Chapter 1538: Like a Spring Breeze
Although Wimbledon has not yet begun, Gawain has already fallen in love with Wimbledon——
There is a sense of ritual.
From clothing preparation to stadium etiquette, from event preparation to competition progress, the procedures hidden in the details can deeply feel the weight of history, and every move is filled with depth of heritage.
Although the rules and frameworks restrict one's hands and feet and are often annoying, they also convey a sense of ritual, which reminds Gawain of his childhood. Going to the tennis court was a form of entertainment, a ritual, and a desirable existence.
It's just like the first day of school in the first grade of elementary school. I neatly prepare my books, pencil case, exercise books, school bag and uniform, and check, organize and confirm them over and over again. The sacred feeling brought by those rituals and rules is full of happiness and yearning.
Later, as I grew up, the sense of mystery gradually disappeared, the sense of sacredness no longer existed, and the sense of ritual became a kind of shackle.
However, occasionally recalling the anticipation and excitement on the eve of the first day of school, the excitement to the point of being unable to sleep, is a memory that can never be replicated.
Now, the same is true at Wimbledon.
Perhaps, after attending Wimbledon for the second or third time, Gawain would begin to get tired of the framework of these rituals, but that was a matter for the future. At least now, attending Wimbledon for the first time made him relive the joy of learning tennis in his childhood, and the eager anticipation of trying it out filled his chest.
I didn't feel this pure sense of anticipation even when I first participated in the US Open last year.
Today is Friday, and there are still three days left before Wimbledon officially starts. The Wimbledon tournament officials will conduct the regional draw.
Although the Australian Open draw ceremony is also broadcast live on television and the Internet around the world, in terms of tradition and ceremony, it is ultimately not as good as Wimbledon.
Even though it was just a draw ceremony, Wimbledon held it as a formal dinner, and all those who went to the draw site had to wear formal attire.
In the past, the requirements were more stringent, with men's suits and women's evening gowns being standard, and people could not enter without a tie. Now, the requirements have become much more relaxed, with T-shirts or jeans allowed, but jackets must have collars, and shorts or slippers are not allowed. As long as it's not too exaggerated, you can enter.
In addition, the draw ceremony itself also has a formal process. It not only shows respect for the defending champion who is responsible for the draw, but also blows the horn for a new year of competition. Everything shows a sense of ritual.
The prelude to a feast slowly opens before our eyes.
It is precisely because of this that, although Gao Wen is not planning to go to the draw ceremony today, he still feels ready to go when he goes to the practice field.
Through the door panel, you can feel the hot air outside——
Click, click, click, click, click…click…click…click…
From weak to strong, and then from strong to weak.
You can tell from the sound that the paparazzi are always ready. No matter who goes out, they will press the shutter button reflexively. When they realize that it is not the target person, the shutter sound will gradually weaken, but they will continue to press a few more times professionally. The fast and slow sound can make you feel the change in the atmosphere.
And then.
Click…click…click…click…click…click…click…
——Buzz buzz buzz.
The door of the villa was opened again, and the person who appeared behind Pert was Gawain.
The shutter sound hesitated for a moment, and then burst out with amazing energy, and the vast silver light curtain poured down like a waterfall. In an instant, the whole world was immersed in a bright halo, and even the lines of the buildings and trees disappeared, all hidden in the halo.
Time stops briefly; space solidifies briefly.
Thousands of eyes were all directed towards Gawain. The sounds of shutter clicks and flashes intertwined to create a symphony. The whole world was filled with a roar.
Agassi and Pelt in front of them hurried past, and the paparazzi and reporters in front of them took it for granted that Gawain would do the same, so they rushed forward one by one, and the bustling questions were all intertwined, and it was impossible to hear clearly, there was only a buzzing sound.
But it turned out not to be the case.
Gao Wen stopped, smiled, looked at everyone calmly, accepted the treatment of being photographed, and showed extraordinary patience.
reporter:???
Gradually, everyone at the scene came to their senses and realized that Gao Wen was not planning to leave, so there seemed to be no need to continue pressing the shutter button frantically.
So, what is going on now? The imagined scene should be that Gawain is running away with his head in his hands, and the reporters are chasing him relentlessly. The game of chase will continue around Wimbledon for a while, and finally he will be interrupted and intercepted by the vicious security guards at the entrance of the training ground. Gawain hides in the training ground in a panic and enjoys a moment of peace.
Then, the paparazzi and reporters continued to wait at the entrance of the training ground, waiting for the next wave of chasing games.
But now? Even the experienced British paparazzi were briefly stunned: This reaction is wrong.
The next second, Gawain smiled and raised his right hand.
Huh.
The reporters standing in the front row took a small step back, but were unable to do so due to the overcrowded crowd. However, one could still see the wheat waves falling back like the wind. There was also some trampling in the hustle and bustle. One could hear someone shouting "My shoes!" and the panicked voice was actually a bit funny.
Such a strong reaction also startled Gao Wen. He was slightly stunned, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth rose greatly and became brighter.
"Good morning."
Gao Wen said.
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It turned out to be a greeting. When the reporters realized Gao Wen's real purpose, they all blushed, and their previous panic became even more embarrassing.
But why?
Why did Gao Wen stop to greet the reporters? Was he planning to hold a press conference outside the villa? What was he up to?
After staring at each other in bewilderment for a short while, a reporter finally couldn't help but ask, "Gao Wen, is there really nothing going on between you and Jennifer Lawrence?"
An opportunity is an opportunity. The reporters didn't care about Gao Wen's calculations. Since Gao Wen had stopped, they would definitely not miss it.
"No." Clearly and honestly.
"Do you think your early elimination from the Queen's Club Cup had anything to do with the scandal?"
"No."
"Do you think Jennifer going to the game had any impact on you?"
"No."
"Are you sure you don't?"
"Sure."
"Really?"
"real."
Although the questions came one after another, were aggressive and constantly tested Gawain's bottom line, but Gawain's smile was always gently raised, and his gentle answers easily resolved all the attacks. The back and forth of questions and answers was surprisingly harmonious.
This scene seems a little bit wrong, right? But for a moment, the reporters had no way to think about it. They were eager to seize the opportunity and all their attacks rushed towards Gawain.
Opportunity is rare and will never come back. This should be the only thought in the minds of reporters.
(End of this chapter)