Chapter 639 Start Sprint

"This is my contact information."

The girl was a little shy, her cheeks looked like the evening sky in June with a faint blush, but she didn't dodge, summoned up her courage, raised her head high, her eyes were clear, and she met Gawain's sight generously.

Obviously, Gao Wen didn't expect the unfolding of the story at all, so that he didn't react immediately.

one second.

The girl noticed Gao Wen's hesitation, her expression immediately became flustered, and her words became confused.

"You, don't you like it? I'm being abrupt, or..."

The girl turned her head and glanced at the back, all her friends popped their heads like meerkats, saw her gaze, and then all clenched their fists to cheer up, but the next second they realized that their hot gaze might be a Obstruction, so one by one they all shrank their heads back.

The girl has the urge to disappear in place—

This group of **** friends!

"No, it won't."

A voice came from ahead, like a lighthouse in the vast ocean, guiding the girl to turn around quickly, and then saw Gawain's slight smile rising from the corner of his mouth.

"I like."

But after the words were spoken, Gao Wen realized that his words might be somewhat ambiguous, so he immediately explained.

"I mean, I like the relationship between you..."

atmosphere.

He didn't think they were noisy, but he especially liked the atmosphere they got along with.

However, before the words were finished, the girl pursed her lips and looked at Gao Wen, with a smile overflowing from her eyes, the expression clearly said:

It turns out that you also said the wrong thing.

After explaining the words later, he didn't continue. Gao Wen showed a smile in his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and spread it out.

"So, contact information?"

The girl laughed happily, the kind of laughing with her head raised, her entire brows stretched out like a ray of sunshine, then she put the napkin into Gawain's palm, put her toes up, and approached Gawain, His eyes widened as if he could look into Gao Wen's pupils, but when his breath was about to be entangled, he turned around and opened the distance again.

The long hair like a waterfall flows lightly, and you can smell the faint fragrance of jasmine floating in the air.

The girl took two steps back, showed a bright smile at Gao Wen, and then turned around and walked towards her friends. The group of young people booed one after another.

The scene was a little lively.

Gao Wen lowered his head and opened the napkin, on which was written a string of phone numbers, a bit traditional and old-fashioned, not an email or a social network account, but a phone number.

Below is her name:

Emily-Plan (Amelie-).

I met twice in one day, and I didn't know his name until now, but the problem is that he hasn't introduced himself yet.

Gawain looked at the curious waiter standing beside him, asked a question in a low voice, then raised his voice and shouted.

"My name is Gao Wen."

French, I don’t know if it’s standard or not, but it’s indeed French. You can see the waiter making an “OK” gesture with Gao Wen’s brush with both hands, and nodding repeatedly to show that it’s very standard.

Emily turned and looked over.

And not just Emily?

At this time, all the eyes of the entire tavern were gathered, and each of them showed a look of enthusiasm, but it was not gossip, but a little bit of encouragement and envy in the warmth, and there was also some relief, as if they could "" Hear" what they think:

It's nice to be young.

Emily looked at Gawain brightly, and raised her voice to ask, "A young knight?"

Gawain nodded very seriously, "My horse is right outside."

Then he patted his tennis equipment bag, implying that all his armor and weapons were here, turned around smartly, and strode out.

In the tavern, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and then they all laughed happily.

The group of friends booed one after another.

"Emily!"

"Emily!"

"Emily!"

Cheers passed through the windows and gates, and floated onto the street. People who gathered in twos and threes seemed to feel the joy, and their gazes were cast on Gao Wen. The streets of Paris at night were also filled with romantic atmosphere. Followed in Gao Wen's footsteps and sprinkled all over the ground.

The night is getting deeper, but the party with laughter, singing, and dancing has just begun, and Paris, which has lost its bustling and fashionable clothes during the day, shows its unique charm again.

babble.

When the door opened, Sampras and Pelt noticed the sound for the first time, exchanged glances, and both looked towards the door.

Sure enough, he saw Gao Wen's figure.

Sampras smiled at Pelt, shrugged triumphantly, and stretched out his right hand, "Look, I'll tell you."

Pelt was not angry either, and shook his head helplessly, took out a euro coin from his pocket, threw it to Sampras, and asked loudly, "Why did you come back so early? Didn't you say you came back at ten o'clock?" ?"

Gao Wen put the tennis equipment bag at the door, and walked straight in, "It's interesting to go to the tavern with friends. I thought there were not a few days left for training, so I came back first."

As soon as his footsteps stopped, Gawain noticed the subtle atmosphere between Sampras and Pelt, and his mind turned, "Wait, you won't bet on the time I come back, will you?"

Sampras happily raised the one-euro coin he had just won to Gawain, "I won. I guess you will be back before nine forty-five."

Pelt's face was full of sorrow, "Ten minutes more, it's only ten minutes away."

Gawain froze for a moment, then looked at Tobias, "What about you?"

Tobias made a disappointed expression on purpose, "I thought you'd be back at half past nine, Gawain, you're lazy, you've let me down so much."

"Haha." Gao Wen laughed happily, "John, I have made some friends in the tavern, and I have gained a lot. Next time you go to that tavern, tell me my name. Although you can't get a discount on drinks, you can. Make sure you don't get thrown out for speaking English."

His confident words made everyone laugh.

Sampras stood up ~lightnovelpub.net~ and walked towards Gao Wen, "How is it, how do you feel?"

"Thank you for your persistence. I think it's really interesting to leave the training ground and relax, but next time, I'd better bring my friends with me, otherwise I will eat alone in the whole audience. I think they must think I am special. pitiful or horrific."

Gao Wen's extremely serious expression made Sampras laugh happily.

After the little joke, Gao Wen breathed out lightly, and said eagerly, "How about it, are you ready? Which game videotape shall we watch today?"

"The game against Nadal." Sampras didn't say anything more, and immediately went to work.

If you want to make steady progress step by step, you have daily tasks every day. If you miss a day, you will have a new task in a new day. The daily life of competitive sports has never been so simple. Without enough will and perseverance, it is very difficult. Difficult to gain a foothold.

Genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine percent perspiration—

One percent inspiration is a stepping stone, if not, you can't even get started; but ninety-nine percent sweat is the key to determining the final upper limit.

(end of this chapter)