"...God, this weather is so..."
"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 have seen the look on John's face, how happy he is."
Relaxed, cheerful, friendly, full of enthusiasm and sincerity, this is the 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 Dimitrov who was in a state of embarrassment. 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 full of embarrassment, with wet rain dripping down his eyebrows, and his messy hair is like waterweed that has just been fished out. It sticks to his head without any shape or shape at all, and his cheeks and No blood could be seen on the lips, and panic and confusion remained, with 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 with a crash, a gust of wind hit me. The umbrella slapped me in the face. My eyes were completely blindfolded, and my nose was hit by the umbrella rib. Then The heavy rain was pouring down from all directions, and 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 backward, like a fallen leaf in autumn, dancing ballet in the stormy wind."
Ha ha. Hahaha!
Even though I know I shouldn’t laugh, when I think about the scene in my mind, 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."
"Perhaps the picture in my mind is 'Singin' in the Rain,' but in reality it looks like a circus show to others."
As Gawain became more familiar with him, Dimitrov's self-complaining ability value also increased. So, is this someone who is close to red, red, or close to ink, who 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 chic, 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 for two days 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've heard worse things, but anyway, welcome to London."
The calm look also made Gawain and Dimitrov 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 just go directly to the third floor."
"Mr. Dimitrov, do you want me to check you in?"
As soon as they came and went, the front desk had sorted out the situation.
Gawain stepped aside and allowed Dimitrov to 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 find a sense of calm."
Sure enough, typical of Sharapova, her desire to win is no joke.
Gawain nodded slightly, "Where's John? Why didn't he come in with you?"
"He said he still had work to do, 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 O2 and the top management of ATP. They needed to socialize for a while, 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 just got used to the venue. The O2 venue is so grand. 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, 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 completing the formalities, he was waiting nearby.
Then Gawain stepped aside 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. Gawain came back to his senses, and then he could see a middle-aged woman with a pear-shaped figure standing next to him. Her overall body size should be twice that of Gawain, so her movements 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 looked like——
cheese?
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