Chapter 1020 A text message
Staring at the screen of her mobile phone, Emily Plan was a little absent-minded.
A second ago, her head was thinking about how to edit the text message, but as she was thinking, her mind wandered away, and her brain was filled with chaotic thoughts, almost exploding: Gao Wen lost the game, what should she say?
This should be only the second time that Gao Wen has lost since they met. The last time was in London, when he lost to Djokovic and ended his entire season.
And then, it’s today.
Now, what are Gao Wen's thoughts, mood and state?
Should she say something? If she didn’t understand, she wouldn’t know. If she did, she’d be shocked.
It turns out that Gao Wen is just like the Cinderella in the fairy tale. He has emerged out of nowhere in the past six months and has created one incredible miracle after another. He is undoubtedly the hottest young talent in the current professional tennis world. He is the focus of overwhelming news and stands at the center of the world, bathed in light.
Everything looks like another parallel world being played out on the TV screen.
After winning the Australian Open, did he have high expectations for himself and set higher standards? Did he face pressure from all sides? What was it like to have his 15-game winning streak come to a halt in Dubai and face direct attacks? Did he feel more pressure or was he relieved?
How will he view this defeat when his winning streak has not continued? And how will the journalists attack him?
So, what is his current state? The hustle and bustle of thoughts filled his brain, so much so that his chest also swelled up, which made Plan feel frustrated and anxious.
She knew nothing about professional sports.
She was worried about Gawain and cared about him. She wanted to tell Gawain that no matter what happened, she would always be his supporter and would always believe in him unwaveringly.
But she was not sure whether her "care" was necessary or could help Gawain. She didn't even know whether she should speak up.
Maybe, don’t do it?
After all, they are just friends, ordinary friends.
What if she showed too much concern and he misunderstood her as trying to climb up the fame and fortune? Plan believed that with Gawain's current popularity and aura, as if he was standing on top of the world, countless women would be willing to take off all their clothes and appear in his bedroom, without asking for anything in return, just hoping to spend the night with him, and then make Gawain their own trophy to brag about.
What if he misunderstood her, what if he thought their friendship was full of calculations from the beginning? Thoughts, starting from a point, have circled the universe in a blink of an eye, and there are more and more thoughts in my mind, almost unable to squeeze in.
Taking a deep breath, Plan realized that he had to stop——
This is what is called wild thoughts. The more you think about them, the more outrageous they become. Ideas that normally have no signs or hints at all begin to sprout.
If I continue to think about it, things will never end and I will end up pushing myself into the abyss.
Take another deep breath.
Plan raised his head and looked at the thin sunlight outside the library. There was still no spring in Paris. There was almost no sunlight in the gray sky. The sparse halos tried their best to break free from the clouds, revealing a little light, but the thick gray still overflowed.
"...I just watched the game, your performance was amazing."
No. Delete.
“It’s a very regrettable game…”
That’s not right either, delete it.
"You performed very, very well. You fought till the very last minute. You should be proud..."
No, no, totally wrong, delete it. What kind of tone of encouragement is this? Maybe she should keep silent and say nothing, pretending that she didn't see today's game at all. After all, when Gao Wen won the Australian Open last time, she sent a congratulatory text message, but she didn't get a reply, right? She was not disappointed, because she knew that after Gao Wen won the championship, the congratulatory messages would be like a tide, and Gao Wen would have no way to respond to them one by one. This is the norm.
So should this be the case today? Is this the best approach?
Plan let out a long breath, but the chaotic thoughts in his mind still couldn't calm down, and the anxiety of fear of gain and loss made his heart beat wildly.
She doesn't like or is not used to herself like this, she needs her usual calm and composed self to come back -
"Are you feeling okay?"
Close your eyes and press the send button without thinking, and send the message. If you continue to hesitate, there will be no result.
It was sent out, it was sent out after all.
call.
Plan let out a long breath, and his heart, which had been hanging high in the air, returned to his chest. Now he could finally calm down and study well.
Read, read. She still has a report to finish.
but--
I couldn't concentrate, and the anxiety and restlessness made my stomach burn.
What happened to her? From the corner of his eyes, he silently looked towards the phone, pausing for a moment before he realized:
She knew that bringing her cell phone to the library was a wrong decision.
Buzz! At this moment, the phone vibrated slightly, and a message alert came!
Plan reflexively grabbed his phone and glanced at the screen, completely unaware that his mood was soaring, as if he could hear the sound of fireworks exploding in his mind.
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But Plan's attention was completely focused on the text message -
It's Gawain.
It was indeed Gawain! "I'm fine, don't worry. Thank you for your concern."
Pulan read the sentence over and over again, word by word. Since he said it was okay, it should be okay, right? There was no need for her to continue to care, right?
However, my stomach started burning again, and I couldn't stop feeling the ups and downs of anxiety.
Her fingers moved faster than her brain reacted. Before she had time to think clearly, she had already edited the text message and sent it out again.
"are you sure?"
Looking at the message she sent, Plan was stunned for a moment, and then finally realized that she still couldn't control her impulse.
She cares about Gao Wen sincerely.
After realizing this, Plan calmed down and regained some peace of mind, but his eyes were fixed on the phone screen and he couldn't stop.
"Inputting..."
In the message dialog box on the phone screen, Gao Wen’s profile picture shows a status like this, and it seems that he is typing an answer.
However, it disappeared immediately afterwards, as if Gao Wen had deleted all the replies.
Plan: ...
Just when I was about to put down my phone, I saw it again——
"Inputting..."
Plan held the phone in both hands, staring at the screen intently, watching the string of ellipsis buffering again and again, and then disappearing again.
call.
Plan let out a long breath and put her phone back on the table with the screen facing down. She didn't want to pay attention to that dialog box anymore.
She returned her gaze to the book and forced herself to concentrate, reminding herself that she still had homework to finish and must not be distracted at this moment.
She has expressed her concern, and that is enough. Yes! That is enough!
(End of this chapter)