Chapter 677 Breaking the Routine

"I think you and Maria will become very good friends. You two training fanatics should be able to find common topics to talk about during dinner."

"Oh, are you sure you don't mind Maria? The fact that Serena and I are friends?"

“…Gawain!”

Dimitrov and Gawain were walking side by side, chatting with each other, but Gawain suddenly shot a cold arrow at Dimitrov. He was speechless, but seeing Gawain laughing, he was very satisfied with his little "revenge", which made Dimitrov helpless.

At this time, the two people finally took off their usual sportswear and put on daily casual clothes, walking on the streets of Paris, just like college students, attracting the attention of passers-by because of their tall and slender stature; but under the cover of night, they have not been recognized for the time being.

In fact, according to the daily schedule, Gao Wen should be on his way back to the hotel. After dinner, he and Sampras will watch the game video to prepare for tomorrow's quarterfinals.

As for training, during the competition, in order to avoid overloading the body, I usually train once a day, and try to avoid extra training at night.

Unless there are special circumstances.

However, Gawain could sense that Dimitrov was still a little lost and depressed, and had not yet completely recovered.

That's life.

Everyone understands the truth; but when you really face it, it still takes time and energy to face it, digest it, and solve it. It is far from being able to disappear in a few words; after all, real life is not a Disney animation. When you encounter difficulties, you can solve them by singing a song. If that doesn’t work, just sing another song.

They are all ordinary flesh and blood.

So, Gawain suggested that he and Dimitrov go out for a drink and deviate from the daily routine a little bit.

Of course, it was Dimitrov who was in charge of the drinks; Gao Wenming had a game tomorrow, so he shouldn't touch alcohol tonight.

Dimitrov's first reaction was to refuse.

He was worried about Gawain's next match and waved his hands to show that he was fine and there was no need to break his daily routine. He sincerely hoped that Gawain could continue to fight in Paris.

However, Gawain managed to convince Dimitrov.

"...You know, I was using you as an excuse to go out and get some fresh air."

Dimitrov reacted quickly: Kei Nishikori and Milos Raonic's wins officially announced that Gao Wen would miss the year-end finals, just like Dimitrov.

When Dimitrov realized this, he felt very, very guilty.

He was so immersed in the pain and distress of his own failure that he completely forgot that Gawain was also facing the same loss and bitterness. As a result, Gawain came to comfort him specially, but he didn't think about Gawain at all.

"If you feel guilty, then you'll pay for the first drink tonight, no matter what it is."

Gawain's words made Dimitrov smile again, and then they left the court.

Of course, they informed Tobias.

If it was any other player, Tobias might be worried. Is it inappropriate to go out during a match? What about the rhythm of preparation and daily body clock? What if it affects the next day's match? But if it was Gawain, Tobias was very relieved. He knew Gawain knew his limits. Moreover, Dimitrov was also a player who knew when to stop.

Gao Wen also sent text messages to Sampras and Pelt. Neither of them had any concerns and replied directly with "I know" without asking any more questions.

Thus, the two big men appeared on the streets of Paris, walking under the tall plane trees, in the late autumn night, covered with a layer of colorful neon cream. They could faintly catch the water vapor from the Seine River drifting in the wind, and the figures hurrying to and fro never stopped.

"...Actually, you all misunderstood. Serena and I are also friends, and Maria has no problem with this."

"Grigor, are you sure?"

Dimitrov looked at Gawain's gossipy expression, and felt helpless. He couldn't help but asked, "Why didn't I know you were so gossipy?"

"Won't we know today?"

Dimitrov was shocked by Gawain's uprightness. He stared at Gawain with wide eyes and could not say a word.

Gawain laughed happily, pushed open the door in front of him, and called to Dimitrov, "Here we are. This is the place I told you about."

Dimitrov finally came to his senses and quickly followed him, "Gawain, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless person!"

It was clearly a complaint, but Dimitrov's complaint had no power at all. Maybe he is just too nice.

Gao Wen did not refute, but pinched his cheek, "Tell me, which one is thicker, this face or the Great Wall?"

Dimitrov: ...dumbfounded.

"Haha." Gao Wen laughed wildly, "This is the tavern I told you about. I really like the atmosphere here."

As he spoke, he headed towards the bar.

"Good evening."

Gawain greeted them skillfully in French. The bartender, who was busy at the bar, looked up and his expressionless face immediately brightened up.

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"Hey, Gawain, my man."

"Mud howl, mud howl, boots?"

As a courtesy, the bartender immediately searched for the remaining Chinese memory in his mind in response, and while speaking he looked at Gawain for help, which made Gawain laugh happily, and then the bartender continued speaking happily.

"Welcome back to Paris, are you planning on dining or drinking tonight? Let me tell you, the clams are very fresh tonight and our chef is extra pleased."

Dimitrov opened his eyes wide and looked at Gawain who was chatting happily with the bartender. Then the other two waiters at the scene also came over to say hello. Everyone said "Nihao" and the scene was very lively.

Dimitrov was shocked——

Aren't Parisians said to be particularly arrogant and aloof? He has lived in Paris for so many years, but he has never seen Parisians so enthusiastic.

Gawain introduced Dimitrov enthusiastically, and then greeted him lively. After receiving the waiter's recommendation, Gawain ordered directly at the bar and then went to an empty seat to sit down.

Dimitrov was disoriented, as if he had just experienced a storm, and for a moment he didn't know what was happening: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing? His unfocused eyes were questioning his soul.

Then Dimitrov finally regained some of his sanity, "Gawain, do you come here often?"

Gawain said mysteriously, "Actually, I own this tavern."

Dimitrov blinked his eyes. "I see..."

You actually believed it like that?

Gawain pretended to be mysterious and smiled, trying to hold back his smile and let this beautiful misunderstanding continue, but he couldn't help it in the end.

Puff.

Seeing Gawain's fully blooming smile, Dimitrov realized that he had been fooled. A swear word was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it, rubbed his face hard, and let out a long sigh, feeling depressed and amused.

"Wake up, Gregor, wake up!"

(End of this chapter)