For Pulan, everything seems unreal, like a dream from which he never wakes up. The concepts of time and space are both broken, so that his perception is wrong:
It always felt like just five minutes had passed, but when I looked at the time, six hours had passed; I always felt like I was still studying in a library in Paris, but when I opened the window, I saw the intoxicating green trees and sea, and what looked like shells. The yachts usually parked quietly in the port are slowly displayed.
She was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses and realized that she had arrived in Monte Carlo, but the point was here——
How she came here, how time passed, how the space was transformed...the memories in between seemed to become blurry and hazy.
Reality evolves into a movie, with a camera switch and a black screen, and then time and space disappear, but no one knows what happened in the middle. The haziness and blur caused by that "blank feeling" make the scene in front of you... What happened was even more unreal.
Even everything that happened in Monte Carlo escaped into a halo, the sweat, the heat, the impact, evolved into countless fragments, surging in my mind, like a stormy sea, like a violent storm.
Eee.
There was a sound of opening the door behind him, and Pulan suddenly turned his head to look over, and then saw Gawain who was wiping his wet hair, a smile blooming at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm ready, what about you? Have you thought about it? Are you ready to go to the training ground with me?"
At this time, Plan was able to truly confirm that she was indeed in Monte Carlo. All this was simply crazy.
Looking at Gawain with wet hair, some memories were once again awakened in his mind, those gasps, murmurs, and touches. Goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin. Lest the pictures in his mind reveal his true thoughts, he quickly took a deep breath. Take your thoughts back.
"Training, yes! Training! Don't delay your training. Peter and the others are waiting, right?"
Pulan tidily tucked her hair, which was not messy at all, behind her ears and repeated meaningless words, but her attention finally came back.
Although it was already afternoon, Gao Wen was still preparing to go to the training ground to adapt to the venue. As he said, he was briefly off track and then returned to work.
She was sure and certain that Gawain's training time should be postponed once more and could not be delayed any longer. After all, there was not much time to adapt.
Pulan thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused, "I'm just going to stay here, have you forgotten? My graduation thesis? There really isn't much left before the deadline."
First of all, this is the truth. She has almost spent another whole day. Now she has no excuse to continue to be distracted, procrastinate, and not doing her job properly. She needs to concentrate on completing her graduation thesis. What's more, the reason she gave herself is, Come to Monte Carlo to complete your thesis, right?
Secondly, she didn’t want to disturb Gao Wen’s training. As she said, when Gao Wen is fully focused on training, that’s when he shines. After the success of the spring hard court season, the pressure now focused on Gao Wen’s shoulders has reached At an unprecedented height, he needed to stay focused.
Finally, it is also the point that Pulan thinks about most seriously, attention.
With Gawain's current topicality and popularity, any slight disturbance around her may lead to speculation. Once she accompanies Gawain to the training ground, it won't take long for those eyes to discover her existence, and things will happen quickly. will be out of their control.
Those off-site topics may not only interfere with Gao Wen's concentration, but also interfere with her daily life - she is just a college student, and she came to Monte Carlo from Paris on impulse, but she has not done it yet. Prepare to stand under the spotlight and have your life turned upside down. .br>
Everything was too fast and too fierce. Both he and she needed a little time.
All things considered, Pulan still hopes to keep a low profile. For now, this is the best choice.
Gawain paused for a moment, looked at Pu Lan seriously, and confirmed again
all over.
"are you sure?"
Pu Lan nodded firmly in affirmation.
Gawain looked at Pu Lan's eyes carefully, and after receiving a positive response, he stopped pressing, showed a smile, and nodded gently.
"Training is indeed boring. Watching it once or twice may feel a little fresh, but as time goes by, you just sit in the stands and bask in the sun."
"Instead of doing this, it's better to concentrate on writing the paper."
"However, we have agreed that we are going to Monte Carlo this time for a vacation. We still have half a day to relax tomorrow before the official start of the game on Monday."
"So, tonight and tomorrow morning, we can relax and go out to sunbathe, what do you think?"
Pulan's mood also soared. Even if he just pieced together some pictures from his words, he couldn't control his excitement and nodded heavily in affirmation.
Gawain packed his equipment bag and smiled at Pu Lan again.
"Then, I wish you all the best with your graduation thesis. By the way, after the training, I will introduce you to Grigor and Dominic."
Without saying a word, Gawain turned around and left the hotel room.
Pu Lan stood there, slightly dazed.
Gregor? Dominic?
what does that mean?
He looked down at the large jersey he was wearing, and then turned to look at the blue sky and sea outside the window. Two blushes appeared on his cheeks, his heart couldn't help but feel high, and he couldn't help but want to scream. He turned around, and the jersey was in golden color. It blooms under the sun, and you can wander among it with open arms.
Therefore, how time passed and how she arrived here didn't seem to be that important.
If this was a dream, could she never wake up?
Outside the window, the sun is just right.
Tap tap tap!
Kick the ground!
Slide!
brake!
The whole movement was smooth and smooth. Then, the one-handed backhand was like a long sword unsheathed, whipped quickly. At the moment it touched the ball, the speed of the racket head increased rapidly, and finally threw out a straight line, aiming at the big triangle on the baseline and hitting it, leaving The next deep ball mark disappeared.
Tim's one-handed backhand is fully exerted and the body is stretched, just like a roc spreading its wings, vividly showing the beauty of strength and lines.
Opposite the stadium.
Dimitrov is expressing his helplessness with his whole body, like a melted wax figure. He spreads his hands, tilts his head back, and squats forward while lowering his body. You can clearly see his knees slowly squatting, squatting, and then lowering. Squatting, it looks as if it could merge with the red soil at any time.
No words are needed, just one action is enough to express Dimitrov's affirmation of Tim——
This SLR shot is truly wonderful!
Gao Wen had just walked into the training ground and saw the ball. He immediately whistled, then clapped his hands and cheered for Tim in a howling voice:
"Domi! Domi! Domi!"
Obviously, Gawain was imitating fans and screaming, but for Tim, he was still very uncomfortable and his expression couldn't help but become reserved.
