Chapter 623: Little Stupid Things
Qiao Wangsheng couldn't believe what he was doing:
chasing stars?
Please! In a few years, he will be 40 years old and has been working in society for more than ten years. Star chasing should be the exclusive domain of young people with countless energy and enthusiasm. From any point of view, he should not appear here, mixed in with a bunch of college students.
What's wrong with him?
When a person gets excited, he will act recklessly. If such a thing happens at the age of 18, people will envy him and say that it is "romantic" and sigh that it is good to be young. But if he still does this at his age, people will roll their eyes and complain that it is "stupid". Hasn't he been worn down enough in the past few years in society? After the game, Qiao Wangsheng and two other familiar fans left the center court. Because Gao Wen hurriedly left the court in today's game, they didn't have the opportunity to ask for his autograph, so they thought about waiting for the press conference to end so that they could see Gao Wen up close.
In fact, Qiao Wangsheng just wanted to tell Gao Wen: Don’t worry, he performed very well in this game, he can leave the court with his chin held high, and don’t be sad or frustrated.
Then, Qiao Wangsheng met a group of fanatical fans at the entrance of the center court. They were all college students from Shanghai, who came here specifically to support Gao Wen.
They also hoped to buy tickets to watch Gawain's game in person, but the tickets for the semi-finals were too expensive and all sold out. It was obvious that the wallets of a group of students could not afford it, so they all waited at the entrance of the stadium. No matter what, they all hoped to show their support for Gawain with their actual actions.
This group of young people had been waiting since before the game started in the afternoon, but their youthful enthusiasm showed no sign of fatigue and they all expressed their willingness to continue waiting.
This enthusiasm also infected Qiao Wangsheng, so he impulsively stayed as well.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but by the time I realized what was going on, Qiao Wangsheng had already followed the fans to the hotel lobby and was waiting patiently.
Time slips silently through fingers, night falls in the blink of an eye, and it is already late at night in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Wangsheng also found it somewhat magical.
But the problem is that, apart from being somewhat surprised and unexpected, Qiao Wangsheng actually...did not regret it. Not only that, on the contrary, he completely enjoyed it, as if he had returned to his college days overnight.
Because I like Ferrero and Safin, I ran through the streets and alleys of the Magic City with a group of fellow fans. The cheerful laughter was scattered on the sycamore leaves on the ground, colorful and brilliant.
The time spent with the fans is never boring. They talk about tennis, Gao Wen, and Grand Slams. They talk about other players they like, classic matches, and heart-stopping moments. One topic can get countless responses. How can one get tired?
Looking at the energetic faces in front of him, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't help thinking: People always put layer of shackles on themselves. There are some things that should not be done when you reach a certain age, some things you should learn to give up after hitting a wall, some things are obviously impossible to achieve so there is no need to waste time, and some things have no meaning in real life.
But the problem is, life is so short, and the end of the road is the same, why are they in such a hurry? Where are they rushing to? Why can't they slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way? It's good to waste a little time occasionally, to have some dreams occasionally, to insist on some stupidity occasionally, just like taking some detours and taking some long detours occasionally, to appreciate different possibilities and different scenery.
Gao Wen has reawakened the light of dreams; and the group of fans in front of him have reawakened the joy of stupidity.
Happiness doesn’t seem to be that difficult.
"… Do you think Gawain should be okay? At the end of today's game, Gawain was almost unable to stand, but once he started to hit the ball, he ran without thinking. I'm really worried about his left calf. I heard that Gawain almost injured his left knee when he was in college."
"The season has entered its final stage. I really don't want to get injured. Raonic just retired due to injury."
A moment ago, everyone was still discussing Gao Wen's outstanding performance against Djokovic in the US Open semi-final. There were so many impressive rounds.
The next moment, everyone couldn't help but worry about Gao Wen's physical condition. After all, there were tougher matches during the US Open, but Gao Wen had never been seen in such a miserable state.
Qiao Wangsheng thought about it.
"It should be fine."
"I said it in the post-match press conference. It's just cramps."
"I think it's because my training after the US Open was not systematic and my physical reserves have not yet been adjusted. Simon's playing style is particularly difficult. Today's game was full of twists and turns, so the consumption was even more severe, which led to the cramps. It should be fine."
When he spoke, Qiao Wangsheng was not quite sure. He was trying to convince these fans and also to convince himself. Otherwise, they would fall into worry and would never be able to get rid of it.
But as he spoke, Qiao Wangsheng became more and more determined.
"Gao Wen is a man of strong will. After some systematic training in the next period of time, he should be able to adjust quickly."
Unconsciously, everyone nodded, with confidence in their eyes.
Isn't the most admirable thing about Gao Wen his overall playing style and temperament? They should trust Gao Wen more than anyone else.
"Gawain!"
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At this moment, a shout broke the silence, and in an instant, all the bustling eyes turned towards the source of the voice, and then followed the person's gaze to look in the same direction, like a group of meerkats.
Then, Qiao Wangsheng saw Gao Wen.
White sports shorts, a dark blue sports jacket, paired with white socks and white sneakers, is a very casual and ordinary outfit, but his slender and well-proportioned figure reveals a sunny vibe in his every move.
At this moment, a hint of tiredness was revealed in her stubbornly curled hair and slightly confused eyes. A trace of a wrinkle in clothes could be seen on the side of her cheek. Her slightly rosy cheeks also revealed her sleepiness as if she had just woken up. A big smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she walked towards me.
It is sunny and refreshing, as if you can smell the freshness and brightness of the first rays of morning light beating on the waves.
From a distance, Gawain saw the bustling figures in front of him, and he paused for a moment, with a confused expression on his face. Then, from a distance, he bowed very politely and greeted them, and asked carefully.
"Excuse me, may I ask who are Gawain's fans? I just heard that they are waiting here, so..."
As he spoke, Gawain became a little uncertain, and his subsequent words revealed a hint of embarrassment—
He always thought, is he looking for the wrong person? If the person in front of him is a fanatical fan of an actor or singer, it would be embarrassing if he went to their door.
(End of this chapter)