There were clouds in the sky, and the sparse sunlight was slowly pouring down, filling the air with the coolness of late spring and early summer. It seemed as if time had lingered for a moment in the cafe on the corner, and everything had slowed down.
However, this still did not stop the enthusiasm of the audience to flock to Roland Garros. Today, the men's and women's singles quarter-finals in the other half of the zone will be fully launched -
In the men's singles, Djokovic and Murray will take the stage to defend the majesty of the giants.
In women's singles, Serena Williams is ready to make her debut for the semi-finals.
Although the lineup was slightly inferior to yesterday's appearance of Federer, Nadal, Gawain, the Bryan brothers, Ivanovic and Wawrinka, and the audience flow dropped slightly, it was still noisy.
After all, the top four in singles and doubles will be decided, which also means that the Grand Slam competition is about to enter the final sprint. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year.
The audience's enthusiasm continues to surge.
Being in the crowd, Plan felt a little nervous.
She kept convincing herself that no one would notice her existence and she was just an ordinary member among the millions of spectators.
But... a guilty conscience is always present.
She knew that her purpose for coming to Roland Garros today was not simple, so she naturally became nervous, fearing that her abnormality would attract attention.
Apparently, Puran came for Gawain.
Yesterday's match was extremely tense and difficult, comparable to the Australian Open final. Even watching it in front of the TV almost made me suffocate, let alone the person who personally experienced this ups and downs. Plan thought that Gao Wen needed a little support.
So, Plan is going to Roland Garros to tell Gawain in person that he is not fighting alone.
However.
After arriving at the scene, Plan still couldn't control his nervousness. Things seemed a little different from what he had imagined.
Gawain in training.
On non-match days, Gao Wen maintains the intensity of two training sessions a day, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. This is only the hitting time on the court. There are also additional gym training and basic training, etc.
The entire training ground was surrounded by people.
Plan was a little surprised.
She thought that as the tournament entered its final stage, the audience flow became more and more concentrated, with people generally gathering at the Philippe Chatrier and Suzanne Lenglen stadiums, and the attention paid to the training ground would inevitably decline.
On the one hand, people have watched training many times and it’s no longer fresh; on the other hand, exciting competitions are more attractive.
For example, Serena Williams, who is currently warming up for her first match against Philippe Chatrier, should have more fans around the training ground.
But no one expected that Gao Wen, who had no competition today and was only doing daily training, still attracted a large number of spectators and the scene was very lively.
"Gawain, I love you!"
“Ahhhh, ahhhhh!”
Screams and declarations of love came one after another, and even the sight of Gawain wiping his sweat could trigger a group of uncontrollable shouts, and the "hissing hissing" panting sounds were endless. The atmosphere at the whole scene was really hot.
Plan felt a little strange -
She did not inform Gawain of her presence, so naturally she did not enter the training ground. It should have been a surprise, but now she was in a dilemma.
Standing in the middle of a crowd of wildly enthusiastic fans drooling over Gawain, Plan wasn't sure whether he should risk exposing his identity.
The increasingly explicit crowing of the chickens awakened certain images in Plan's mind -
bass.
His cheeks suddenly became hot. Looking at Gawain running on the court, Plan felt a little shy and annoyed. He patted his head heavily: This brain is full of yellow garbage! What's going on!
Right at this moment.
The tennis ball rolled to the corner of the court. Gawain walked towards the corner of the wire fence to pick up the ball. As a result, the screams around him became uncontrollable and the wire fence began to clang.
Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh…
Rising steadily.
Continuous.
The sound exploded directly on his eardrums. Plan felt a sudden tension for no reason, and then he caught Gawain's gaze.
Oops!
"oh!"
Plan screamed, turned around and ran away. The surging crowd didn't even notice her departure and quickly filled up the empty seat again.
Gao Wen stood on the court, paused, and thought he was dazzled.
In a blink of an eye, Plan was completely knocked out of the crowd. He stood there in a daze, his cheeks burning, and he was a little at a loss.
But--
Why did she run away? What was this kind of nervousness and anxiety that made her heart almost burst because she was worried about being caught?
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Something seems to be wrong, right?
Plan stood there, her mind full of question marks, and then turned to look at the surging crowd behind her. Maybe she needed to be quiet and sort out her thoughts.
He took a few steps forward, and before he could reach the training ground next door, Plan saw a familiar figure with a handsome appearance.
Dimitrov.
With his tall stature and handsome face, he stands out in the crowd and can easily attract other people's attention without any effort.
"Grigor..."
Plan was about to say hello, but the words were on his tongue and he stopped.
She thought that she would travel low-key today to avoid being discovered and exposed as much as possible. Not wanting to be discovered by reporters or fans was a small matter. The big matter was to avoid distracting Gao Wen's attention and affecting tomorrow's semi-finals.
So, shouldn't she say hello to Dimitrov too?
During this pause, Plan saw a figure appear behind Dimitrov.
His coach, Rashid.
Plan and Rashid did not know each other. They had only seen each other from a distance at the training ground. But at that time, she could feel that Rashid seemed very tense. Today, looking at him from a distance, Plan was not sure if it was her preconceived notion, but she always felt that Rashid was also a little tense.
Rashid quickly caught up with Dimitrov and spoke with some anxiety, and a hint of anger could be detected in his hurried tone.
"…What do you think of yourself as? A sparring partner who can be summoned and dismissed at will? Grigor, you are a top ten player in the world."
Rashid lowered his voice. Obviously, he realized that this was a public place. Although the fans were basically gathered around the training ground and there were only a few figures in the aisle, he still needed to pay attention. So he controlled his emotions, but his words still spread in the wind.
Dimitrov seemed a little angry as well. He stopped and retorted.
"So what you're saying is that we can treat those players who are ranked outside the top 100 as sparring partners casually and don't need to respect them, right?"
Rashid choked.
Dimitrov's personality still doesn't like conflicts. After he stabbed Rashid, his expression softened. But because he was still angry, he couldn't bow his head to apologize, so he just complained coldly.
"Besides, I'm no longer in the top ten in the world. Have you forgotten?"
Rashid was stunned. He looked at Dimitrov in disbelief and exclaimed, "Grigor!"
Although the scene in front of me is not suitable for laughter, why does it feel funny for some reason?