"Pah! Gawain!"
Plan shouted loudly, excitedly and passionately.
Feeling Gawain's gaze, this time, Plan did not dodge or escape. Instead, he stood there calmly and shouted.
Just like a fanatical fan——
Today, she came to Roland Garros hoping to tell Gawain that no matter what the game situation is like, no matter what difficulties he faces, she will always stand behind him and fight side by side with him.
He is not alone.
But these words, expressed in words, seem awkward and corny, and instead seem frivolous; it is better to show them through actual actions, a smile, a look, and cheering together.
She didn't need Gawain's response, because she didn't want Gawain to be distracted, delay his training schedule to take care of her, or break his daily routine to accompany her. She just wanted Gawain to feel that power, and that was enough.
So, Plan did not avoid it, but stood among the fans and shouted as much as he could.
She met Gawain's gaze brilliantly, happily, and firmly.
"Pah! Gawain!"
Two high fives and a shout.
She had wanted to do this when she was watching the game on TV before, but she always felt a little silly cheering alone at home. Now she can finally break free and shout out with the fans.
It feels so good.
In the sunlight, Gawain's movements paused slightly, and he was a little unable to turn around. He subconsciously took two steps forward, and then he screamed out of control.
“Ahhhh!”
“Ahhhh!”
The crowd was boiling with excitement. The fans in the corner near the direction where Gawain was heading went crazy, and their screams were unbridled.
They could even feel other players rushing towards this corner, just wanting to get closer and closer to Gawain. Even just feeling the scalding sweat up close was enough to draw them to a flame. The heat wave spread out like this.
With bared fangs and claws.
Gawain could clearly feel the licking of the scorching flames on the surface of his skin, goose bumps were screaming wildly, and his peripheral vision immediately caught the surging crowd. He reacted immediately and stopped where he was.
In the crowd, Gawain's eyes were fixed on that figure.
Although Gawain's head was full of question marks at this time and he obviously didn't understand the situation in front of him, he looked at Plan quietly. The touch of his eyes could make him feel the joy and happiness hidden in them, overflowing bit by bit.
There were crowds of people around, but Plan was still focused on her movements, shouting and cheering with abandon. Even when the noise around her swallowed her figure, she still steadfastly beat her hands and shouted loudly.
Then, the corners of Gawain's mouth also rose up along with Plan's, outlining a similar arc. The hot energy and vitality slowly watered his heart, and his little universe seemed to be burning again.
Plan saw it, she saw Gawain's eyes, and also saw Gawain's smile. Then, all the fans around her had lost their minds. They also saw the slight curve at the corners of Gawain's mouth. The screams burst out with incredible energy, breaking through the shackles and soaring into the sky.
“Ahhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”
The noise surrounded the entire training ground.
But Plan didn't care at all. She just looked at Gawain with a smile. Likewise, Gawain looked back at her with a smile, and their eyes met in the air.
Plop.
Plop.
They seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats. All the noise and turbulence disappeared briefly, and the moment condensed into eternity. Then the noise came back from far away, filling the quiet blank in their ears again. They could clearly feel the heat and madness of the scene.
A glance is enough.
Gawain stopped and did not move forward. Instead, he turned around and walked back, raising his hand to signal Dimitrov: Continue training.
Looking at Gao Wen's back, Plan's heart surged uncontrollably, and then she jumped up again, cheering more devotedly and enthusiastically.
"Pah! Gawain!"
No matter what giant beasts and monsters are lurking in the fog ahead, they will fight side by side, bravely challenge, and fight to the end.
My mood just soars.
The not-so-bright sunshine at Roland Garros today seemed to have a little more freshness of early summer. Just by closing your eyes you could feel the breeze mixed with moisture from the Seine blowing on your face. Skirts were flying, steps were brisk, and bustling laughter and shouts were surging in the cafe on the corner.
On the court.
Dimitrov, who was standing opposite the net, did not return to the baseline immediately after reaching the net.
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A second ago, he was looking at Gao Wen's backhand straight pass in astonishment, unable to believe that his shot could be saved, amazed and confused.
The next second, he noticed Gawain's abnormality, followed Gawain's line of sight, and after a little time he saw the familiar face.
Dimitrov showed a meaningful smile on his face and continued to stand there, but he unexpectedly found that Gawain did not come forward to greet Plan, but instead returned to the field and prepared to continue practicing.
Actually!
If it was Dimitrov, this would never happen! Then Dimitrov made a gesture and beckoned Gawain to come forward.
Gawain didn't understand what was going on. He thought something had happened with Dimitrov. He trotted forward and saw Dimitrov's face was stern and solemn, and Gawain also became serious.
Dimitrov closed the distance and whispered in Gawain's ear.
"Haven't you heard? Showing affection on the training ground will result in a yellow card warning. If you do it again for the second time, you will get a cumulative red card and must leave the training ground."
Gawain was slightly stunned, and glanced at Dimitrov in confusion.
Dimitrov couldn't hold it back, and a smile slowly crept up to the corners of his eyes.
Gao Wen finally reacted and was speechless.
Dimitrov rarely saw Gawain being humiliated, so he laughed heartily.
Gawain leaned forward slightly, close to Dimitrov's ear, and very gently and politely... cursed.
Dimitrov was totally unaware, paused for a moment, then laughed even more wildly, literally laughing out loud. Such a scene was truly rare, but looking at the smile on Gawain's lips, Dimitrov knew that Gawain was also joking with him.
Around the training ground, fans were confused and had no idea what the two men were doing.
But for the fans, this had no effect. Even if they had no idea what they were talking about, as long as they saw some disturbances on the scene, they would not hesitate to scream and roar. Their amazing lung capacity made people wonder if they had received professional lung training.
So, are those fanatical fans also like this when they see their idols? They don’t care what the idols do, and can still scream crazily even if the idols just wipe their sweat and drink water?
Wait, this doesn't seem right?