just adapted to the venue. The O2 venue is so magnificent. It's like a rock star stepping onto the concert stage. It feels really different."
"Where's Bea Arthur-Ashe?"
"The feeling is different. Arthur Ashe is wide and the field of view seems to be endless; while O2 is closed, the whole crowd and magnificence are magnified in the pupils, the sound of hitting the ball is also different, and the whole reverberation is particularly obvious.
"
"Ah, I can't wait. I'll get used to the venue this afternoon."
"No surprise. They went out to take pictures today. Starting in the evening, Milos will have to adapt to the venue, and the training time should be fully booked."
"Exterior scene? What's the weather like?"
Dimitrov and Gawain both turned to look outside the hotel lobby, looking at the windy and rainy weather with strange expressions.
"Mr. Dimitrov, I'm sorry, please show me your passport."
The front desk staff interrupted the exchange between the two people. Gawain turned his head and looked behind him. Someone started to line up again. In order to avoid delaying the progress of the team, he patted Dimitrov on the shoulder and signaled him to hurry up here.
After finishing the formalities, he was waiting nearby.
Then Gawain gave up his seat and showed an apologetic smile to the guests behind him.
Dimitrov looked really embarrassed. Although he had not been in the rain for a long time, in order to avoid catching a cold, he still needed to quickly enter the room to take a shower and wash himself.
Gao Wen couldn't help but look at the weather outside, wondering how the promotional photos of the top eight players in the final were going.
"……Feel sorry."
A cautious voice came from the side, and Gawain came back to his senses. Then he could see a middle-aged woman with a pear-shaped figure standing next to him. Her body size should be twice that of Gawain, so her steps were a bit awkward.
Conveniently, with her long blond hair tied high into a ponytail, and holding a large round cake floral cloth bag in her arms, it looks like——
