"Gawain! Gregor!"

The lady with dirty braids shouted loudly, but amidst the roars and cheers, her voice was surging like a boat, it was difficult to find her own center of gravity, and she had to keep waving tightly. Holding the mobile phone in the palm of your hand, you create waves with your actions.

"Gawain!"

"Oh, God! Gawain!"

Shouting and shouting, the fans noticed that Gawain and Dimitrov were approaching them, screaming, and completely lost control.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

All the shouts and sounds were all involved in the mighty screams, smashed to pieces, and in the end there was only a billowing heat wave that continued to burn.

Gawain and Dimitrov put their bags aside, stopped, and smiled at the fans in front of them.

screamed and started twisting.

It seems to break through the limit, beyond the frequency that human ears can receive, so that the turbulent sound gradually disappears, but gradually quiets down.

Gawain smiled and nodded to the fans. He and Dimitrov walked straight towards the braided lady. He took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, good afternoon."

"I think you should be Ms. Lawanda, right? It's an honor to meet you."

The lady with dirty braids covered her mouth, her body trembled uncontrollably like a girl seeing her idol, and she stared at Gao Wen in a daze.

No sound can come out.

"…Jesus Christ!"

finally!

Ms. Dirty Braids found her own voice, her slightly trembling voice revealed the turbulent and explosive emotions in her heart.

"you know me?"

"God, Gawain knows me, I can't believe it."

"God, oh God, forgive me, I really, really want to swear at this moment, and I think, I must be out of my mind."

"Not only did I see Gao Wen with my own eyes, but Gao Wen also knew me. If this is a dream, please, don't wake me up, really please."

Outspoken, bright and bright, not only will not feel offensive at all, but also kind and familiar, like a neighbor aunt with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart.

No need to introduce myself, this should be the celebrity in Indian Wells, Lawanda, after going around for so many days, they finally officially meet.

This made Gawain laugh heartily, "Ms. Lavanda, please allow me to introduce you solemnly. This is my good friend, Grigor Dimitrov. Please don't ignore his Exist, otherwise he might cry when he gets to the driving range."

A joke made Dimitrov look at the sky speechlessly, "Gawain!"

Ha ha!

Hahaha!

Lawanda laughed heartily, her deafening smile was like beating a drum, and the vulture just passing by was hit by a sonic attack and fell vertically for two seconds.

Although the adjustment was completed quickly to avoid the crisis of vertical landing, the wobbly flight curve can be seen, and the sequelae are very obvious.

"Grigor Gregor Gregor, I'm sorry, please forgive my faux pas."

Lawanda opened her arms and gave Dimitrov a firm hug, warm and enthusiastic, which was far more direct than words.

"Today's game, you performed very well, really very well, don't pay attention to those hateful voices, they are all just jealous of you, who can refuse you?"

Dimitrov was a little shy, still not used to the enthusiasm of strangers, but he also teased, "You, you chose Gawain, didn't you?"

"Ha ha!"

Lawanda laughed heartily, but did not deny it, but looked at Gawain again, covering her chest with her hands.

"Gao Wen, thank God, I finally saw you."

"I love your game, very, very much, and I've always wanted to tell you that to your face."

Unobtrusive and unobtrusive.

Lawanda expressed her love so bluntly, that simple and pure emotion, like a warm current, gurgling over her heart.

Even Dimitrov, who was "abandoned", looked at the sincere and lovely Lawanda in front of him without any jealousy, and his smile followed him.

Without words, one can deeply feel that Lawanda really loves tennis and pours all her enthusiasm and passion into it.

Perhaps, Lawanda is not a professional player, but as a fan, she still has no reservations, and can even feel the temperature deep in her soul.

Such Lawanda is also shining.

Looking at Lawanda quietly in front of him, Dimitrov was a little envious. The pure love of tennis is exactly what he misses now. After leaving the doubles field, he saw Lawanda again, over and over again. reminded him:

How did he choose tennis and how did he set foot on the professional field?

The chest cavity filled up bit by bit.

Now, finally able to understand:

Why can Lawanda grow up with Indian Wells for ten years, and why can Lawanda win the love of so many players in Indian Wells?

In just one meeting, Gawain and Dimitrov also fell in love with this lady with dreadlocks.

After speaking, Lawanda showed a big smile and offered an invitation.

"Sorry, I know you guys are preparing to go to training, but may I ask if you can take a photo with me?"

"I really...really... desperately need..."

While talking, Lawanda began to fiddle with her mobile phone, fearing that she would waste too much time and cause Gawain and Dimitrov's training to be delayed.

But because I was too excited and eager, so that my hands trembled and my hands and feet were in a hurry. There was a meaningless moaning and chirping sound.

Immediately, Lawanda also realized her faux pas, and the sunglasses had slipped to the tip of her nose.

"Feel sorry."

"Gao Wen, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to delay you, sorry sorry sorry."

Because of the tension, a thin layer of sweat seeped from the forehead and the tip of the nose.

A smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes, he did not express comfort, but joked in a warm tone.

"Of course there is no problem, Ms. Lawanda."

"To be precise, Gregor and I made a special trip here to take a photo with you. Now that the entire ATP and WTA are combined, there should be only two of us behind?"

"We've been sidelined by the rest of the players, and in order to fit in, I thought, the two of us need to hurry up, we don't want to be outsiders."

Ha ha!

Not only Lawanda, but also other fans around laughed, casting their gazes towards Lawanda with envy.

Lawanda didn't have time to enjoy these envious sights~lightnovelpub.net~ but she was nervous and flustered, so she quickly raised her head and pushed the sunglasses that had slipped off due to sweat again.

"I'm trying to collect photos of all the top 100 players in the ATP and WTA rankings, but obviously, it's a tough task."

"Let me see if it's possible to do it in five years."

In a simple sentence, you can see the difference in Lawanda. She not only likes those big-name players, but also likes the sport of tennis—

She loves everyone involved in tennis, and everyone who loves tennis, as much as Indian Wells.

For Indian Wells, for tennis, it is indeed a blessing to have such fans.

The same is true for Gao Wen.

(end of this chapter)