"Obviously, our lovely Yannick still needs some time to adapt to the whole situation."

McEnroe is an old boy.

There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes, and he was even more excited than the program crew and Nike production team, and looked ready to go.

Gao Wen stared at Sinna on the monitor screen——

I was confused and had a lot of questions in my head, but I couldn't keep up with the pace of change in the situation, so I didn't have time to organize my thoughts and was just being pushed forward.

So, encouraged by the eyes of his mother and brother, he completed the signature. The signing gesture, stroke by stroke, looked like a child doing homework. Even if you couldn't see it, you could imagine the effect of the signature, which should be very regular and neat, and full of sincerity.

Unable to help, a faint smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes, a little bit of relief and a little bit of excitement.

Then, Gawain tilted his body slightly toward McEnroe and nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it will take a little time, no more, no less. Six years should be enough."

Six years?

McEnroe didn't follow Gawain's train of thought. He was stunned for a moment and reacted a whole beat late.

The age difference between Gao Wen and Sinner is exactly six years. Gao Wen was teasing Sinner, but in fact he was also making fun of himself: he was making fun of himself for only having fans last year, and he was also making fun of himself for still not being able to adapt to the cheers and support from fans.

Simple words, but full of wisdom and humor.

"Ha ha."

McEnroe clapped his hands and laughed, shaking his head.

"Gawain, playing tennis really limits your performance."

"Yeah, I think so too."

McEnroe turned his head to look at Gawain's serious face, nodded solemnly in agreement, and his laughter became even more cheerful, and the hearty laughter was deafening.

Not to mention McEnroe, even the production team was laughing.

McEnroe seemed eager to try, his thoughts quickened, he turned to look at the production team and quickly reminded them.

"We need to speed up a bit, otherwise Yannick and the others will notice something unusual."

Pranks also require timing.

The production team agreed with McEnroe and nodded in agreement. "We've already arranged it."

When it comes to producing programs, Gowen's experience and expertise are clearly not as good as McEnroe's, and his attention is now completely focused on the monitor screen.

He immediately realized what McEnroe meant.

After waiting for the waiter to leave, Sinner's expression was filled with confusion.

What on earth was going on? It was clear at a glance that Sinner had noticed something was wrong. The whole thing didn't make sense, but it seemed like there was always a key missing, and there was no way to piece together the whole picture.

After all, I am still too young.

On the contrary, Sieglinde and Mark who were sitting next to them didn't think much about it. They didn't think it was a big deal, just a small episode. They talked freely, and it could be seen from their relaxed expressions and clear eyes that they were indeed very relaxed and enjoying it.

It looked like they were on vacation at the beach.

No matter what, they must hurry up and push the entire event forward before Sinner figures it out.

McEnroe looked away and glanced at Gawain. "If it were you, what would you do?"

Gao Wen thought about it seriously, "It will be difficult for me to see the clues for a while, after all, I have never experienced it, but if it were me, I would take the initiative to attack."

"Oh? How do you attack?"

"I will go directly into the restaurant, find the restaurant manager and chef, express my gratitude, tell them that today's lunch experience is very good, and that it is my honor. I hope to express my gratitude face to face, and then see how they are doing, how the conversation feels, etc., and maybe I can get some clues."

"Oh, oh oh oh, a frontal breakthrough."

McEnroe started to make a noise, with an expression of enjoying the fun, and even Gawain smiled and made a self-deprecating joke.

"My personality is not suitable for the show. I will either ruin the surprise or play a prank on the show. The production team will probably have a headache."

McEnroe laughed again.

During the conversation, changes occurred on the monitor again——

The program crew acted quickly and realized that Sinner might have realized something was wrong, so they sped up the follow-up actions to prevent Sinner from catching any clues.

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There was a surge of activity at the scene.

This restaurant, located in Roland-Garros, is very popular among guests, not because the food is particularly delicious, but because of its unique geographical location.

Located on the street, there is a constant stream of people at the entrance. There is a ticket window diagonally opposite, and you can go to the window to pick up your tickets at any time. Entering the restaurant, you will find a different world. In addition to the indoor seats, there is also a small garden at the back where you can choose to enjoy the sunshine outdoors.

In the garden, in addition to rockery and flowers, there is also a red clay court for entertainment.

Guests dining here can come down to the court at any time if they want to experience the texture of the red clay of the competition venue and the feeling of hitting the match ball.

More importantly, at the far end of the court, separated by a small passage, is a formal competition venue. It is not a large stadium, but a small stadium with three rows of seats on each side. It is often used for matches between unseeded players, but it is still the official venue for the French Open.

In other words, when you are dining or having afternoon tea here, you can still vaguely see the grand occasion of the game through the barbed wire and feel the atmosphere of the French Open.

Thanks to this, this restaurant is indeed very popular; plus the food costs have not been deliberately increased and are basically the same as restaurants in the center of Paris, spectators who come to watch the game are often very happy to come here to enjoy a formal lunch and experience the feeling of watching a game on a picnic in the suburbs.

At this time, Sinner's family was sitting in the back garden. Because of their location, Sinner had his back to the practice ground, so he couldn't see what was happening on the court.

Then, before Sinner could sort out a thought, the other guests in the restaurant noticed the bustle on the training ground and looked over there one after another——

What appeared was a group of caddies.

They were wearing the official ball boy uniforms of the French Open and swarmed into the practice range like a tide, raising a slight cloud of dust.

Although the movement was not loud, due to the large number of people, it easily attracted everyone's attention, and even Sieglinde and Mark noticed the abnormality.

So what happened? The caddies came to the center of the course and put up a banner that read:

"Yannik Sinner, we love you!"

The customers in the restaurant were all confused and had no idea what was going on, because they had never heard of this name before. Many of them were whispering and guessing:

Is this a special proposal event? Are they about to witness a happy marriage?

Mark's jaw was almost dislocated and his eyeballs seemed to fall out. He tried to make some sound, but no sound came out. He could only keep looking back at Sinner, signaling with his eyes and actions: Look, look!

Sinna didn't understand what was going on, and grumbled "What's wrong?", but still turned his head away obediently -