Chapter 639: Start the Sprint
“Here are my contact information.”
The girl was a little shy, and the faint blush made her cheeks look like the sky in the June evening, but she did not dodge. She mustered up her courage, raised her head and chest, and looked clear and generous as she met Gawain's gaze.
Obviously, Gawain had not anticipated how the story would unfold, and was unable to react immediately.
One second.
The girl noticed Gawain's hesitation, and her expression immediately became flustered, and her words became confused.
"You, you don't like it? Am I being abrupt, or is it..."
The girl turned her head and glanced behind her. All her friends popped their heads out like meerkats, and when they saw her, they all clenched their fists and cheered. But the next second they realized that their burning gazes might be an obstacle, so they all retracted their heads back.
The girl had the urge to disappear right where she was.
These damn bad friends! "No, I won't."
A voice came from the front, like a lighthouse in the vast ocean, guiding the girl to turn around quickly, and then she saw Gawain's slight smile.
"I like."
But after he said this, Gao Wen realized that his words might be ambiguous, and he immediately explained.
"I mean, I like the relationship between you..."
atmosphere.
He didn't think they were noisy. Instead, he particularly liked the atmosphere when they got along with each other.
However, before she finished her words, the girl pursed her lips and looked at Gawain, a smile overflowing from her eyes. Her expression clearly said: It turns out that you can also say the wrong things.
He did not continue with the explanation. A smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes, and he stretched out his right hand and spread it out.
"So, contact information?"
The girl laughed happily, the kind of laughter with her head tilted back, her brows completely relaxed, like a ray of sunshine, and then she put the napkin into Gawain's palm, tiptoed, approached Gawain, and stared at him with eyes wide open as if she could look into his pupils, but when her breath was about to entangle with his, she turned around and distanced herself again.
Her long hair flowed lightly like a waterfall, and you could smell the faint scent of jasmine floating in the air.
The girl took two steps back, gave Gao Wen a bright smile, and then turned and walked towards her friends. The group of young people started to make a noise.
The scene was quite lively.
Gao Wen lowered his head and opened the napkin. There was a phone number written on it. It was a bit traditional and old-fashioned. It was not an email or a social network account, but a phone number.
Her name is written below:
Amelie-Poulain.
We met twice in one day, and I didn't know his name until now. But the problem is, he hasn't introduced himself yet.
Gawain looked at the curious waiter standing next to him and asked in a low voice, then shouted out loudly while learning on the spot.
"My name is Gawain."
It was French. I don’t know whether it was standard or not, but it was definitely French. You could see the waiter making an “OK” gesture with both hands to Gao Wenbi and nodding repeatedly to show that it was very standard French.
Emily turned and looked over.
It's not just Emily.
At this moment, the eyes of the entire tavern were all focused on him, and everyone showed an excited look, but not gossiping, but warmth with a little encouragement and envy, and also some relief. It seemed that one could "hear" their thoughts from their eyes:
It’s great to be young.
Emily looked at Gawain with bright eyes and asked in a loud voice, "Young Knight?"
Gawain nodded very seriously, "My horse is outside."
Then he patted his tennis equipment bag, suggesting that all his armor and weapons were there, turned around in a dashing manner, and strode out.
In the tavern, everyone looked at each other, and then all laughed happily.
The group of friends started to make a noise.
"Emily!"
"Emily!"
"Emily!"
The cheers passed through the windows and doors and floated onto the streets. People who gathered in twos and threes seemed to feel the joy and cast their eyes towards Gawain. The streets of Paris at night were also filled with a romantic atmosphere, which followed Gawain's footsteps and spread all over the ground.
The night gradually deepened, but the party with laughter, singing and dancing had just begun. Paris, which had shed its prosperous and fashionable appearance during the day, showed its unique charm again.
Eeyore.
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When the sound of the door opening was heard, Sampras and Pelt both noticed the sound immediately, exchanged glances, and both looked towards the door.
Sure enough, Gao Wen's figure appeared.
Sampras smiled at Pelt, shrugged triumphantly, and stretched out his right hand. "See, I told you."
Pelt was not angry. He shook his head helplessly, took out a Euro coin from his pocket, threw it to Sampras, and asked loudly, "Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you would be back at ten?"
Gao Wen put his tennis equipment bag at the door and walked in. "It's more fun to go to the tavern with friends. I think there are only a few days left for training, so I came back first."
As he paused for a moment, Gao Wen noticed the subtle atmosphere between Sampras and Pelt, and thought, "Wait, you guys are not going to gamble on when I'll be back, are you?"
Sampras happily raised the one-euro coin he had just won to Gawain, "I won. I guess you will definitely be back before nine forty-five."
Pelt's face was full of regret, "Ten minutes more, just ten minutes more."
Gawain was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tobias, "What about you?"
Tobias deliberately made a disappointed expression, "I thought you would be back at half past nine, Gawain, you are lazy, you disappoint me so much."
"Haha." Gawain laughed happily. "John, I made some friends in the tavern. It was a good experience. Next time you go to that tavern, tell me your name. Although you can't get a discount on drinks, I can ensure that you won't be thrown out for speaking English."
His confident words made everyone laugh.
Sampras stood up and took the initiative to walk towards Gao Wen, "How is it, how do you feel?"
"Thank you for your persistence. I think it's fun to leave the training ground and relax. But next time, I'd better bring my friends with me. Otherwise, I will be the only one eating alone. I think they will think I am very pitiful or terrible."
Gawain's extremely serious expression made Sampras laugh happily.
After the little joke, Gao Wen let out a breath and rubbed his hands together, "Well, are you ready? Which game's video tape shall we watch today?"
"The match against Nadal." Sampras didn't say anything else and immediately got into work mode.
If you want to make steady progress step by step, then you have daily tasks. If you delay for a day, the new day will bring new tasks. The daily life of competitive sports has never been that simple. Without sufficient willpower and perseverance, it is very difficult to gain a foothold.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.
One percent of inspiration is the stepping stone, without it you can’t even get started; but ninety-nine percent of perspiration is the key to determining the final upper limit.
(End of this chapter)