Buzz…
Jiang Yanqing heard a tinnitus in her ears, but she couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the burning air in the diamond stadium or the sound of her blood boiling and continuously hitting her chest. She just felt deeply that all the colors in the world were moving toward The figure surged.
Gurgling.
Without turning his eyes, Jiang Yanqing's eyes were firmly locked on the figure who was packing his equipment bag and preparing to leave, fearing that if he blinked just a little, he might miss a smile or a look in his eyes, and then involuntarily forget to breathe and lose time. Then it lost its meaning.
The air was gradually boiling. Jiang Yanqing was among the bustling crowd. About fifty or sixty people crowded face to face next to the players' tunnel, waiting for Gao Wen to pass by. Even though he tried his best to suppress it, he was still excited and excited. It still warms up slowly and overflows.
"...Gawain."
"Gawain."
"Gawain! Ahhh! Ahhh!"
From the rustling murmurs, to the scrambling calls, to the heart-rending screams, as Gawain's footsteps approach, incredible energy gradually bursts out, and one by two they continue to move forward. Surging, he stretched out his hands with all his strength, just trying to get closer to Gawain, and then get closer.
Tennis balls, signed tennis balls of different models; jerseys, UCLA school team and Nike's latest version of the US Open championship commemorative jerseys; magazine posters, covers and inside pages of different magazines...
Of course, there was also a piece of blank paper, and you could tell at a glance that you were not a professional fan. You just saw such a lively scene and didn’t want to miss it, so you came to join in the fun.
Different signature materials are gathered together layer by layer, and screams, shouts, and sobs intermingle and collide, like a small crater.
Then, Gao Wen stopped at the exit of the player tunnel, simply put the ball bag at his feet, took the signature carbon pen from a fan, and began to sign autographs for the fans very patiently.
Jiang Yanqing felt as if she was dreaming.
In fact, this is not the first time Jiang Yanqing has come to the diamond court to watch football. She has had close contact with Federer and some other players. She has also held a tennis ball in her arms and asked for autographs. If she is lucky, she can even take photos with the players. These are rare benefits.
After all, because the level of the tournament is relatively low, the number of spectators at the Imperial Capital Open is always small, which also gives senior fans like them more opportunities.
However, Jiang Yanqing has never felt like this:
Excited and anxious, excited and nervous, happy and sad, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant colors, the world became hazy, and the colorful luster was gurgling, so that I could not control my mouth. Dry and heartbeating, like a free fall, surrounded by pink marshmallows.
"Gawain! I love you!"
In the turbulent crowd, a little girl screamed uncontrollably. You could even feel a trace of crying in her slightly trembling voice, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Then, Jiang Yanqing saw Gao Wen raise his chin slightly, his deep and clear eyes were filled with the entire universe, and the stars were shining brightly. The corners of his mouth were raised, outlining a shallow arc, and he was smiling. said.
"Shh! Be careful that your uncle and aunt hear you."
This is really... an unusual response.
The crowd fell into a brief moment of astonishment and surprise, and then burst into laughter the next second. The cheerful laughter continued to surge in their ears.
"Gawain, here, here."
"Mine, mine first."
"Ah, ah, ah, me, me, me."
One by two, there is no order at all. Then you can see the arms pressing one by one, trying hard to push it in front of Gawain, hoping that Gawain can take the lead in signing for him.
Jiang Yanqing was pushed to the side by a huge force, but her feet were blocked by the seat, so only her upper body was pushed to the outside. Her body was awkwardly stuck in place, unable to advance or retreat. This made Jiang Yanqing Somewhat helpless.
Then, Jiang Yanqing noticed that Gao Wen temporarily stopped signing and didn't speak. He just stared quietly at the surging fans in front of him.
Rustling.
Rustling.
The sound was still surging, but Gawain stood there and looked over with clear eyes. It was difficult for everyone not to notice the abnormality, but not everyone understood what happened.
"Gawain, please sign for me."
Someone shouted without any discernment, and it turned out to be the boy who was cutting the queue the most, and he kept pushing the tennis ball in his hand forward in a bluffing manner.
Gawain met the man's eyes and said with a smile, "My signature is not that important, at least, not as important as your safety."
There is a needle hidden in the cotton. The content of the words is friendly; but the expression and tone are sharp, and the cynicism is presented in a ridiculing way.
The man was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to understand what happened, other people around him started laughing, and the whole atmosphere became subtle.
He became a little annoyed and cursed, "What are you pretending to be? Are you pretending to be a big-name person or pretending to be cool?"
As a result, this sentence immediately aroused public outrage——
Gawain has tried to maintain order at the scene in the most appropriate and gentle way, but this person is the first to complain? The crowd became angry and said, "If you don't like it, get out", "It's okay to jump in line", "You have no quality", and all of them turned sharp eyes towards the man.
He wanted to say something else, but when he turned around and saw that he had become a public enemy, there was nothing he could do if he stayed any longer, so he cursed a few words in a dull voice, and then said, "What's the big deal?" , turned around and left the crowd, disappearing in despair.
Gawain ignored the man, and his smile rose again, "Tick-tock-tock, there is not much time left before the coach comes to greet me to go to training. You try to help me delay the time and let me be lazy."
Hahaha.
A joke once again made the crowd burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became lively again.
Then, Gao Wen saw Jiang Yanqing.
"Oh, it was you, the day before yesterday, at the airport."
Jiang Yanqing was stunned for a moment. The next second, an indescribable emotion took root in her mind, and it grew vigorously in the blink of an eye. Even she herself did not expect it, and her eyes were already slightly hot.
"Are you okay? There shouldn't be anything unexpected at the airport, right?"
Gao Wen took the magazine from Jiang Yanqing's hand, signed it quickly, and asked kindly.
Jiang Yanqing just stared at Gao Wen blankly. On that young and energetic face, large beads of sweat could still be seen slowly flowing. There was a slight tiredness between the brows, but it could not hide the clear and clear brightness.
She wanted to speak, but couldn't. She just nodded in confusion. Then she realized that Gawain couldn't see her, and added, "It's okay, I'm okay."
Gao Wen handed over the signed magazine and smiled broadly, "That's good. Pay attention to safety. I'm looking forward to seeing you in the game tomorrow."
Jiang Yanqing looked at Gao Wen's clear eyes and nodded vigorously in affirmation, but her heart had already lost control:
Plop! Plop! Plop!
