At the gate of the Philippe Chattier Stadium, the crowds coming and going were slightly sparse, and it could even be said to be withered—
This is no surprise.
The event has entered the quarter-final stage. Although the youth group, wheelchair group, and Hall of Fame group are also competing in different venues; but the main events of the adult group have all gathered in three large stadiums. Roland Garros The crowd became more and more concentrated.
Naturally, the number of scattered spectators wandering around has also been greatly reduced.
At this moment, the match between Ivanovic and Svitolina has entered the second set, and the audience has already been seated neatly to watch the match, and the few spectators who missed the first set have also made full use of the intermission time Enter the field quickly, and now the gate of the stadium is deserted.
In twos and threes, in twos and threes, sporadic, Roland-Garros is rarely filled with a leisurely vacation atmosphere. Floral dresses, sunglasses and straw hats, beach slippers and cotton shirts, paired with a glass of red wine, Parisians always use their own Unique attitude to enjoy life.
In the air, there is the breath of summer.
At the entrance of the VIP passage, a voice stopped Gao Hongli's progress.
"Sir, who are you? Please show your ID."
Gao Hongli was a little distracted.
Although they tried their best to keep their minds relaxed, Gao Wen's promotion to the quarter-finals at Roland-Garros has far exceeded expectations, and there is no need to continue to increase the pressure; but deep down, they have to admit that the emotions mixed with tension and anticipation are still surging. A mess of thoughts.
The person involved seemed indifferent and calm, but one or two of the bystanders had sweaty palms and disordered heartbeats.
The call brought Gao Hongli back to his senses, he raised his head and smiled apologetically at the staff at the door, and then showed the ID hanging around his neck.
The footsteps had just started, but they were stopped again.
"Sir, I'm sorry, this is a document from the Louvre, not Philippe Chatier."
Gao Hongli:? ? ?
He lowered his head to look at the ID card that he was hanging, read it carefully, even if he didn't know anything about French, he could still understand the name "Louvre".
Then he looked up at the staff in front of him, his brain froze briefly—
what happened?
Gao Hongli: ...
The staff ignored it, with a stern face, showing the sternness and awe that are upright in business.
"Sorry, we can't let you in."
Gao Hongli was stunned for a moment, then finally recalled.
He was in a hurry to go out today, and he was out of his mind. He probably took the wrong certificate when he took it. He remembered that the two certificates were intertwined, and he kept reminding himself not to take the wrong one. In the end, he still took the wrong one.
This is also...
Gao Hongli smiled absurdly and helplessly, and then apologized to the staff. Obviously, this was completely his mistake.
"Sorry, it's all my fault..."
However, before the words of apology were finished, the staff in front of them raised their jaws slightly, because they stood on the steps, showing a condescending posture, almost looking at Gao Hongli with their nostrils.
"There's no need to apologize."
"Every day there are scoundrels trying to get in like you, pretending to be somebody, but that doesn't work at Roland Garros."
"At least, I won't be fooled."
There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if Gao Hongli was a scoundrel who wanted to get away with it but was seen through by his sharp eyes.
Gao Hongli didn't like the look in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze slightly.
The staff member at the door raised his jaw arrogantly, and glanced at Gao Hongli contemptuously. Although there was no movement at the corner of his mouth, he could faintly feel a sneer.
"If I were you, I would turn around and leave now, there is no need to continue to lose face, otherwise I would call security immediately."
"Slap your face swollen to pretend to be fat. Still have the correct documents, hmph."
Gao Hongli was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
In fact, Gao Hongli has a good temper, but when he saw the other party's eyes and posture, his anger rose up immediately, and he felt absurd.
However-
Without waiting for Gao Hongli to say anything, you can see the expressions of the staff have completely changed, showing the highest etiquette in their respectful gestures.
The words were interrupted, and Gao Hongli reflexively followed the line of sight of the staff, and then saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
I am familiar with it because I have seen it many times on TV.
Strange, it is because they have never really made friends.
Sebastian-Nadal, Nadal's father.
Although Nadal's parents divorced in 2009, they still maintain a good friendship and often accompany Nadal in competitions all over the world, especially the Grand Slam. It is often possible to see Nadal's father and mother appearing in the player's box at the same time , sitting in two corners.
"Mr. Nadal."
Before Sebastian could show his ID, the staff had already greeted him first.
However, Sebastian still picked up his ID to show it, but instead of moving forward, he stopped beside Gao Hongli and showed a smile.
"Hey Kao, I'm Sebastian, Rafa's father."
Gao Hongli was a little surprised that Sebastian was the first to introduce himself.
Gao Hongli also returned a smile.
"Just call me Hongli. I know you, I've seen you on TV."
The second half of the sentence is obviously a small joke.
Sebastian laughed heartily, and then made a joke, "You are the first one who didn't mistake me for Tony, I think we are already friends."
The atmosphere is surging with joy.
Wait, something seems wrong, right? Today, Gao Wen and Nadal are about to start a duel, and they will start a head-to-head contest for a top four seat. Shouldn't Sebastian and Gao Hongli be at war with each other?
However, no, not at all.
Sebastian also took the initiative to make an invitation, "Let's go in together, the children should also finish warming up, and they will be there soon."
Gao Hongli's smile was a bit awkward, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "I forgot to bring my ID."
Sebastian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "It's normal, I've forgotten my ID more than once before. If I haven't forgotten my ID three or five times, it proves that we haven't stayed in the tour long enough."
More than a team of players?
Sometimes, players themselves forget their credentials and even their equipment, which often happens.
The most outrageous and funniest thing is that once, Kyrgios forgot to bring his sneakers and swaggered into the stadium wearing slippers from the gym. When he was about to change his sneakers, he realized that there were no sneakers in his carry-on equipment bag, and then he was wearing socks on the court. Dash, asking his team to bring the sneakers quickly.
What about documents?
From Sebastian's point of view, this is not a matter at all, the smile on his face is completely blooming, and the hearty smile is crunching like an erhu.
(end of this chapter)