The sky is cloudy, the thin sunlight is slowly falling, and it is filled with the coldness of late spring and early summer. It seems that time also stays in the corner cafe for a while, and everything slows down.

However, this still did not stop the enthusiasm of the audience from flocking to Roland-Garros. The men's and women's singles quarter-finals in the other half of the district will start in full swing today—

In men's singles, Djokovic and Murray will appear to defend the majesty of the giants.

In the women's singles, Serena Williams is ready to hit the final four.

Although the lineup of Federer, Nadal, Gawain, Bryan Brothers, Ivanovic, and Wawrinka was slightly inferior to yesterday's lineup, and the audience flow dropped slightly, it was still noisy.

After all, all the semi-finals in singles and doubles will be decided, which also means that the Grand Slam competition is about to enter the final sprint, and if you miss it, you will have to wait until next year.

The enthusiasm of the audience continued to blow out.

Being in the crowd, Pulan was a little nervous.

She has been convincing herself that no one will notice her existence at all, she is just an ordinary member among thousands of viewers.

But... a guilty conscience.

She knew that her purpose of coming to Roland Garros today was not pure, so she naturally became nervous, lest her abnormality would attract attention.

Obviously, Pulan came here for Gao Wen.

Yesterday's game was extremely tense and extremely difficult, comparable to the Australian Open final. Even standing in front of the TV and watching it, I was almost suffocated, let alone the parties who experienced this ups and downs in person.

Pulan thought that Gawain needed a little support.

Therefore, Pulan was going to Roland-Garros and told Gao Wen on the spot:

He is not fighting alone.

However.

After actually arriving at the scene, Pulan still couldn't control his nervousness. Things seemed a little different from what he had imagined——

Gao Wen is training.

On non-competition days, Gao Wen maintains the intensity of two training sessions a day, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. This is just the time for hitting the ball on the court. In addition, there are additional gym training and basic training.

The entire training ground was completely surrounded.

Pulan was a little surprised.

She believes that as the game enters the final stage, the flow of spectators is becoming more and more concentrated. People generally gather at the two stadiums of Philippe Chattier and Susan Lenglen, and the attention of the training ground will inevitably decrease.

On the one hand, people have watched the training many times, and there is no freshness; on the other hand, the exciting competition is more attractive.

For example, Serena Williams, who is warming up for Philippe Chatier's first game at this time, should have more fans around the training ground.

But I didn't expect that Gao Wen, who had no competition tasks today and was just doing daily training, still attracted a large number of spectators, and the scene was very lively.

"Gao Wen, I love you!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Screams and expressions of love came one after another, and even watching Gao Wen wipe his sweat could trigger a group of out-of-control shouts, and the panting sound of "hissing, sizzling" was endless, and the atmosphere of the whole scene was really hot.

Pulan felt a little weird—

She didn't inform Gao Wen of her presence, so naturally she didn't enter the training ground. It should have been a surprise, but now she was in a dilemma.

Standing amidst a crowd of wildly enthusiastic fans drooling at Gawain, Poulan wasn't too sure if he should risk his identity.

Amidst the increasingly explicit chicken crowing, certain images in Pu Lan's mind were awakened—

bass.

His cheeks were hot in an instant. Seeing Gawain galloping across the court, Pulan was a little shy and annoyed, and patted his head heavily:

This brain is full of yellow trash! what happened!

at this moment.

The tennis ball rolled to the corner of the court, and Gao Wen walked towards the corner of the barbed wire fence to pick up the ball, but the screams around him lost control, and the barbed wire fence also rattled.

ah! Ahhh! ah ah ah ah ah ah...

Climb steadily.

Continuously.

The sound exploded directly on the eardrums, and Pulan became nervous for no reason, and then caught Gawain's sight.

Oops!

"oh!"

Pulan exclaimed, turned around and ran away. The raging crowd didn't notice her departure at all, and the vacancy was filled up again.

Gawain stood on the court, his footsteps paused, he thought he was dazzled.

In the blink of an eye, Pu Lan was completely knocked out of the crowd, and stood there in a daze, his cheeks were hot, and he was a little at a loss.

But-

Why is she running away? What is this kind of nervousness and apprehension that a thief is worried about being caught so that his heart is about to burst?

Things don't seem right, do they?

Pulan stood where she was, with question marks in her mind, and then turned to look at the turbulent crowd behind. Maybe she needed to be quiet and collect her thoughts.

Stepping forward a little bit, before reaching the training ground next door, Pu Lan saw a familiar figure of Yushu Linfeng at a glance——

Dimitrov.

With a tall and straight figure and a handsome face, he stands out from the crowd, and can easily attract the attention of others without any effort.

"Grigor..."

Pu Lan was about to say hello, but the words swirled on the tip of his tongue and stopped again.

She thought, today she is traveling low-key, trying to avoid being discovered and exposed as much as possible, not wanting to be discovered by reporters or fans is a trivial matter, and avoiding distracting Gao Wen's attention from affecting tomorrow's semi-finals is a major issue.

So, shouldn't she be saying hello to Dimitrov, too?

Just at this pause, Pulan saw a figure appearing behind Dimitrov—

His coach, Rashid.

Pulan and Rashid didn't know each other, and she just had a look at the training ground from a distance, but at that time, she could feel that Rashid looked very tense; looking at him from a distance today, Pulan also I'm not sure if I'm preconceived, but I always feel that Rashid is also a little nervous.

Rashid quickly caught up with Dimitrov, and spoke with a little anxiety, and he could catch a little anger from the hasty tone.

"...What do you think of yourself? A sparring partner who comes and goes when you call it? Gregor~lightnovelpub.net~ You are one of the top ten players in the world."

Rashid lowered his voice. Obviously, he also realized that this was a public place. Although the fans basically gathered around the training ground, and there were only sporadic figures in the aisle, they still needed attention, so he controlled his emotions. However, the words still spread in the wind.

Dimitrov also seemed to be a little angry, stopped, and said a word.

"Then what do you mean, those players who are ranked outside the top 100 in the world can be treated casually as sparring partners, don't you need to respect them?"

Rashid choked.

Dimitrov's personality still doesn't like conflicts. After stabbing Rashid, his expression eased, but because he was still angry, he couldn't bow his head and apologize after all, so he complained coldly.

"Also, I am no longer in the top ten in the world, have you forgotten?"

Rashid was stunned, looked at Dimitrov in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Grigor!"

Although the scene in front of me is not suitable for hilarious laughter, what's the matter with the inexplicable sense of joy?