Chapter 638 Contact Information
Gao Wen: ...
girl:……
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
In particular, the air in the tavern was filled with trivial sounds of rustling and laughing, looming in the background sound, sometimes far and sometimes near, which further highlighted the quietness between Gawain and the girl.
The smile was still on his face, but an awkward atmosphere quietly spread.
Girl: "So you today..."
Gao Wen: "Then your topic..."
Suddenly, the two people spoke at the same time to break the silence. The collision and intertwining of words made it even more awkward. The two people politely gave way to each other, saying "You first" and "What did you just say", and a second collision occurred.
When the embarrassment accumulates to a certain level, it doesn't seem so unbearable.
Gao Wen did not continue to be a gentleman, but took the initiative to ask, "I mean, how is your project today? Is it going well?"
"Yes, yes, yes, the project went very smoothly today. The professor praised our group project, so we came here to celebrate together." The girl turned her body and gestured to her friends next to her.
Boom! “Roar, roar, roar!”
“Woo woo woo!”
"We, that's us."
There was chattering one after another, and all the little friends joined in the fun.
The girl was somewhat helpless. She looked at Gao Wen and rolled her eyes, using her eyes to express her helplessness.
This made Gao Wen laugh happily, "Ha, I thought only American college students would be like this."
The girl opened her mouth slightly, made a shooting gesture towards her heart, then stuck out her tongue and drooped her head, acting like a qualified corpse.
Was this a self-destructive act because he was unwilling to be humiliated? A smile bloomed happily in Gawain's eyes.
The girl sat up straight again, pointed at the group of friends behind her, and waved her hands at Gao Wen, "I don't know them. I swear I really don't know them."
There was another burst of ghostly howling behind the girl. This group of friends seemed to be very lively. Each of them acted like they had been hit hard in different ways. The atmosphere in the tavern became more and more lively.
The girl ignored them and continued to ask very firmly, "What about you? How was your day?"
"Take a break from the busy schedule." Gao Wen thought for a moment, "Everything went well for me today, so I'll reward myself with an hour of leisure time tonight to relax."
The girl was about to say something, but the friends behind her couldn't bear to be left out and spoke up.
"Emily, aren't you ready to order?"
"So we're abandoned?"
“Is this the same party in a different world?”
Those guys were particularly cunning and deliberately chose to say these words in English instead of French, obviously not for the girl to hear.
A smile overflowed from Gao Wen's eyes. "I think you should order some food to comfort your stomach that has worked hard all day. Listen, your stomach has protested so strongly."
Stomach? Protest?
The girl immediately understood the hidden meaning of Gawain's words. Was he complaining about her friends' lack of understanding of romance? She looked back at her friends behind her.
Obviously, they haven't reacted yet.
The girl looked at her friends' faces full of surprise and curiosity, and laughed happily. Then she looked at Gawain and said, "Then I won't disturb you from enjoying your leisure time."
The girl turned around as well, and it was obvious that her friends refused to let her go, and they were all directed at her with a barrage of teasing and joking.
Although it was French and no one could understand a word of it, the girl held the menu high up to cover her face, blocking her friends out like a wall. This made her friends even more excited and agitated, and it was easy to tell what they were chattering about.
Now, Gawain finally understood the peculiarity of the tavern.
In fact, the real focus should be on gathering together in groups of three or four.
With a glass of alcohol, they can talk about anything and everything. The location, environment and drink are all important but not that important, because the focus should still be on friends and the time shared with friends.
It is precisely because of this that you can see crowds of people coming and going at the door, and some even sit cross-legged on the street without caring.
Maybe next time I should invite Thiem, Dimitrov, Raonic and others to come to the tavern to enjoy a moment of relaxation after training.
To outsiders, the life of a professional tennis player must be very happy, flying around the world every week as if they were traveling; the problem is that they are not traveling, but competing, and they have a lot of training to complete outside of each week's competitions.
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Most of the time, they are just in a straight line between the hotel, the training ground and the stadium. The scenery they see is the road view from the hotel shuttle bus to the training ground. It is completely different from tourism. There is not much difference between cities. Anyway, the main scenery is the stadium.
This is the case in New York, and it is also the case in Beijing and Shanghai.
However, before the game starts, perhaps they can take a moment to experience the cultural characteristics of different cities. Even if it is just a fleeting fragment or a picture, it can make the impression of the city come alive in their minds.
Next time, when I return to Paris with my friends to attend the Masters, I’ll see if I have time.
Thinking of this, Gawain did not stay in the tavern any longer, but packed up his things and prepared to return to his residence, as he had a game videotape to watch and analyze tonight.
At the bar, the bartender and waiter who had previously looked aloof and arrogant, smiled and confirmed with Gawain the Chinese language they had just learned, and enthusiastically hoped that Gawain would visit them again, repeatedly saying:
“Next time I will make sure you find a red wine you like. There are only two kinds of people in this world, those who like red wine and those who haven’t found their favorite red wine yet.”
The reason is that Gao Wen didn't drink tonight.
Yes, in the tavern, Gawain did not drink but ordered mineral water, like an alien.
There is training tomorrow, and the next month is the sprint time. Gawain will naturally not indulge himself. This little bit of self-control is not a problem for Gawain at all.
Looking at the friendly and enthusiastic bartenders and waiters, Gao Wen realized that he seemed to have mastered the method of getting around Paris without any obstacles, even if he didn't know French.
After getting his tennis equipment bag back, Gao Wen walked towards the door under the escort of the waiter and said that if there was a chance they could exchange languages. He would teach them Chinese and they would teach him French. This way, they could kill two birds with one stone. It couldn't be better.
"……etc."
Someone called out in the tavern, and then a figure was seen hurriedly chasing after them. It was the girl, and her expression was a little shy.
"etc……"
Her voice gradually lowered involuntarily, but she still took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and handed a tissue in her hand to Gao Wen.
“Here are my contact information.”
(End of this chapter)