Chapter 684 Return to Daily Life

Boom!

A burst of laughter came from the door of the tavern, noisy and cheerful, breaking the bleakness of the late autumn night and sweeping a gust of hot wind into the indoor space.

Plan was a little surprised. His train of thought while reading was interrupted. He raised his head reflexively and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then I saw Gawain and Dimitrov standing at the door. The two tall figures stood out from the crowd, but they were surrounded by a group of people.

What's going on?

Pulan thought that Gao Wen and his friends came alone, so why did a group of friends suddenly appear at the door? And -

Signing, taking photos, hugging, these actions don't look like friends at all, but more like fans meeting their idols, or passers-by meeting celebrities.

So, what is going on?

Plan's gaze passed through the entire tavern, looking at Gawain at the door from afar. He was standing under a dim halo of light. Although she couldn't see his facial features clearly, she could faintly feel the smile blooming at the corners of his mouth, and her mood also soared along with it.

As I watched, I became a little absent-minded.

The night gradually deepens.

The "fan service" did not last long. Gao Wen remained rational and said that he still had a game tomorrow, then he took a step forward amid cheers.

He hailed a taxi and the two returned together to the hotel where the players were staying as designated by the official tournament officials.

Outside the car window, the lights are bright, and the dots of light, bright or dim, converge into a river, flowing gently. Between the interweaving of light and shadow, one can seem to be able to see the trajectory of the flow of time. Those quaint buildings, those historical sediments, and those artistic condensations are intertwined together, carving out the appearance of years.

"Gawain..." Without warning, Dimitrov broke the silence.

"Um?"

"In Paris, I hope you can go all out to win the championship."

"So sudden?" Gao Wen's smile rose slightly. "It's just a glass of red wine. Are you drunk?"

“No…” Dimitrov laughed at Gawain’s teasing tone.

"Are you sure? John said that you still have hope of going to London." Gawain looked at Dimitrov. In fact, the two of them were also direct competitors for a spot in the year-end finals.

Tobias was very, very nervous. He naturally hoped that both Gawain and Dimitrov could qualify, which would be the best result, but the difficulty would be extraordinary.

As a result, Dimitrov lost today and was eliminated, ending this possibility.

If the current championship points are used, Dimitrov is the second substitute and he also needs to go to London. Unless he voluntarily gives up his qualification, he must stay on standby in London in case any player is accidentally injured and needs to be substituted.

But if Gao Wen reaches the final in Paris or goes further to win the championship, his points will surpass Dimitrov and become a higher-ranked substitute, which also means that Gao Wen will squeeze out Dimitrov's position.

Dimitrov also turned around and said, "Gawain, if I lose the game, I will lose my chance. If you can keep winning, then the chance will naturally belong to you."

Frank and honest.

Dimitrov's eyes were very clear, and it was obvious that he was not drunk. Although there was still a hint of sadness and loss in his eyes, he did not look as gloomy and confused as he did at the end of the game.

"Besides, London is London and Paris is Paris. Since you are still winning, you should naturally expect to make it to the end here."

"I hope you can fight till the end."

Dimitrov clenched his fists and cheered for Gawain. His simple words showed the passion behind them.

Then, without waiting for Gawain to respond, Dimitrov continued.

"What you just said is right."

"I should have planned for the offseason. Missing out this year doesn't mean I should miss out next year. Now that the season is over, it means I have two months to prepare for a fresh start."

"If I feel self-satisfied now, then my career goals would be pathetic."

This little self-mockery successfully made Gao Wen laugh happily.

Dimitrov's personality is not the kind of person who is ambitious and ostentatious. It is very, very difficult for him to say these words at this moment.

Now that Dimitrov has picked himself up and is ready to move on, Gawain naturally wants to support his friend.

"Maybe you can talk to Maria about setting up an offseason training plan together, and you both can train together in Miami."

"Oh, yes! I never had the chance to introduce you to Maria, so how about we train together during the off-season?"

"Didn't Maria mention it to you? I met her once before. Wait, that's not right. At that time Maria... well, she probably didn't remember it."

"Huh? You and Maria have met? When did it happen? I have mentioned you to Maria more than once, but she has never mentioned you before."

"I can only say that it is an old story. If you want to hear it, I can tell you that it was a long, long, long time ago..."

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"So it means a century ago? Haha."

When we arrived at the hotel, there was not much time left until ten o'clock.

It was a little late for Gawain's daily schedule, but he was not tired, nor did he feel uneasy about the disruption of his daily routine. On the contrary, because he had broken the routine for the first time in a long time, breathed in different fresh air, and saw the city scenes and the atmosphere of life outside the training ground and the gym, he felt relaxed and comfortable, and even his steps became lighter.

After bidding farewell to Dimitrov, Gawain returned to his room.

Eeyore.

He pushed open the door and was trying to insert the room card into the power supply at the door when the door to the next room opened and Sampras poked his head out.

Late at night, Sampras was wearing a simple sports suit and a pair of reading glasses, the frames of which had slipped to the tip of his nose and seemed like they would fall off at any time.

Normally, Sampras is very resistant to reading glasses because it exposes his "age", which is also the thing he least wants to admit now; except when studying player information and watching game videos, Sampras uses all his strength to reject the idea of ​​reading glasses.

At this time, Sampras came out wearing reading glasses, looking hurried.

Gao Wen was very surprised.

Sampras didn't notice this detail at all. He looked at Gao Wen with concern and asked, "Are you back? Is everything okay?"

"Peter, I'm sorry, it's a little later than expected..." Gawain was about to explain.

But Sampras raised his hand to stop Gao Wen, "It doesn't matter, I believe you know what's going on. I just want to see when you'll come back."

Gao Wen immediately understood Sampras' concern and felt a little warm in his heart.

He had been alone since high school, because his parents were not around, he had to rely on himself for everything, and he had gotten used to solving all the problems by himself; but now, Sampras was by his side, caring about him all the time, and was definitely more than just a coach.

Gao Wen smiled at Sampras and said, "Give me five minutes. I'll drink some water and then go watch the video of the match."

Sampras didn't say anything else, turned around and went back to the room. Before the door closed, another message floated out from inside, "Ten minutes doesn't matter, take your time."

(End of this chapter)