Chapter 552 Conquering the fans

Buzz...

Jiang Yanqing felt a ringing sound in her ears, but she couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the burning air in the Diamond Stadium or the sound of her own boiling blood pounding in her chest. She just felt deeply that all the colors of the world were surging towards that figure.

Gurgling.

Jiang Yanqing's eyes were fixed on the figure who was packing his equipment bag and preparing to leave, fearing that if he blinked even a little, he might miss his smile or a look, and then he would involuntarily forget to breathe, and time would lose its meaning.

The air gradually began to boil. Jiang Yanqing was in the middle of a bustling crowd of about fifty or sixty people, crowded together beside the player tunnel, waiting for Gao Wen to pass by. Even though he tried his best to suppress it, his excitement and jubilation still slowly grew and overflowed.

"...Gawain."

"Gawain."

"Gawain! Aaaaaah! Aaaaah!"

From rustling whispers, to hurried calls, to heart-wrenching screams, as Gawain's footsteps approached, incredible energy gradually erupted, one by one, continuously surging forward, stretching out their hands with all their might, just trying to get closer to Gawain, closer and closer.

Tennis balls, signed tennis balls of different models; jerseys, UCLA team jerseys and Nike's latest version of the US Open championship jerseys; magazine posters, covers and inside pages of different magazines...

Of course, there was also a blank piece of paper. It was obvious at a glance that the person was not a professional football fan. He just saw such a lively scene and didn’t want to miss it, so he came to join in the fun.

Different signature materials were piled up together, and screams, shouts, and sobs intertwined and collided, like a small crater.

Then, Gao Wen stopped at the exit of the player tunnel, put his ball bag at his feet, took the signature carbon pen from a fan, and began to sign for the fan very patiently.

Jiang Yanqing felt like he was dreaming.

In fact, this was not the first time that Jiang Yanqing came to the Diamond Stadium to watch a game. She had been in close contact with Federer and some other players. She had also asked for autographs while holding a tennis ball. If she was lucky, she could even take photos with the players, which was a rare benefit.

After all, the level of the Imperial Capital Open is relatively low, so the number of on-site spectators is always small, which also gives these veteran fans more opportunities.

However, Jiang Yanqing never felt this way:

I was excited and nervous, excited and nervous, happy and sad. Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant colors. The world became hazy, and colorful lights were flowing. I couldn't control my dry mouth and my heart was beating like a drum. It was like a free fall, surrounded by pink marshmallows.

"Gawain! I love you, ahhhhh!"

In the surging crowd, a little girl screamed uncontrollably, and one could even hear a hint of crying in her slightly trembling voice. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Then, Jiang Yanqing saw Gao Wen raise his chin slightly. His deep and clear eyes were filled with the entire universe, and the stars were shining brightly. The corners of his mouth raised, outlining a shallow arc, and he said with a smile.

"Shh! Be careful not to be heard by your uncle and aunt."

This is really... an unusual response.

The crowd was in a brief moment of shock and surprise, and then burst into laughter the next second. The joyful laughter that made them fall backwards and continued to surge in their ears.

"Gawain, here, here."

"Mine, mine first."

“Ah, ahhhh, me me me.”

One by one, they rushed forward in complete disarray, and one could see their arms pressing one another, trying to push their hands in front of Gao Wen's face, hoping that Gao Wen would be the first to sign for them.

Jiang Yanqing was pushed to the side by a huge force, but her feet were blocked by the seats, so only her upper body was pushed to the outside, and her body was stuck awkwardly in place, unable to move forward or backward, which made Jiang Yanqing feel helpless.

Then, Jiang Yanqing noticed that Gao Wen temporarily stopped signing autographs and did not speak. He just stared quietly at the surging fans in front of him.

Rustling.

Rustling.

The noise was still surging, but Gawain stood there with clear eyes looking over. It was difficult for everyone not to notice the abnormality, but not everyone understood what was happening.

"Gawain, please sign for me."

Someone shouted without any consideration. It was the boy who was cutting in line the most. He kept pushing the tennis ball forward in a threatening manner.

Gawain met the man's eyes and said with a smile, "My signature is not that important. At least, not as important as your safety."

The content of the words is friendly, but the expression and tone are sharp, and the sarcasm is presented in a teasing way.

The man was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand what was happening, other people around him started laughing, and the whole atmosphere became subtle.

He was a little angry and cursed, "What are you pretending for? Are you pretending to be a big shot or a show-off?"

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As a result, this sentence immediately aroused public anger -

Gao Wen had tried his best to maintain order in the most appropriate and warmest way, but this guy was the first to complain? The crowd became angry, saying, "If you don't like it, just get out," "You're cutting in line and you're right," "You have no manners," and their sharp eyes were directed at the man.

He wanted to say something else, but when he turned around, he realized that he had become a public enemy and would get no good if he stayed any longer, so he swore a few words in a depressed tone, then said "What's the big deal", turned around and left the crowd, disappearing in shame.

Gawain ignored the man and smiled again, "Tick-tock, tick-tock. There's not much time left before the coach comes to call me to go to training. Try to delay the time for me so I can slack off."

Hahaha.

A joke made the whole crowd laugh again, and the atmosphere became cheerful again.

Then Gao Wen saw Jiang Yanqing.

"Oh, it was you. The day before yesterday, at the airport."

Jiang Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and the next second, an indescribable emotion took root in her mind and grew in the blink of an eye. Even she herself did not expect that her eyes were already slightly hot.

"Are you okay? I hope nothing unexpected happened at the airport?"

Gao Wen took the magazine from Jiang Yanqing, signed it quickly, and asked kindly.

Jiang Yanqing just stared at Gao Wen blankly. On that young and energetic face, one could still see large beads of sweat slowly flowing. There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, but it could not conceal the bright and clear look in his eyes.

She wanted to speak, but couldn't. She just nodded in confusion, then realized that Gao Wen couldn't see her, and added, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Gao Wen handed over the signed magazine and smiled. "That's good. Be safe. I look forward to seeing you at tomorrow's game."

Jiang Yanqing looked into Gao Wen's clear eyes and nodded vigorously in affirmation, but his heart was already out of control:

Plop! Plop! Plop! (End of this chapter)