Chapter 1081 The Wicked Witch
"Gawain! Gregor!"
The lady with dreadlocks shouted loudly, but amid the roars and cheers, her voice was like a small boat that surged up and down. It was very difficult for her to find her center of gravity. She had to keep waving the phone that she was holding tightly in her palm, creating waves with her movements.
"Gawain!"
"Oh, God! Gawain!"
As they were shouting, the fans noticed that Gawain and Dimitrov were approaching them, screaming, and completely lost control.
“Ahhhh!”
“Ahhhh!”
All the shouts and all the sounds were swept up in the mighty screams and crushed to pieces. In the end, only a rolling heat wave continued to burn.
Gawain and Dimitrov put their golf bags aside, stopped and smiled at the fans in front of them.
Screaming and starting to twist.
It seemed to have broken through the limit and exceeded the frequency that human ears could receive, so that the surging sound gradually disappeared and instead gradually became quiet.
Gawain smiled and nodded to the fans, then he and Dimitrov walked straight towards the lady with dreadlocks, and he took the initiative to say hello.
"Hey, good afternoon."
"I assume you are Ms. Lawanda, right? It's an honor to meet you."
The lady with dreadlocks covered her mouth, and her body trembled uncontrollably like a girl who had seen her idol, staring blankly at Gawain.
No sound can be made.
"……Jesus Christ!"
finally!
The lady with dreadlocks found her own voice, and her slightly trembling voice revealed the emotions surging within her that were ready to explode.
"Do you know me?"
"My God, Gawain knows me, I can't believe it."
"God, oh, God, forgive me, I really, really want to swear at this moment, I think, I must be mentally ill."
"Not only did I see Gawain with my own eyes, but Gawain also knew me. If this is a dream, please, don't wake me up, really please."
He is outspoken, cheerful and bright. Not only will he not offend anyone, but he also seems friendly and familiar, just like the neighbor aunt who has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
No need to introduce myself, this should be the celebrity of the entire Indian Wells, Lawanda. After so many days of twists and turns, we finally meet officially.
This made Gao Wen laugh heartily. "Ms. Lawanda, please allow me to introduce you solemnly. This is my good friend, Grigor Dimitrov. Please do not ignore him, otherwise he might cry when we get to the practice field."
A teasing made Dimitrov speechless and look up at the sky, "Gawain!"
Ha ha!
Hahaha! Lawanda laughed heartily, and her deafening laughter was comparable to the beating of a drum. A vulture that happened to pass overhead was hit by the sonic wave and fell vertically for two seconds.
Although the adjustment was completed quickly and the danger of vertical landing was avoided, the shaky flight curve could be seen and the sequelae were very obvious.
"Grigor Gregor Grigor, I'm sorry. Please forgive my rudeness."
Lawanda opened her arms and gave Dimitrov a tight hug, which was warm and enthusiastic, and far more direct than words could express.
"You performed very well in today's game. Really very well. Ignore those hateful voices. They are just jealous of you. Who can reject you?"
Dimitrov was a little shy, still not used to the enthusiasm of strangers, but he also teased, "You, you chose Gawain, didn't you?"
"Ha ha!"
Lawanda laughed heartily, but did not deny it. Instead, she looked back at Gawain and covered her chest with her hands.
"Gawain, thank God, I finally see you."
"I love your game, I love it so much, I've always wanted to tell you that in person."
Be generous and unconcealed.
Lawanda expressed her love so directly; that simple and pure emotion flowed through her heart like a warm current.
Even the "abandoned" Dimitrov did not feel any jealousy when looking at the sincere and lovely Lawanda in front of him, and his smile rose up along with her.
No words are needed to deeply feel that Lawanda truly loves tennis and pours all her enthusiasm and passion into it.
Maybe, Lawanda is not a professional player, but as a fan, she is still unreserved and can even feel the warmth deep in her soul.
Such a Lawanda is also shining.
Quietly gazing at Lawanda in front of him, Dimitrov felt a little envious. That kind of pure love for tennis was exactly what he missed now. After leaving the doubles court, he saw Lawanda again, reminding him over and over again: how did he choose tennis and how did he step into the professional arena?
The chest cavity fills up little by little.
Now, we can finally understand why Lawanda has been able to grow with Indian Wells for ten years, and why she has won the love of so many players in Indian Wells. After just one meeting, Gawain and Dimitrov have also fallen in love with this lady with dreadlocks.
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After saying that, Lawanda smiled widely and took the initiative to extend an invitation.
"Excuse me, I know you guys are getting ready to go to training, but could you please take a picture with me?"
"I really...really...very badly need..."
As he spoke, Lawanda began to fiddle with his phone, fearing that he would waste too much time and cause delays in Gawain and Dimitrov's training.
But because he was too excited and anxious, his hands were shaking and he became flustered. The more anxious he was, the worse he got. The worse he got, the more anxious he became. In the end, his words became silent and he was completely focused on his phone, making only a series of meaningless humming sounds.
Immediately, Lawanda realized her own faux pas, and her sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of her nose.
"Feel sorry."
"Gawain, I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to delay you. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."
Because of nervousness, a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead and nose tip.
A smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes. Instead of expressing comfort, he joked in a warm tone.
"Of course no problem, Ms. Lawanda."
"To be precise, Grigor and I came here specifically to take a photo with you. Now, the entire ATP and WTA should only have us two missing, right?"
"We have been ostracized by the other players. In order to integrate into the group, I think we two need to hurry up. We don't want to be outsiders."
Ha ha!
Not only Lawanda, but other fans around also laughed, and the eyes they cast towards Lawanda were filled with a little envy.
Lawanda didn't have time to enjoy these envious gazes. She was nervous and panicked. She quickly raised her head and pushed up her sunglasses that had slipped down due to sweat.
"I'm trying to collect a group photo of all the top 100 players in the ATP and WTA rankings, but obviously, it's a difficult task."
"Let me see if it's possible to accomplish this within five years."
In just one sentence, we can see the difference of Lawanda. She not only likes those big-name players, but also likes the sport of tennis.
She loves everyone who participates in tennis and everyone who loves tennis, just like she loves the Indian Wells tournament.
For Indian Wells and tennis, it is indeed a blessing to have such fans.
The same is true for Gawain.
(End of this chapter)