Dimitrov: ? ? ?

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly and slowly shifted his body to the left, protruding his face from behind Gao Wen's palm, his eyes widened, and he made a gesture of spreading his hands.

No words.

But the important point is that no words or explanations are needed, just like a pantomime, body language is enough to convey the message, and the humorous effect hits the face.

Perhaps, Dimitrov didn't fully understand the situation, and his understanding of the reporter was not as thorough as Gao Wen's after all, but this didn't affect it either.

Dimitrov still used the most authentic and direct response to present the purest and most essential thoughts in his heart. He whispered to the reporter in front of him,

"What are we doing now?"

boom!

The laughter became even brighter.

Looking at Dimitrov like this, how can the reporters continue to attack?

Not knowing why, Dimitrov sat up straight again, leaned slightly towards Gawain, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Gawain was also amused by Dimitrov's expression. He also lowered his voice and said solemnly with a serious expression, "They suggested that I rely on my appearance for a living."

Dimitrov paused for a moment, and immediately reacted, the ins and outs of the whole thing became clear, and he finally understood what was going on.

Dimitrov's heart warmed, and he showed a shallow smile. He moved closer to Gawain, kept away from the microphone, and spoke in a volume that only two people could hear.

"I do not mind."

"It's not the first day they said this about me. At first they said I was a model player, then they said I was relying on Maria's pretty face, and then they said I was a vase."

Behind the understated words, there are hidden scars that cannot be seen.

Dimitrov has been trying to prove himself on the field, and has been trying to pursue perfection. In addition to his own reasons, there are also these pressures from the outside world.

It is precisely because of this that every loss hurts Dimitrov deeper and more seriously. Things have never been that simple.

Gawain did not comfort Dimitrov, but replied in a low voice.

"They're jealous."

"But the problem is, what can we do about jealousy? Unless they are reborn, they have nothing to do."

With just one sentence, Dimitrov burst out laughing.

Ahead, the reporters were like groundhogs, stretching their necks one by two, crawling out of the ground, and looking anxiously at them:

what are you guys saying? Let's listen too?

Gao Wen shifted his gaze, approached the microphone again, and showed a smile.

"I told Gregor that you were all jealous of him, just like me."

Open and above board, dignified and upright.

Gao Wen said it directly like this, and his generous gesture brought himself into the context, but he didn't say "why are you jealous", which seemed to have a lot of meaning.

Everyone has their own interpretation.

Some reporters shifted their gaze with guilt, some showed contemptuous eyes, some dismissed them at all, but more reporters smiled with understanding, and the rustling and trivial sounds surged in the air, relaxed and comfortable , the whole atmosphere is different.

After looking at each other in blank dismay, the reporter continued to ask questions.

"Gao Wen, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this time in Indian Wells, a large number of fans came here just for you, waiting for you."

"Among them, the most famous one is LaWanda. Have you heard of her name?"

Questions about fans?

extraordinary.

Generally speaking, the questions at the press conference revolve around the players, but now, the protagonists of the reporter's questions are fans, which is a bit surprising.

Interestingly, other reporters at the scene also nodded and smiled, and the brisk and harmonious atmosphere could be seen, and they also agreed with this question.

What's even more interesting is that Gawain and Dimitrov, who were "only a thin line away from being disconnected from the Internet", both showed clear expressions this time.

"Yes, I've heard of Lawanda. To be precise, we've heard her name in different places."

"Yeah, the player's restaurant, training ground, hotel, as long as it is a place where players gather, I have heard her name more than once."

"Obviously, she's a focal point."

As he said that, Dimitrov had a flash of inspiration, turned his head to look at Gawain, and said excitedly, "By the way, when I met Andy in the locker room yesterday, he asked me about Lawanda and me. Did you take a photo?"

Gao Wen's eyes widened, and he didn't hide his surprise. The "Andy" here should be Murray, "It seems that we missed a lot of hot spots."

I heard, and only heard, that Gao Wen never delved into who this "Lawanda" was, so he turned to the reporter.

Sure enough, the reporter dutifully gave popular science:

Lawanda, this is an ordinary fan who lives in California, no one knows which city she lives in, and no one knows her real age, but there is no doubt that she should be over forty, because this is She came to Indian Wells for the tenth consecutive year to watch the game.

In the past two years, the social network has risen in an all-round way, sweeping the world like a tornado, and is changing the way of life of the younger generation in an all-round way.

Lawanda also kept up with the times. With the help of her two daughters, she registered an account and started her fan career in a new era.

Every year, Lawanda will come to Indian Wells to watch the game, and occasionally to Miami.

In Indian Wells, the whole game is online, and the center court game never ends; at the same time, I wait for a long time in the fan area just to take pictures with the players.

On her personal social network account, Lawanda updates her group photos every day; in addition, she also updates those group photos taken in the previous camera era. Each photo truly records the passage of time, and you can see the changes in the stadium , as well as the generational change of players.

Bit by bit, it records the memories of Lawanda in Indian Wells in the past ten years, and at the same time, it is also the imprint of the times.

The development of the story to this point is actually just the record of a senior tennis fan, which is nothing, because there is more than one such story.

Placed in the ocean of network information, it is even a drop of water in the vast ocean.

Not worth mentioning.

The point is that Indian Wells has sparked a lot of discussions on social networks this year~lightnovelpub.net~The topic effect of "Knights" is an obvious sign.

In this wave, Lawanda's personal account also won a lot of attention, and the number of followers showed a continuous upward trend, which also encouraged Lawanda.

Lawanda, more and more active.

This enthusiastic, kind and pleasant lady was originally a network king, and she could quickly get to know her in one meeting. Now she is at home in Indian Wells, and she can be seen everywhere. Any player can Say names and have a good time talking.

Taking photos and signing autographs is a matter of course.

In just one week, almost no Indian Wells players, including the qualifying rounds, knew about Lawanda.

"Did you take a photo with Ms. Lawanda?"

This seems to be becoming a whole new greeting.

(end of this chapter)