Chapter 711: The company of bad people breeds bad people.
"... God, this weather is really..."
"When I left Heathrow Airport, the sky was still sunny, and I told John that the weather was nice. But before I could finish my words, heavy rain came pouring down on me, as if there was a hole in the sky..."
"You should have seen John's face. He was so happy."
Relaxed, cheerful, friendly, overflowing with enthusiasm and sincerity, this is typical of Dimitrov, who can always easily close the distance.
On the contrary, in front of the media, Dimitrov always appears restrained and well-behaved, as if wearing a mask of reluctance.
Gawain turned his head in the direction of the voice, and saw Dimitrov in a disheveled state. He couldn't help laughing.
"Were you swept into the hurricane and taken to Oz?"
Dimitrov was wearing a pair of white high-top sneakers with gray jeans, but at this time the sneakers looked like two small boats, and the lower part of the jeans had turned ink-black and was completely wet; even the hem of his beige windbreaker was covered with mud spots like the "starry sky", looking like some kind of abstract painting.
The most important thing is that his face is in a state of disarray, with wet rain dripping down his eyebrows. His messy hair is like water grass that has just been fished out, sticking to his head without any shape or form. There is no blood on his cheeks and lips, and there is a lingering sense of panic and confusion, and he is still frightened.
Without waiting for Dimitrov to answer, Gawain saw the broken umbrella in his hand and immediately understood.
At this time, Dimitrov had vividly described the scene when he got off the bus -
"…I had just opened the umbrella when a strong wind blew in my face. The umbrella slapped me in the face, covering my eyes completely and hitting my nose with the ribs. Then the heavy rain poured down from all directions. I suspected someone was playing a prank on me."
“But that’s not even the worst of it.”
"What's with that evil wind? It's moving left and right, forward and backward. I'm like an autumn leaf, dancing a ballet in the storm."
Haha. Hahahaha!
Although I know I shouldn’t laugh, it’s really funny when I imagine the scene.
Dimitrov seemed to have anticipated this scene and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"Laugh if you want to. I think it's a comedy too."
"Maybe the image I imagined in my head was 'Singin' in the Rain', but in reality it was just a circus performance to other people."
As he became more familiar with Gawain, Dimitrov's ability to make fun of himself also increased. So, is this true? Birds of a feather flock together, or birds of a feather flock together?
Gao Wen's eyes were full of smiles.
"Gregor, don't you know that you must never, ever use an umbrella in London?"
It rains a lot in London, but people who live in London all year round rarely carry umbrellas.
reason?
Because of the evil wind.
If you hold an umbrella, not only will it not protect you from the rain, but it will also make you look particularly embarrassed. Therefore, you can often see people walking in the rain on the street, not because they are cool, but because it is more convenient - so in London, waterproof windbreakers have always been popular.
It's not that umbrellas cannot be used at all. It mainly depends on the weather. If it's just raining but there's no wind, then umbrellas are still very popular. Once the wind blows, then rain is no big deal.
"This shouldn't be your first time in London."
Gao Wen had only been in London for two days, but he had already figured out the locals' tricks, but Dimitrov didn't know it yet? Dimitrov looked helpless.
"When I came to London, it was summer! Summer! Who knew London in November was so horrible?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dimitrov realized his rudeness and quickly apologized to the hotel front desk staff.
"Sorry, that's not what I meant..."
But the receptionist was already used to it and said with a smile, "Believe me, I've heard worse things, but anyway, welcome to London."
That nonchalant look also made Gawain and Dimitrov both laugh.
Then, the front desk staff skillfully switched working modes.
"Mr. Gao, the massage treatment Mr. Pert has booked for you will be in thirty minutes. You can just go to the third floor."
"Mr. Dimitrov, would you like me to check you in?"
After some back and forth, the front desk had sorted out the situation.
Gawain made way to allow Dimitrov to move forward.
The rules of the year-end finals are that the first substitute must arrive in London, the second substitute can freely choose whether to arrive in London, and the third substitute does not need to go to London but needs to confirm that he is willing to wait.
If you refuse, the opportunity will be postponed.
This is also to ensure that when unexpected events occur, they can ensure that substitutes follow up immediately.
Dimitrov thought about it and decided to come to London because -
"Maria has left for Miami."
"She couldn't stay at home and was very unhappy with her performance in Singapore. She needed to get back on the court to regain some composure."
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Sure enough, this is typical of Sharapova, her desire to win is no joke.
Gao Wen nodded slightly, "Where's John? Why didn't he come in with you?"
"He said he had work to do, like some kind of meeting. What about you? Why are you alone? Where are Martin and Pete?"
"I was still at the O2, and I met some old friends, ATP executives, who needed to socialize, but I had finished my training and had work to complete, so I came back first."
While Dimitrov was checking in, the two friends started chatting and exchanging updates on their recent situation.
"I've just adapted to the venue. The O2 is so grand. It's like a rock star stepping onto the stage at a concert. It feels really different."
"Bia Arthur-Ash?"
"It feels different. Arthur Ashe is open, and the view seems to have no end; while O2 is closed, the whole crowding and grandeur are magnified in the pupils. The sound of hitting the ball is also different, and the whole echo is particularly obvious."
"Ah, I can't wait. I'll get acclimated to the venue this afternoon."
"Not surprising. They went on a photo shoot today. Milos will have to get used to the venue starting tonight, and the rest of the training schedule should be fully booked."
"Outdoors? In this weather?"
Dimitrov and Gawain both turned to look outside the hotel lobby, and their expressions looked a little strange at the windy and rainy weather.
"Mr. Dimitrov, excuse me, could you show me your passport?"
The front desk staff interrupted the conversation between the two people. Gao Wen turned his head and looked behind him. Some people started to line up again. In order to avoid delaying the progress of the team, he patted Dimitrov on the shoulder and signaled him to finish the formalities here quickly. He would wait by the side.
Then Gao Wen made way for the seat and gave an apologetic smile to the guest behind him.
Dimitrov looked really miserable. Although he was not in the rain for too long, he still needed to go into the room quickly to take a shower in order to avoid catching a cold.
Gao Wen couldn't help but look at the weather outside, curious about how the photo shoot for the top eight finalists was going.
"……Feel sorry."
A cautious voice came from the side, and Gawain came back to his senses, and then he saw a middle-aged woman with a pear-shaped figure standing next to him. Her entire body was probably twice as big as Gawain, so it was a little inconvenient for her to move. Her long golden hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she was holding a large round floral cloth bag in her arms. It looked like——
cheese?
(End of this chapter)