Chapter 1483 A Hug

Hazy, sleepy, and with a chaotic brain that hadn't fully woken up, I could see a dark crowd in front of me.

A small group of fans gathered on both sides of the hotel entrance, shouting at the top of their lungs. The hotel security personnel put up a cordon, but they were unable to stop their enthusiasm and passion, and the noise kept rolling in.

After the game, they immediately came to the hotel to wait, hoping to tell Gao Wen in person:

“The game was very, very exciting!”

"In my heart, you are the champion!"

"Gawain, I will always support you."

They cheered, shouted, and jumped, shouting at the top of their lungs to convey their enthusiasm to Gawain, and became Gawain's strong backing with practical actions.

The scene before him was completely beyond Gao Wen's expectations. There seemed to be more people.

Then, in the bustling crowd, Gawain saw Plan at a glance.

Amid the surging and boiling crowd of fans, Plan held up the cheering sign in his hand high, jumped and shouted, his smile like a sunflower proudly blooming in midsummer, always brilliant and bright.

“You’re my hero.”

This is what was written on the cheering sign.

However, Gawain did not feel it was real, and he began to suspect that he was too tired to have hallucinations, and that everything before him was just a mirage.

But Plan still smiled, brightly and firmly, staring at her sun intently, waving the cheering sign vigorously and calling out loudly.

"Gawain, I love you."

He shouted, his smile growing wider, a brilliance emerging from his eyes, and then he shouted even louder.

"I love you!"

She was obviously not the only one. Other fans around her were also shouting "I love you", so that Plan's shouting did not feel abrupt at all. It even stimulated the competitive mentality of other fans. They rushed to raise their voices, and each one shouted more excitedly and fanatically than the other.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Plan seemed very satisfied with the commotion in front of him. The smile on his lips was fully blossomed. He seemed to be able to hear a series of silver bell-like laughter. There was a mischievous light in his eyes, with a little pride and satisfaction.

As a result, the smile on Gao Wen's lips also rose slightly.

After a brief hesitation, Gao Wen walked towards the fans and began to sign autographs and take photos with them to express his gratitude in a small way.

It was noisy and exciting all the way, but finally the footsteps stopped in front of Plan.

The smile on Plan's lips paused slightly. When he really felt Gawain's gaze up close, his cheeks felt hot and he couldn't help but feel shy.

But Plan still controlled himself, raised his head, looked at Gawain with bright eyes, and spoke sincerely without any mischief or joke.

"Thank you for fighting until the very end."

Simple and plain words, but filled with genuine enthusiasm.

After the game, Plan ran and sprinted all the way, hoping to tell Gao Wen these words as she did back then. She hoped he could hear them.

Gawain was slightly stunned, staring into Plan's eyes, and then he saw the sea of ​​stars in those eyes, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Then, Gao Wen did not speak, but took the cheering card from Plan's hand, signed it at the back, and left without saying anything more.

Slowly, Plan, like the other fans present, watched Gawain's back disappear into the hotel lobby. Then the fans started to get excited one by one, chattering about the encounter that had just taken place.

Of course, there is also today's game -

Perhaps, this was a defeat, but for the fans of Gawain, this game should become their most popular topic of conversation in the next period of time. The significance of the game itself has surpassed the victory or defeat.

Amid the noise, Plan looked down at his cheering sign.

"I'll go upstairs and change. Meet me at the exit on the first floor kitchen side."

puff……

Plan was on the verge of laughing out loud, her mood rising uncontrollably, but on the surface, she continued to remain calm and composed, continuing to chat while slowly retreating, and finally disappearing from everyone's sight.

Plan had to try her best to control her urge to run. She had to pretend to be calm and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

However, my heart was beating so wildly in my chest that it almost exploded.

She pushed open the kitchen door and walked through it. No one in the busy kitchen noticed her presence at all. Finally, she came to the side alley of the hotel. As soon as she opened the door, she could smell the smell of food waste.

A little cold, a little rotten, a little damp, it's really hard to describe.

Plan pulled his coat closer, thinking carefully about Gawain's expression. Although he was smiling, he could not hide the fatigue between his brows.

If you think about it carefully, Gao Wen played a long game for five hours, and then went through the long process of post-match treatment and relaxation and post-match press conference. Fatigue is a normal reaction. Then Plan regretted it——

She should have let Gawain rest. After all, the message she wanted to convey had been presented to him, right? She should have left next...

Bang! The sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. Pulan turned back reflexively and saw a figure wearing a black coat and a black baseball cap. His tall and slender figure instantly filled his sight.

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"Sorry, you didn't wait too long did you?"

The deep voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of fatigue again.

"Let's go. The air here is not very good. Let's leave here first."

Gawain took Plan's right hand and started to move forward, but Plan held Gawain's left hand and pulled him back, while his steps remained where they were.

Gao Wen was a little surprised and turned to look over, "What's wrong?"

Plan took a deep breath and said, "You should rest."

Gao Wen: ...

Plan smiled and said, "After such a tense game and the bombardment after the game, what you need most now is rest. Paris is right there and we can visit it anytime. We don't need to rush."

Gawain still said nothing, but just stared at Plan quietly.

The burning gaze made Plan feel a little shy, and she flickered her eyes slightly in uneasiness, but she still raised her head and met Gawain's gaze.

"You should take a good rest. I still like..."

Before he could finish his words, Plan felt a shadow covering him, and the next second he was surrounded by Gawain's arms.

"Well."

Pran exclaimed, but Gawain's low voice reached his ears.

"Just a little while."

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Plan's ears could hear Gawain's voice vibrating in his chest, along with the sound of his heartbeat, which seemed to be hitting his eardrums.

Take a deep breath, and the clean scent of soapberries will fill your nasal cavity, just like the first ray of morning light in early spring, lightly falling on the dewdrops.

Plan's cheeks were slightly hot, but he didn't dare to move. He just leaned obediently in Gawain's arms, feeling his breath surrounding him, and the heartbeat on his eardrums became clearer and clearer.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

For a moment, Plan had trouble telling whether it was Gawain's heartbeat or his own.

Time slowed down at this moment, and it seemed that the sound of the hourglass could be clearly heard.

(End of this chapter)