"Crack! Gawain!"

Pulan raised his voice and shouted, jubilantly and passionately.

Feeling Gawain's gaze, but this time, Pu Lan didn't dodge, let alone escape, but stood in place gracefully, shouting loudly.

Like a fanatical fan—

Today, she came to Roland Garros to tell Gao Wen that no matter what the situation of the game was, no matter what difficulties she faced, she would always stand behind him and fight side by side with him.

He is not alone.

But these words, expressed in words, seem awkward and nasty, but appear to be frivolous in language; it is better to show them with practical actions, a smile, a look, and a cheerleading team.

She didn't need Gao Wen's response, because she didn't want Gao Wen to be distracted, to delay the training schedule in order to take care of her, to break the daily routine in order to accompany her, all she needed was for Gao Wen to feel that power.

So, Pu Lan did not evade, but stood among the fans and shouted to his heart's content.

Brilliantly, happily, and firmly met Gao Wen's gaze.

"Crack! Gawain!"

Two high fives, one shout.

She wanted to do this when she was watching the game in front of the TV before, but she always felt a little silly to support at home by herself, and now she was finally able to break free and shout out with the fans.

Feels great.

Under the sunlight, Gawain's movements paused slightly, he couldn't turn the corner, he subconsciously took two steps forward, and then his screams got out of control.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

The sky was overwhelming, the crowd was boiling, and the fans near the corner on the side of Gao Wen's direction all went crazy, and the screams broke free.

I can even feel that other players around me are rushing towards this corner. They just want to get closer to Gao Wen, and even closer. Even just feeling the scorching heat of those sweats at close range is enough to make them fly to the flames. The billowing heat wave spread like this.

Jaws and claws.

Gao Wen could clearly feel the licking of the hot flame on the surface of Gao Wen's skin, goosebumps screamed frantically, and immediately caught the turbulent crowd from the corner of his vision, he immediately reacted, and his footsteps stayed in place.

In the crowd, Gawain fixed his gaze on that figure intently.

Although Gao Wen's head was full of question marks at this time, obviously he didn't understand the situation in front of him, but he looked at Pu Lan quietly, and the touch of his eyes could feel the joy and happiness hidden in it, overflowing bit by bit.

There were crowds of people around, but Pu Lan still focused on her movements, shouting for help, even though the surrounding noise swallowed her figure, she still beat her hands unswervingly and shouted to her heart's content.

Then, the corners of Gawain's mouth followed Pulan's and raised up, forming a similar arc. Hot energy and vitality slowly poured into his heart, and the small universe seemed to be burning again.

Pu Lan saw it, she saw Gawain's eyes, and also saw Gawain's smile, and then, all the fans around had lost their minds, and they all saw the shallow curvature of Gawain's mouth, and screams erupted Unbelievable energy, tearing apart the shackles and soaring into the sky.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

The hustle and bustle surrounded the entire training ground.

But Pulan didn't care at all, she just looked at Gawain with a smile like this, and Gawain also looked back with a smile like this, his eyes collided in the air.

poof.

poof.

They seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat, all the noise and turbulence disappeared for a short time, and they condensed into eternity in an instant, and then those noises came back from far and near, filling the quiet space in their ears again, and clearly feeling the scene hot and mad.

One eye contact is enough.

Gawain stopped, and after all, he did not move on, but turned around and walked back, raising his hand to signal Dimitrov:

Training continues.

Watching Gao Wen's back, Pulan's heart surged uncontrollably, and then she jumped up again, cheering with more enthusiasm.

"Crack! Gawain!"

No matter what behemoth monsters dormant in the fog ahead, they will fight hand in hand, challenge bravely, and fight to the end.

The mood just soars.

Today's Roland-Garros is not sunny, but it seems to be a little more refreshing in early summer. When you close your eyes, you can feel the breeze mixed with the water vapor of the Seine, with flying skirts, brisk steps, bustling laughter and Shouts rang through the corner café.

on the pitch.

Dimitrov, who was standing on the opposite side of the net, did not return to the baseline immediately after hitting the net.

A second ago, he watched Gao Wen's backhand straight through with a face full of astonishment. He couldn't believe that his shot could still be saved, and he was amazed and confused.

In the next second, he noticed Gao Wen's abnormality, followed Gao Wen's line of sight, and after spending a little time, he saw the familiar face.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Dimitrov's mouth, and he continued to stand where he was, but unexpectedly found that Gawain did not go up to greet Pulan, but instead returned to the field, ready to continue practicing—

Actually!

If it was Dimitrov, this is absolutely impossible!

Then Dimitrov made a gesture, calling for Gawain to come forward.

Gawain didn't know why, so he thought that something was wrong with Dimitrov. After a series of trots, he could see Dimitrov's serious expression on his face, and even Gawain became serious.

Dimitrov drew closer and whispered in Gawain's ear.

"Haven't you heard? If you show affection on the training ground, you must be given a yellow card warning. If you commit the second offense, you will accumulate a red card and you must leave the training ground."

Gawain was slightly taken aback, and then glanced at Dimitrov for no reason.

Dimitrov couldn't hold back the ~lightnovelpub.net~ smile creeping up the corner of his eyes bit by bit.

Gao Wen finally came to his senses and was speechless for a while.

It was rare for Dimitrov to see Gawain deflated, and he burst out laughing heartily.

Gawain leaned forward slightly, approaching Dimitrov's ear, very gentle and very polite... swearing.

Dimitrov didn't realize it at all. He paused for a moment, and then laughed even more wildly, almost full of belly laughs. Such a scene is really rare, but looking at the smile that rose from the corner of Gawain's mouth, Dimitrov The husband knew that Gao Wen was joking with him.

Around the training ground, the fans were in a daze, completely unable to understand what the two men were doing.

But for the fans, this has no effect, even if they don't know what they are talking about, as long as they see some disturbances on the scene, they are not stingy with screaming and roaring. Their amazing lung capacity makes people wonder whether they are Not professionally trained in the lungs—

So, when those fanatical fans see their idols, do they do the same? Don't care what idols do at all, even just wiping off sweat and drinking saliva can trigger screaming frenzy?

Wait, this doesn't seem right, does it?