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"When I left Heathrow Airport, the sky was still sunny, and I told John that the weather was good, but before the words fell, the torrential rain fell directly on my face, as if a hole had been opened in the sky..."

"You should really see John's expression, he's so happy."

Relaxed, cheerful, friendly, full of enthusiasm and sincerity, this is typical Dimitrov, always able to draw closer easily.

On the contrary, in front of the media, Dimitrov always appears restrained and disciplined, as if wearing a mask of reluctance.

Gao Wen followed the voice and turned his head to look over, and then saw Dimitrov who was in a mess, he couldn't hold back, and laughed.

"Are you caught in a hurricane going to Oz?"

Dimitrov wore a pair of white high-top sneakers with gray jeans, but the sneakers were like two boats at this time, and the bottom half of the jeans had turned black and completely soaked; even the hem of the beige windbreaker was like a "starry sky" Generally covered with mud dots, it looks like some abstract painting.

The most important thing is that the face is full of distress, the wet rainwater is dripping down the eyebrows, the messy hair is like the water plants that have just been fished out, and there is no shape or shape that sticks to the head, cheeks and No blood can be seen on the lips, but there is still panic and confusion, and lingering fear.

Before Dimitrov could answer, Gawain saw the broken umbrella in his hand and immediately understood.

At this moment, Dimitrov has vividly described the scene when he got off the car—

"...the umbrella just opened, when there was a 'wow', a gust of wind hit me, and the umbrella surface gave me a slap in the face, my eyes were completely covered, and my nose was hit by the umbrella bone, and then the rainstorm Just pouring water from all directions, I suspect someone is playing a prank."

"But that's not the worst."

"What's the matter with the evil wind? Left and right, front and back, I'm like an autumn leaf, dancing ballet in the storm."

Ha ha. Hahaha!

Although I know I shouldn't laugh, it's really funny after thinking about the picture.

Dimitrov seemed to have anticipated this scene, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

"Laugh if you want, I think it's a comedy myself."

"Maybe the picture in my mind is 'Singing in the Rain', but in fact it is a circus performance in the eyes of others."

As Gao Wen became more familiar, Dimitrov's ability to complain about himself also increased. So, is it close to the vermilion, or close to the black?

Gao Wen's eyes were full of smiles.

"Grigor, in London, you should never use an umbrella, don't you know?"

London is rainy, but people who live in London seldom hold umbrellas all year round.

reason?

Because of the gusts of evil wind.

If you hold an umbrella, not only will you not be able to protect yourself from the rain, but you will also be extraordinarily embarrassed. Therefore, you can often see people walking in the rain on the street, not because it is chic, but because it is more convenient-so in London, waterproof windbreakers have always been sold.

It's not that you can't use umbrellas at all, it mainly depends on the weather. If it's just raining but there is no wind, then umbrellas are still very popular; once the wind blows, then the rain is not a big deal.

"This is not the first time you have come to London."

Gawain has only arrived in London for two days, and he has already understood the local people's tricks, but Dimitrov still doesn't know?

Dimitrov looked helpless.

"When I came to London, it was summer! Summer! Who knew London was so scary in November?"

As soon as the words fell, Dimitrov realized his impoliteness, and quickly apologized to the front desk staff of the hotel.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that..."

But the receptionist has long been used to it, and said with a smile, "Trust me, I've heard worse words, but anyway, welcome to London."

That breezy appearance also made Gawain and Dimitrov both laugh.

Then, the front desk skillfully switches the working mode.

"Mr. Gao, the massage treatment that Mr. Pelt has scheduled for you is 30 minutes away. You can go directly to the third floor."

"Mr. Dimitrov, would you like me to check you in?"

After coming and going, the front desk has sorted out the situation.

Gawain stepped aside and let Dimitrov step forward.

The rule of the year-end finals is that the first substitute must arrive in London, the second substitute can freely choose whether to arrive in London, and the third substitute does not need to go to London but needs to confirm that he is willing to stand by.

If you refuse, then the opportunity will be postponed.

This is also to ensure that when an accident occurs, they can ensure that the substitute will follow up immediately.

After thinking about it, Dimitrov decided to come to London because—

"Maria has left for Miami."

"She can't stay at home and is very dissatisfied with her performance in Singapore. She needs to get back on the court to find a trace of calm."

Sure enough, typical Sharapova, the desire to win is no joke.

Gawain nodded slightly, "Where's John? Why didn't he come in with you?"

"He said there was still work to do, as if it was a meeting. What about you? Why are you alone? What about Martin and Pete?"

"Still at O2, I met some old friends, high-level executives of ATP, they need to socialize, but I finished training and still have work to do, so I came back first."

When Dimitrov checked in, the two friends chatted and exchanged recent news.

"I just got used to the venue. The o2 venue is really magnificent, just like a rock star on the stage of a concert. It feels really different."

"Where's Arthur Ash?"

"It feels different. Arthur Ashe is wide open, and the field of view seems to have no end; while O2 is closed, the whole crowd and magnificence are magnified in the pupil, the sound of hitting the ball is different, and the whole reverberation is particularly obvious. "

"Ah, I can't wait, I'm getting used to the venue this afternoon."

"No surprise. They went out to take pictures today. From the evening onwards, Milos will have to get used to the venue, and the training time in the future should be fully booked."

"Exterior scene? The weather?"

Dimitrov and Gawain both turned their heads to look outside the hotel lobby, looking at the stormy weather with weird expressions.

"Mr. Dimitrov, I'm sorry, but please show me your passport."

The staff at the front desk interrupted the communication between the two. Gao Wen turned his head and looked behind ~lightnovelpub.net~ There were people starting to line up again. In order not to delay the progress of the line, he patted Dimitrov on the shoulder , indicating to him to complete the formalities here quickly, and he was waiting by the side.

Then Gao Wen stepped aside and smiled apologetically at the guests behind him.

Dimitrov looked really embarrassed. Although he hadn't been in the rain for too long, in order to avoid catching a cold, he still needed to quickly enter the room to take a shower and wash up.

Gao Wen couldn't help but look at the weather outside, curious about how the promotional photos of the top eight players in the final were taken.

"…Feel sorry."

A cautious voice came from the side, and Gawain came back to his senses, and then he could see a middle-aged woman with a pear-shaped figure standing beside her. Her body size should be twice that of Gawain's, so it was a bit awkward to move her steps. Convenience, long blond hair tied high into a ponytail, holding a big round cake floral cloth bag in his arms, it looks like—

cheese?

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