call……
A rolling heat wave hit his face, and the fine hairs on the surface of his skin suddenly curled up slightly, as if he could smell a burning smell.
Bathing in the scorching sun, every cell in my body feels the heat and dryness surging in the air, melting little by little.
"I deeply feel that we are like walking roasted suckling pigs. Nature is roasting them with a slow fire. She is very particular about it. She is worried that the flame will be scorched if the flame is slightly bigger, so it must be a slow fire and slowly cook the body. The fat inside is roasted out, making it shiny and tempting.”
As he spoke, Gawain took a deep breath, as if he was feeling the aroma of roasted suckling pig.
Sampras was speechless for a while and glanced at Gawain:
Is this guy describing them as roasted suckling pigs?
Sampras turned to look at Peart, trying to find sympathy, but he saw Peart's poker face, with no movement at all.
Sampras suddenly lost interest. Peart was good at everything, but he had no sense of humor at all. He was so boring that he might as well be as good as Agassi.
etc!
He definitely didn't miss that Agassi guy, absolutely not!
Bah bah bah!
Sampras couldn't help but glared at Gawain fiercely.
Gawain noticed Sampras's eyes and looked over, his eyes full of confusion, and even asked with clear eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Sampras' chest couldn't help but feel tight. This guy did it on purpose, 100%!
As if Gawain didn't see Sampras' depression, he spread his hands innocently, shrugged, and then looked away to hide the smile surging in his eyes.
Looking straight ahead, you can see a group of chattering high school students. The boys and girls exude endless energy. They are happily standing in front of a low green lilac wall and taking photos with the human-shaped billboard.
"We miss you……"
A set of fonts hangs on the far left of the low wall, and then you can see billboards lined up one after another.
There is Venus Williams, there is Kvitova, there is Tsonga...and so on.
Without Gawain's reminder, Sampras's voice surged along with the wind, "Every year, the tournament organizing committee will set up a wall like this to list the top 50 players in the world who are absent from the game. Fans can chat with them. Billboard photo op.”
Obviously, if the players are participating, fans can take photos directly with real people, but if the players are absent, this is also a way of commemorating the event.
From this perspective, Indian Wells does have some ingenuity in terms of event promotion and fan promotion.
Just this morning, Kvitova regretfully announced her withdrawal.
During yesterday's training, Kvitova became dehydrated. She originally thought that she would be fine after a night's rest. However, after a doctor's examination, it was found that Kvitova's body was very fragile and exhausted, making it difficult to maintain a high level of confrontation. Able to adapt to the hot and dry climate here.
If the game is forced, a dangerous situation may even occur.
From the side, you can see that the weather conditions and competition environment in Indian Wells are comparable to Melbourne's scorching heat in every aspect.
In desperation, Kvitova had no choice but to withdraw.
Just a few hours later, Indian Wells had followed suit, adding a human-shaped billboard to the lilac low wall in front of them.
In the field of vision, there is a vast plain, with almost no buildings above three floors visible. At a glance, you can see the horizon, which is blurry and indifferent. The sky and the ground are connected, and the light blue and golden colors penetrate each other tightly, layer by layer. Dyeing, outlining a touch of splendor in the vast world.
There is an endless stream of fans coming and going, and you can see happy figures in groups in every corner, wandering freely and wantonly in the wind.
In a trance, it feels like entering a rock music festival.
It's spectacular.
Gawain had a question in his mind, "What about the years when Selina and Venus refused to participate? Will the organizing committee place their human billboards here?"
After all, the Williams sisters shed tears on the spot because of serious racial discrimination, and the organizing committee's follow-up handling was very, very bad and unsatisfactory, which led them to swear that they would never compete here again. This history Absolutely disgraceful.
So, how does the organizing committee respond?
Sampras was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, "You are such a clever person that you only pay attention to such things."
But the complaints were complaints. Sampras thought about it seriously and said, "Let it go. The organizing committee still lets it go, every year."
"No matter what the attitude of the Williams sisters is, the organizing committee must show itself to be cordial, friendly, and sincerely apologetic, and the attitude must be adequate."
"Moreover, they contact them privately every year and consistently invite them to come back to compete."
Gawain was not surprised.
In recent years, the development of Indian Wells has been in full swing. The popularity and prestige of the "Sunshine Double Crown" has become as famous as the four majors. Behind it is the promotion of the Indian Wells Host Committee. At the same time, they are now also one of the four majors. The most profitable event outside of China.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the Williams sisters returned to Indian Wells to compete after fourteen years.
Involuntarily, Gawain became somewhat interested, "Who is the tournament director of Indian Wells?"
Not long ago in Melbourne, Gao Wen got acquainted with Australian Open tournament director Terry, a figure who was also the first contributor to the overall revival of the Australian Open.
Is a tournament director the equivalent of a CEO of a large company?
Sampras immediately understood the subtext of Gowan, "If you think that the success of the Indian Wells event comes from the tournament director, then you are wrong. The real hero behind the scenes is the owner of the event, Larry Eyre. Larry-Ellison, it was he who personally invited Selina back from Sangu Thatched Cottage."
Gawain blinked, "Larry Ellison? That Larry Ellison from Oracle?"
Sampras smiled but said nothing.
Gawain couldn't help but sigh, "Wow!"
As they spoke, the group of them had already arrived at the training ground. They were in an oasis in the desert. Lush potted plants and brightly blooming flowers wrapped the sapphire blue court. It was like a spring breeze. It seemed that they could hear the chirping of birds and the flowing of clear springs. Even the blue sky and loess are refreshing.
Not just an oasis, but a paradise.
Rolling heat waves surged in the air, and even the vertical sunlight shone with it, blooming with colorful colors.
"ah!"
Screams broke the silence, and bustling figures could be seen in sight.
"Gawain! I love you!"
"Welcome to tennis heaven!"
"Knight of Flowers!"
"Gawain, you really look good!"
"Gawain! Gawain, Gawain, Gawain..."
"Ahhh!"
Cheers and shouts, whistles and roars came from all directions. The small area leading to the entrance to the training ground was packed to the brim. Fans on three floors inside and three outside filled the field of view, and each one was excited and excited. The distorted face made the air burn.
In a daze, Gawain felt like a rock star preparing to perform on stage.
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