Chapter 1447: Keeping a Secret

Looking at Rashid who had a lot to say, the last string of reason in Dimitrov's mind broke, and the words just rushed out.

"Yes, you thought Gawain was going to use me, you thought Gawain was going to frame me, you thought everyone in the world was trying to stop my progress and growth."

"But if you, as a coach, are so blinded by your own biases that you can't even see my situation, then I don't know what I can continue to learn from you."

"Perhaps, Roger, we should end this partnership."

Rashid was stunned.

Dimitrov was also a little surprised. He really didn't want to say it in this way. He shook his head slightly, revealing a painful look; but it was too late to undo what had been done...

Then, Dimitrov closed his eyes, and instead of apologizing or giving in as usual, he gritted his teeth and spoke out in one breath.

"I don't know, Roger, I don't know either, but I meant everything I said just now."

After opening his eyes again, Dimitrov looked at Rashid, whose face was filled with astonishment and reluctance, and wanted to say something, but in the end he softened his heart.

He knew that Rashid would no longer listen, and likewise, Rashid thought that he had refused to accept his advice, which meant that their communication had reached a dead end. The two were clearly still talking and communicating, but it was all ineffective.

All attempts are in vain.

Rashid noticed that Dimitrov was hesitant to speak, as if he had grabbed a lifeline, "Grigor, you need to calm down. What you just said is not your idea. These are wrong ideas that John has instilled in you. You need to regain your sanity and think about what is going on."

Dimitrov felt a little powerless.

The words swirled on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them all in the end. They were just hitting a wall, and there was no point in continuing to communicate. Then Dimitrov shook his head gently, "Roger, Gawain is still waiting for me."

Then, Dimitrov took a step forward, leaving Rashid standing there alone, his hair disheveled in the wind.

Amid the whistling wind, one can hear Rashid's furious words, "You will regret this," mixed with a string of obscenities. One doesn't even need to see it with one's own eyes to picture Rashid's hideous face and waving arms in one's mind. His voice is like a sharp blade that can still hurt people even without physical contact.

Dimitrov fled in a hurry and in a somewhat embarrassed manner, just wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

After turning a corner, Dimitrov entered the passage between the two training grounds.

The space was narrow and clear. Dimitrov could see at a glance an embarrassed figure standing in the aisle with his back to the court, his head slightly lowered to cover his face, trying to hide his tracks.

Dimitrov really didn't have the mind to worry about others hearing their conversation and spreading it. His only thought now was to get into the training ground as quickly as possible and put all the troubles behind him for the time being. His eyes only swept across the figure and missed it without stopping.

But, does it look familiar? Dimitrov had passed by, but then he turned back and stepped back again, bending down to look at the side of his face.

"…Emily?"

Plan grinned in annoyance, turned around, gave Dimitrov an awkward smile, and pried at the wire mesh of the training ground with his fingers, gently pulling it twice, "The greening of Roland Garros needs to be improved."

There was not even any greenery or shade around the training ground, making it impossible to hide. She was like an ostrich, burying her head in the sand and not caring about her exposed body.

Dimitrov reacted, and a smile rose on his face, looking a little helpless. "Did you hear everything?"

Plan grinned, "Sorry."

Dimitrov waved his hands repeatedly, his smile revealing a bit of bitterness, "Emily...can you please not tell Gawain?"

At this time, Dimitrov returned to his usual gentle appearance, but his eyes and shoulders revealed a sense of tiredness, not anger, sadness or loss, but just pure tiredness, as if he had just completed a five-hour marathon and did not even have the energy to vent his emotions.

Plan knew that emotion, a kind of weariness, but also discouragement.

Plan nodded and said, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. If you don't want to tell it, you can trust my ability to keep it secret."

As he spoke, Plan made a gesture of zipping up his mouth.

"But……"

The tail of the words was slightly prolonged, and Plan was a little hesitant. She and Dimitrov were not that familiar with each other. After all, the two had met only a limited number of times, and their position at the moment seemed awkward. She was not even sure whether she should give Dimitrov advice, but she still said it.

"Gregor, this is just my personal opinion. I think maybe you should talk to Gawain. I think Gawain won't mind and will give you some advice."

She finally spoke out her inner thoughts, but Plan was a little worried. She was not sure how Dimitrov would react, so she quickly added another sentence.

"By the way, my coming to Roland Garros was also a surprise, Gawain didn't know."

Dimitrov was chewing on Plan's words carefully, and then his attention was dragged back. Looking at Plan, whose expression was a little restrained and shy, a smile quietly crept up the corners of his mouth. It was not helplessness nor bitterness, but a kind of genuine joy. He also made a small joke.

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"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

"Or do you have any surprise activities planned? Actually, I can cooperate with you. For example, we can scare Gao Wen. I think that is a good idea."

Looking at Dimitrov who was eager to try, Plan blinked and said, "Grigor, are you sure? Are you sure we are not the ones who got scared?"

"Uh..." Dimitrov thought carefully, "I think it's very possible."

"Haha." Plan couldn't help but laugh happily.

Not far away, a few fans turned their heads and noticed the movement here——

Plan immediately became alert and immediately raised his voice, "Gregor, thank you for giving me your autograph."

Before those eyes had time to doubt, they had already found a reasonable explanation: Dimitrov's female fans are also a powerful force in the tour.

Including themselves.

Fans who were originally watching Gao Wen's training came over in groups of three or four and greeted Dimitrov.

Plan naturally distanced himself from the crowd, and was blocked by the crowd. He smiled at Dimitrov across the surging waves, raised his thumb, and silently said with his mouth, "Keep training!"

Dimitrov's mood also brightened a little, and surrounded by fans, he walked towards the training ground.

Plan let out a long breath and started walking towards the wire fence again. He found a space in the corner and watched Gawain sweating on the court, concentrating and focused, bathing in the golden sunlight, like Apollo.

(End of this chapter)