Chapter 682 Street Fans

Plan looked at Gawain quietly. In the depths of his clear eyes, he could see the Milky Way twinkling. His frank and straightforward eyes seemed to be able to see the truth.

"Tell me the truth, how much time did you spend on these excuses? Or is this not the first time you have used this routine? Are you familiar with it?"

"Oh, oops, the mask has been exposed." Gao Wen was not panicked, and still said with a smile, "So, you regret it now? Forget it for the third time?"

Plan tilted his head slightly and paused for a moment, as if he was thinking. This time he seemed to have found the answer quickly, "Let's wait and see."

Then, Pulan took small steps back, gradually increasing the distance, "Whether there will be a third time, we will wait for time and fate to give the answer. Now that the movie has begun, we have to follow the story."

"By the way, please don't try to contact me or I'll call the police and report a stalker."

After saying that, Plan winked at Gawain, walked out of the passage on the other side of the tavern, and went straight forward. His light and cheerful footsteps were like a little fox jumping and dancing on the snowy field. His flowing hair could feel the dance of the breeze, as if it could capture the rhythm in his body.

When passing by Dimitrov, Plan was not shy but nodded gracefully, but he did not stop and continued walking forward.

Gawain watched Plan's back as he entered the tavern, opened his mouth slightly, paused for a moment, and then, a smile rose uncontrollably.

Turning around, Gawain also returned to his seat and sat down opposite Dimitrov.

The spectators seemed to have fully recovered. They no longer saw the sadness and loss of losing a game or being trapped in love. Their brows were full of joy. They put down the melted ice cream in their hands. It was obvious that they were so engrossed in eating spectators that they completely forgot about the ice cream.

Then, the bystander made a zipper-like gesture towards Gao Wen and lowered his voice, "I won't let anything out."

That mysterious expression made Gawain unable to hold back his laughter. "Gregor, it doesn't matter if the news leaks out, because nothing has happened."

Dimitrov did not deny it either, with an expression that said "whatever you say is what it is", he just raised his red wine glass and saluted Gawain.

Everything is implied.

Gawain looked at the cheerful Dimitrov and finally said nothing more: Some things become worse the more you explain them.

What's more, what he said was the truth, and we didn't know whether we would be able to meet for the third time.

Thinking of this, Gawain turned his head and looked behind him.

Plan had already sat down, took out a large book from his backpack and was reading it. He seemed to have regained his calm.

So Gawain also withdrew his gaze, looked at Dimitrov who was drinking happily, and asked with a very serious expression, "Grigor, how did you and Maria know each other?"

puff.

Dimitrov almost choked on the red wine. He quickly put down the wine glass and waved his hands for mercy. How could he forget that the guy in front of him was a devil?

Considering that Gao Wen had a game the next day, they did not stay in the tavern for too long. They waited for Dimitrov to finish a glass of red wine, chatted for a while, and then got up and left.

Dimitrov left the tavern first and waited at the door. Gawain chatted with the bartender and waiters for a while, thanked them again for their hospitality, and then walked out.

Standing at the door, holding the door handle, Gawain looked back: Plan was still alone, with plates and wine glasses on the table, and dinner was almost over. At this moment, she was holding a thick tome and reading, with a look of complete concentration, completely unaware of the interference from the outside world, and naturally unable to sense Gawain's gaze telepathically.

Gao Wen's footsteps only paused for a moment, then he pushed the door and left.

"...Grigor..."

"I love you……"

"……Don't worry."

"have a good rest……"

“The game was exciting…”

The rustling sounds intertwined and collided with each other, mixed with the cold and bleak autumn wind blowing in your face, but it was not abrupt, and it echoed one after another with the sounds of loud discussions at the door of the tavern. Instead, you could feel a little warmth under the night, and the dim lights of the stars in the distance also spread out.

At this time, Gao Wen noticed that about four or five people surrounded Dimitrov, and the people around him also cast their eyes over him, so that he could only distinguish the boundaries between the groups, and just felt that the surging crowd was spreading out around Dimitrov.

The scene was somewhat spectacular.

Wait, did we meet fans? This was the first time Gao Wen saw tennis fans outside of the court training ground.

Overall, compared with other globally popular sports such as football and basketball, the overall popularity and promotion of tennis is still slightly behind. Even if you really like tennis, the men's Big Four and the women's Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova are still far behind other players in terms of popularity.

It is also because of this that Gawain and Dimitrov are always able to move freely outside without the superstar effect of being surrounded by people.

But if it was Dimitrov, it wouldn't be surprising.

It has been nearly two years since Dimitrov became famous. There has been constant news both on and off the court. His worldwide recognition is indeed considerable, which gives him an advantage over other top ten players in the world. What's more, this is Paris, a city where Dimitrov has lived for many years.

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Half home court.

Apparently, he was recognized at the door of the tavern.

Then, should I stand aside and wait for a while, giving the spotlight to Dimitrov? At this moment——

"God! Gawain? You are Gawain!"

A fan standing at the door of the tavern felt the wind behind him and realized that someone must be coming out. He was about to make way, but when he turned his head and looked back, he saw a tall tower.

While saying sorry, I looked up and saw a strange yet familiar face——

I say unfamiliar because Asian faces are not that common in Paris, and the same is true on the tennis court.

I say familiar because... he knows her.

My brain was working, searching my memory, trying to match the face with the name, but my subconscious reaction had already come out of my mouth.

Gao Wen.

When the name was said, all the memories came flooding back, with surprise and joy, and his expression completely blossomed.

Then, there was a string of French.

Gawain admitted that he could not understand a word of it, a clattering mass of words, all syllables and syllables, but it was like an alien language.

So, what should he do? He put on an awkward but polite smile to show his friendliness, but questions popped up in his mind: Did he just hear his name? Did the fan recognize him, right? Or did the fan recognize the wrong person? And he also heard it wrong?

A hundred thousand whys are going on, can he open the translation app on the spot to help? (End of this chapter)