Bang bang! Gawain! "
Pulan shouted loudly, cheerfully and passionately.
Feeling Gawain's gaze, Pulan did not dodge or escape this time. Instead, he stood on the spot and shouted loudly.
Just like a fanatical fan——
Today, she came to Roland Garros hoping to tell Gawain this. No matter what the game situation was, no matter what difficulties he faced, she would always stand behind him and fight side by side with him.
He is not alone.
But these words, when expressed in words, seem awkward and disgusting, and instead appear to be frivolous. It would be better to show them with actual actions, a smile, a look, and a cheerleading team.
She doesn't need Gawain's response, because she doesn't want Gawain to be distracted, delaying his training schedule in order to take care of her, or breaking his daily routine in order to accompany her. She just needs Gawain to feel that power. It's enough.
Therefore, Pulan did not avoid it, but stood among the fans and shouted.
He faced Gawain's gaze brightly, happily and firmly.
"Bah! Gawain!"
Two high fives, one shout.
She had wanted to do this before when she was watching the game in front of the TV, but she always felt a little silly cheering at home alone. Now she was finally able to break free and shout with the fans.
Feels great.
Under the sun, Gawain's movements paused slightly, unable to turn a corner. He subconsciously took two steps forward, and then his screams lost control.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
The sky was overwhelming and the crowd was boiling. The fans in the corner near the direction of Gao Wen's advance all fell into madness, and the screams completely broke free.
You can even feel that other players around you are rushing towards this corner, just wanting to get closer to Gawain, and even closer. Even just feeling the hotness of the sweat at close range is enough to make them fly into the flames. The heat wave spread like this.
Bare teeth and claws.
Gawain could clearly feel the licking of the hot flames on the surface of his skin, and his goosebumps screamed like crazy. He immediately caught the surging crowd with his peripheral vision, and immediately reacted and stopped in place.
In the crowd, Gawain's eyes were fixed on that figure.
Although Gawain's head was full of question marks at this time, and he obviously didn't understand the situation in front of him, he looked at Pulan quietly, and through the contact of his eyes, he could feel the joy and happiness hidden in it, overflowing bit by bit.
There were crowds of people around, but Pulan was still focused on her movements, shouting for support without thinking about it. Even if the noise around her swallowed up her figure, she still unswervingly beat her hands and shouted to her heart's content.
Then, the corners of Gawain's mouth also rose up along with Pulan's, outlining a similar arc. Hot energy and vitality slowly poured into his heart, and the small universe seemed to be burning again.
Pulan saw it. She saw Gawain's eyes and Gawain's smile. Then, all the fans around him had lost their minds. They also saw the slight curve of the corners of Gawain's mouth, and screams broke out. Incredible energy, tearing apart the restraints and soaring into the sky.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh..."
The hustle and bustle surrounded the entire training ground.
But Pulan didn't care at all, she just looked at Gawain with a smile, and Gawain also looked back with a smile, their eyes colliding in the air.
Plop.
Plop.
They seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats. All the noise and turbulence disappeared briefly, and the moment condensed into eternity. Then the noise came back from far to near, filling the quiet void in their ears again, and they clearly felt the scene. Hot and crazy.
An eye contact is enough.
Gawain stopped and did not move forward after all.
Instead, he turned around and walked back, raising his hand to signal to Dimitrov:
Training continues.
Staring at Gawain's back, Pulan's heart surged uncontrollably, and then she jumped up again, supporting him more devotedly and enthusiastically.
"Bah! Gawain!"
No matter what behemoths and monsters are lurking in the fog ahead, they will fight side by side together, challenge bravely, and fight to the end.
My mood just soared.
The sunshine in Roland Garros today, which is not bright, seems to be a little more refreshing in early summer. When you close your eyes, you can feel the breeze mixed with the water vapor of the Seine blowing on your face. The skirts are flying, the steps are brisk, and the bustling laughter and laughter are blowing. The chants filled the corner cafes.
On the court.
Dimitrov, who was standing on the opposite side of the net, did not return to the baseline immediately after reaching the net.
A second ago, he was looking at Gawain's backhand straight through with a face filled with astonishment. He couldn't believe that his shot could still be saved. He was amazed and confused.
The next second, he noticed something strange about Gawain. He followed Gawain's line of sight and took a moment to see that familiar face.
A meaningful smile appeared on Dimitrov's lips, and he continued to stand where he was. However, he unexpectedly discovered that Gawain did not come forward to greet Pulan, but instead returned to the court, preparing to continue practicing——
Actually!
If it were Dimitrov, this would never happen!
Then Dimitrov made a gesture and called Gawain to come forward.
Gawain didn't know why, he thought something was wrong with Dimitrov. A series of trots came forward, and you could see Dimitrov's stern and solemn expression, and even Gawain became serious.
Dimitrov closed the distance and whispered into Gawain's ear.
"Haven't you heard? If you show affection on the training ground, you will be given a yellow card. If you do it again, you will receive a red card and you will have to leave the training ground."
Gawain was stunned for a moment and glanced at Dimitrov for no apparent reason.
Dimitrov couldn't hold back, and a smile crept up to the corners of his eyes little by little.
Gawain finally reacted and was speechless for a while.
It was rare for Dimitrov to see Gawain's deflated look, and he laughed heartily.
Gawain leaned forward slightly, close to Dimitrov's ear, and very gently and politely... cursed.
Dimitrov didn't realize it at all. He paused, and then laughed even more wildly. He was just laughing. Such a scene was really rare, but looking at the smile that rose at the corner of Gawain's mouth, Dimitrov couldn't help but laugh. My husband knew that Gawain was also joking with him.
Around the training ground, fans were confused and had no idea what the two men were doing.
But for the fans, this has no impact. Even if they don’t know what they are talking about, as long as they see some disturbance on the scene, they will not hesitate to scream and roar. Their amazing lung capacity makes people doubt that they are Not through professional lung training——
So, do those ardent fans feel the same way when they see their idols? Don't care what the idol does at all, even just wiping sweat and drinking water can still trigger a screaming frenzy?
Wait, this doesn’t seem right, does it?
(End of chapter)
