Gawain thought he was invulnerable.
Gawain thought that he had already seen through the world of mortals.
Gawain thought that he hid it well.
However.
it's not true.
In fact, Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun knew everything.
In order to protect them, he kept silent and pretended that everything was fine; in order to protect him, they pretended to know nothing and remained silent.
Until today, with the help of a hard-won victory, Jiang Yanyun finally carefully pierced the window paper.
Easily, Gawain's entire defense line was defeated like this.
Jiang Yanyun said, it was a good fight——
It’s not about “winning” beautifully.
For Jiang Yanyun, victory and championship are of course important, but in front of Gao Wen, they are not important.
again and again.
Gao Wen read Jiang Yanyun's message carefully. Those clumsy and simple words seemed to show the concentration and seriousness of Jiang Yanyun's repeated revisions. He even asked Gao Hongli for his opinion. Although they were far away in China at this time, they were always Caring for the children carefully.
Nose, slightly sore.
After thinking for a while, different versions of responses came to mind, but they were all rejected by me. Finally, I entered a line of text in the dialog box.
"Mom, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."
Maybe, once in a while, he can take off his equipment and armor, there is no need to continue to be strong, and he can be a child in front of his parents.
Everything was like a kindergarten, crying and laughing loudly, and being willful once, because at that time, he truly relied on them and believed in them, and believed that everything could be solved in front of them, relying on them wholeheartedly.
The other end of the phone.
Jiang Yanyun stared at the screen of his phone until a splash of water exploded on the screen protector. Then he suddenly raised his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in panic.
Then, a hand appeared in front of him and handed the tissue to him.
Looking up, it was Gao Hongli who was full of worry but pretending to be calm.
Waiting for Jiang Yanyun to take away the tissue, Gao Hongli scratched his head and asked casually, "What did Xiao Wu say?"
Jiang Yanyun quickly wiped away his tears and said, "Xiao Wu said that he wants to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."
Gao Hongli was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Gao Wen's reply at all, "This kid, what are you doing here?"
Completely confused.
But Gao Hongli himself didn't realize that the invisible pressure quietly relaxed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and then he came up with an idea.
"Didn't he love to eat this dish when he was a child? When I cooked it for him later, he didn't even look at it. He said he was tired of eating it. Why did he suddenly want to eat this dish again?"
Having said that.
"Otherwise, we will go to Europe a week in advance. Which stop is before Paris? Rome? Should we also go to Rome to meet him and cook him some home-cooked meals?"
Chatteringly.
Gao Hongli became even more active than Jiang Yanyun.
Jiang Yanyun couldn't help but roll her eyes, but she didn't notice and smiled herself.
"Xiao Wu now has a nutritionist. He must follow the nutritionist's orders for three meals a day, even snacks. Occasionally, he must seek permission from the nutritionist when eating out to avoid destroying the dietary balance. The more professional players are, The more we need to start with these details.”
"You're a layman, just messing around here."
Despite this, Gao Hongli was not frustrated.
"Then let's ask the nutritionist."
"Chinese food is also a cuisine, and it is the best cuisine in the world. Otherwise, our country's athletes should just pay attention to the nutritional balance of what they eat every day."
"We can send a recipe to a nutritionist, including seasonings, and then make three meals a day according to the nutritionist's arrangements. If he says it's not possible, we won't make it. We also strictly abide by his nutritional mix. Isn't that enough? ?”
As he spoke, Jiang Yanyun followed suit and thought seriously, "Otherwise... let's ask?"
In this room, the couple was discussing passionately. Although it was already late at night in the East Eighth District, the lights in the house were still bright.
On that side, Gawain didn't expect that one of his text messages would cause such a sensation, but if he knew about it, it would be a good thing, as it would help divert his parents' attention.
Message, reply completed.
Dimitrov's voice with a slight smile came up and down in the locker room. It was gentler than usual. You didn't need to raise your head to feel the upward curve of the corners of his mouth. As he spoke, there was a feeling deep in his throat. Dong's gentle laughter, the joy radiating from the inside out, is contagious.
"Well... I know... um... you too... okay... okay. Come on, train well."
The words themselves have no special information, but the emotion conveyed by the tone is full of information.
Then, Dimitrov turned around and saw Gawain, whose face was full of serious observation. The smile paused on his lips, and then he said something.
"Gawain says hello to you."
Then, Dimitrov whispered a few more words, and then finally hung up the phone. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Gawain with an innocent expression:
He spread his hands, raised his shoulders, and widened his eyes, full of doubts.
That expression and movement were clearly protesting, "I didn't say anything just now, and I didn't say hello to anyone. Why can't I understand what you said?"
Although Gawain didn't make a sound and just muttered with his mouth, Dimitrov still understood it, and his movements suddenly became a little restrained, and he explained in a subtle way.
"I... uh, ahem, I just... told her..."
"She, she also asked you and congratulated you, yes, congratulations on winning the championship."
"You know...she...cares...about...my...that's all..."
Incoherent.
Fragmented.
After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't tell a reason. The panic look was simply a reappearance of the three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Under Gawain's gaze, he was even more at a loss and his mind was blank. Because it was too sudden and too panicked, Dimitrov didn't even know where to put his hands for a while. He touched his head, his pockets, and crossed his chest again. Finally, he realized that the phone was still in his hand and put it back into his pocket.
In a hurry.
This scene, in Gawain's eyes, made him really want to burst into laughter, but he still controlled himself and raised his hands to show his innocence.
"I didn't say or do anything."
With one sentence, Dimitrov immediately broke through. He spread his hands and looked like he was lying down and ready to be laughed at. "Okay, okay, I just called Maria. How about it?"
"Honestly, are you particularly envious?"
No need for sharp eyes, you can see the raised corners of Dimitrov's mouth at this time, and he even launched a counterattack without a fight.
Gawain suppressed his smile and nodded seriously, "I'm envious, I'm so envious."
"ah."
"Ah...what should I do? I have a stomachache. I am so envious that I have a stomachache. Gregor, no, I feel this pain is so severe that my internal organs are starting to burn."
As he spoke, Gawain held his stomach and began to perform.
One moment, Dimitrov thought Gawain really had a stomachache, but the next second he realized that he had been fooled. This guy was actually playing a prank——
Look up at the sky.
