Chapter 713: Stars Gathered

Gao Wen watched the scene in front of him with great interest.

Although they were talking at cross purposes, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the conversation at all, and the conversation went on smoothly, as if they were enjoying a comedy show.

This should be a common scene in European competitions, but for Gao Wen, it was very new and he couldn't help but be curious, what if Dimitrov spoke Bulgarian?

However, Dimitrov felt a little uncomfortable, not because of the middle-aged woman herself, but because of the whole situation——

They encountered a situation not long ago in a bistro in Paris. The fans recognized Dimitrov but not Gawain, and ended up ignoring Gawain.

In Dimitrov's opinion, Gawain's position should be a bit awkward, not because Gawain won the Grand Slam but still no fans recognized him, but purely because of the changes in the social scene.

Imagine that even if it is not a meeting between players and fans, but two friends walking on the street, they accidentally meet a group of people, and they are friends with one of them, and then both of them start chatting enthusiastically, but the other person is left alone. This is not a good feeling and the scene is a bit awkward.

What's more, Gao Wen is definitely not an unknown person now.

Dimitrov glanced at Gawain secretly. Although Gawain didn't care at all and had an expression of a spectator, Dimitrov still cared a lot.

After thinking for a while, he searched his brains for the almost non-existent Italian in his mind, interrupted the lady and pointed at Gawain.

"He...a tennis player...also...I...better known as...Gawain..."

"Um...champion...USA...Grand Slam...champion..."

These fragmented words popped out one by one. Not to mention the middle-aged woman, even Gawain could understand a few words. This made Gawain unable to hold back and he burst into laughter.

The middle-aged woman was very surprised. She turned to look at Gawain, her eyes wide open, and said a lot of gibberish. However, she spoke too quickly. Gawain and Dimitrov were confused. They didn't know whether she was sighing, questioning, or something else.

But then we can see that the middle-aged woman moved her heavy body, like a duck, staggering back to Gawain, opened her arms and gave Gawain a big warm hug, muttering words of pity, and then patted Gawain's cheek, her eyes full of love.

Gao Wen: ??? He needs a simultaneous interpreter.

There was a rustling sound in his ears. When he looked up, Gawain could see Dimitrov with a big smile on his face. "Angel, she said you are a little angel."

"I guess she hasn't seen my game." Gao Wen made a self-deprecating remark, causing Dimitrov to laugh happily.

Ah! Dimitrov had just opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a scream broke the silence in the hotel lobby, and everyone looked towards the door reflexively.

Wawrinka! The Swiss player appeared at the door of the hotel with a blank expression. Although he was wearing a suit, his tie was untied. He walked silently in front of the crowd, with his head lowered, and walked forward in a depressed manner.

People who don’t know him, seeing Wawrinka’s grim face, would probably think that he must be in a bad mood and try to avoid disturbing him.

However, in fact, Wawrinka has always been like this. When he is immersed in his own thoughts, he has no expression, and when he has no expression, he just has a sour face, which has nothing to do with his mood.

However, at least one thing is certain, Wawrinka is a slow-warm person, and it takes a certain amount of time for him to build good relationships with strangers; plus, he usually walks like the wind, and his speed and frequency are often faster than ordinary people, so he usually comes and goes alone.

Wawrinka's appearance instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the fans in the hotel lobby, because they all knew what it meant.

really!

Then Ferrer can be seen.

Originally, he was running side by side with Wawrinka, but when he looked up and saw the fans in front of him, he paused for a moment, subconsciously froze and looked around, then took another step, thus keeping a distance between them.

Then there were Berdych, Federer, Murray and other handsome men wearing suits, talking and laughing as if they were walking on a catwalk. Kei Nishikori was not far away from them, just half a step away, but not far away. The four of them entered the hotel lobby side by side, with a strong aura and looked very cool.

Djokovic was about two or three steps behind, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, walking slowly and leisurely, as if he was a tourist strolling, moving forward unhurriedly; when he passed by Ferrer, he greeted him with a smile, and Ferrer came to his senses, and the two of them walked forward together.

Looking over Ferrer's shoulder, one can see Raonic moving forward slowly like a tortoise pulling a millstone, with not much expression on his face. He looks a little tired. Then he raised his head and noticed the fans lined on both sides of the hotel lobby, and his expression looked a little shy.

Murray seemed to notice that Raonic had fallen behind. He greeted several people around him, then went back to the door and greeted Raonic.

Raonic trotted two steps and caught up with Murray, and then the two walked side by side.

This simple scene can reveal the complexity of interpersonal relationships and personal styles of dealing with people. Although it cannot be called a small group or anything like that, the personality of each player in the top eight of the year-end finals is fully revealed, and the closeness and distance between them is still an objective reality.

"ah!"

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“Ahhhh!”

The screams were not overwhelming. The fans realized that this was the hotel lobby and there were other guests, so the shouts were restrained and forbearing, suppressed and surging in their throats. But the noisy crowd still rushed forward in a swarm, and the scene was very spectacular.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the fans who had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time were probably die-hard fans, and they all knew how to be polite, so order was well maintained, and there was no chaotic or crowded scene. The security personnel in the hotel lobby were just on standby and did not come forward.

Just imagine, apart from the Grand Slam, only the year-end finals can enjoy such treatment, which is truly star-studded.

If Gao Wen himself was a fan, it would be difficult for him to remain calm after seeing such a scene.

Each player was surrounded by a few fans, including Milos Raonic and Kei Nishikori, two new recruits who were making their London debut.

Of course, the Big Three are still the most crowded. They have long been accustomed to such scenes and face the fans with ease.

So, what about themselves?

Gawain and Dimitrov, who were standing silently by the side, exchanged glances. Seeing Gawain shrug his shoulders and spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face, Dimitrov also imitated him and made the same expression: Is this considered differential treatment?

(End of this chapter)