"Match Point(
boom!
There was a burst of laughter from the door of the tavern, loud and cheerful, breaking the bleakness of the late autumn night, and a gust of hot wind surged into the interior space.
Pu Lan was a little surprised, the thought mode of reading was interrupted, he raised his head reflexively, and looked in the direction of the surging sound.
Then I saw Gawain and Dimitrov standing at the door. The two tall figures stood out from the crowd, but were surrounded by a group of people.
what happened?
Pu Lan thought that Gao Wen came alone with his friends, why did a group of friends suddenly appear at the door?
and-
Signing autographs, taking pictures, and hugging, these actions seem not to be friends at all, but more like fans meeting idols, or passers-by meeting celebrities.
So, what the **** is going on here?
Pulan looked across the entire tavern, looking at Gao Wen at the door from a distance, standing under a dim halo, he couldn't see his facial features clearly, but he could faintly feel the smile blooming on the corner of his mouth. Her mood soared along with her.
Looking at it, I feel a little dazed.
The night gradually deepened.
The "fan service" didn't last too long, Gao Wen still maintained his rationality, said that he still had a game tomorrow, and then walked away amidst the cheers.
He reached out and hailed a taxi, and the two returned to the hotel where the players were officially designated by the game.
Outside the car window, the lights are bright, and the little lights converge into a river, gurgling and flowing, and the light and shadow interlacing seem to be able to see the track of time flow. Those quaint buildings, those historical precipitations, and those artistic condensations are intertwined Together, carve out the appearance of the years.
"Gawain..." Without warning, Dimitrov broke the silence.
"Um?"
"In Paris, I hope you can fight for the championship with all your strength."
"So suddenly?" The smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth rose slightly, "It's only a glass of red wine, you won't be drunk, right?"
"No..." Dimitrov laughed at Gawain's teasing tone.
"Are you sure? John said that you still hope to go to London now." Gawain looked at Dimitrov. In fact, the two of them are also direct competitors for the year-end finals seat.
Tobias was very, very nervous. He naturally hoped that both Gao Wen and Dimitrov would be shortlisted. This is the best result, but the difficulty is extraordinary.
As a result, Dimitrov lost and was out today, which ended such a possibility.
According to 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 to prevent accidental injuries of players who need to come off the bench.
But if Gawain enters the final in Paris or wins the championship further, his points will surpass Dimitrov and become a higher-ranked substitute, which also means that Gawain will squeeze out Dimitrov's position.
Dimitrov also turned his head, "Gao Wen, if I lose the game, I have lost my chance. If you can keep winning, then the chance should belong to you."
Frankly, honestly.
Dimitrov's eyes are very clear, and it can be seen that he should not be drunk. Although there is still a touch of sadness and loss, it is not as gloomy and dazed as it was at the end of the game.
"I hope you can fight till the end."
Dimitrov clenched his fists and cheered for Gao Wen, but the enthusiasm behind the words could be felt in simple words.
Then, without waiting for Gawain to respond, Dimitrov continued.
"What you said just now is correct."
"I should make a good plan 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 that there will be two months to prepare for a new start."
"If I feel self-satisfied right now, then my career goals are pathetic."
A small self-sarcasm successfully made Gao Wen laugh happily.
Dimitrov's character is not that kind of arrogant and wanton, and 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 cheer for his friend.
"Maybe, you can discuss it with Maria and arrange an offseason training plan together. You are all training together in Miami."
"Ah, yes! I haven't had a chance to introduce you to Maria, otherwise, how about we train together during the offseason?"
"Didn't Maria mention it to you? I met her once. Wait, no, at that time Maria... Well, she probably doesn't remember."
"Huh? Have you met Maria? When did it happen? I mentioned you more than once in front of Maria. Why hasn't she mentioned it before?"
"All I can say is that it's an old story, if you want to hear it, I can tell you, a long, long, long time ago..."
"So it means a century ago? Haha."
When we arrived at the hotel, it was not long before ten o'clock.
It is a bit late for Gao Wen's daily schedule, but Gao Wen is not tired, nor does he feel uneasy about his daily routine being broken, on the contrary, because he has broken his daily routine for a long time, breathed different fresh air, and saw the training ground and gymnasium The city scene and the atmosphere of life outside, the mood is relaxed and comfortable, and even the steps are light.
Farewell to Dimitrov, Gawain returned to his room~www.mtlnovel.com~ babble.
Pushing open the door of the room, trying to insert the room card into the power supply at the door, the door of the next room has already been opened, and Sampras poked his head out from the room.
In the middle of the night, Sampras was wearing a simple sports suit and a pair of reading glasses, the frames of which had slipped to the tip of his nose, as if they might fall off at any time.
Usually, Sampras is very, very resistant to reading glasses, because this exposes 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 his whole body Strength is rejecting reading glasses.
At this time, Sampras came out wearing reading glasses, looking in a hurry.
Gao Wen was very surprised.
Sampras didn't notice this detail at all, and looked at Gao Wen with concern, "Are you back? Is everything all right?"
"Peter, I'm sorry, it's a little later than expected..." Gawain was about to explain.
But Sampras raised his hand to stop Gao Wen, "It's okay, I believe you know it well. I just want to see when you will come back."
Gao Wen immediately understood Sampras' concern, and his heart warmed slightly.
Since high school, he has persisted alone, because his parents are not around, and he has to rely on himself for everything, and he is used to solving everything by himself; but now, Sampras is by his side, caring about him all the time , definitely not just a coach.
Gao Wen showed a smile to Sampras, "Give me five minutes, I'll drink my saliva, and then watch the game video."
Sampras didn't say anything more, turned around and returned to the room. Before the door of the room was closed, another sentence came from inside, "It doesn't matter ten minutes, take your time."