Match point

Chapter 1204 Time Gap
For Pulan, everything seems unreal, like a dream that never wakes up, the concepts of time and space are both broken, so that his perception is wrong:
It always feels like 5 minutes have just passed, but it turns out that six hours have passed; I always feel like I am still studying in a library in Paris, but when I open the window, I see the fascinating green trees and sea, and the yachts docked in the port quietly like shells are slowly displayed.

After a while, she came back to her senses for a while, and then realized that she had already arrived in Monte Carlo, but the point is here——

How did she come here, how time passed, how the space was transformed... the memories in the middle seemed to become blurred and hazy.

Reality has evolved into a movie, with a camera switch, a black screen connection, and then time and space disappear like this, but no one knows what happened in the middle. The haze and fuzziness brought by the "blank feeling" makes everything that is happening in front of us even more unreal.

Even everything that happened in Monte Carlo escaped into a halo, the sweat, the heat, the impact, evolved into countless fragments, surging in the mind, like a stormy sea, like a storm.

Yea.

There was a door opening sound behind him, and Pulan turned his head abruptly to look over, and then saw Gao Wen who was wiping his wet hair with a smile on his lips.

"I'm ready, how about you? Are you ready? Ready to go to the training ground with me?"

At this moment, Pu Lan was able to truly confirm that she was indeed in Monte Carlo, and all of this was simply crazy.

Looking at Gao Wen with wet hair, some memories were awakened again in his mind. Goosebumps could not help appearing on the surface of his skin because of those panting, whispering, and touching. Fearing that the picture in his mind would reveal his true thoughts, he took a deep breath, Bring your thoughts back.

"Training, yes! Training! You can't delay your training. Pete and the others are waiting, right?"

Pooran cautiously pinned his unruly hair behind his ears, and repeated meaningless words, but finally got his attention back.

Even though it was already noon, Gao Wen was still preparing to go to the training ground to adapt to the venue. As he said, he went off track for a short time and then returned to work.

She was sure and affirmed that Gao Wen's training time should be postponed once, and there should be no further delay. After all, there is not much time to adapt.

Pulan thought for a while, then shook his head and refused, "I'll just stay here, have you forgotten? My graduation thesis? The deadline really isn't much left."

First of all, this is the truth, she is almost going to squander the whole day again, and now she has no excuse to continue to be distracted, procrastinate, and continue to do nothing, she needs to concentrate on completing her graduation thesis, not to mention, the reason she gave herself is, Come to Monte Carlo to finish your dissertation, don't you?
Secondly, she doesn't want to disturb Gao Wen's training. As she said, when Gao Wen puts his full attention into training, that is the time to shine. After the success of the spring hard-court season, the pressure on Gao Wen's shoulders has reached At unprecedented heights, he needs to stay focused.

Finally, and at the same time, the point that Poulan thinks about most seriously, attention.

With Gao Wen's current topicality and popularity, any disturbance around him may lead to speculation. Once she accompanied Gao Wen to the training ground, those sights would soon discover her existence, and things would happen quickly. would fall out of their control.

Those off-court topics may not only interfere with Gao Wen's concentration, but may also interfere with her daily life - she is just a college student who came to Monte Carlo from Paris on an impulse, but she is not ready to stand under the spotlight, her life has been turned upside down.

Everything is too fast and too fierce, he and she need a little time.

All sorts, all sorts, Pulan still wants to keep a low profile. For now, this is the best choice.

Gawain paused for a moment, looked at Pu Lan seriously, and confirmed it again.

"Are you sure?"

Pulan nodded emphatically in the affirmative.

Gawain looked into Pulan's eyes carefully, and after getting a positive response, he didn't push any further, showed a smile, and nodded slightly.

"Training is indeed boring. Watching it once or twice may still be a little fresh, but after a long time, you are just sitting in the audience stands basking in the sun."

"Instead of that, it's better to concentrate on writing the paper."

"However, we have agreed that this visit to Monte Carlo is a vacation, and there is still half a day to relax tomorrow before the official start of the competition on Monday."

"So, tonight and tomorrow morning, we can relax and go out to sea and sunbathe, what do you think?"

Pu Lan's mood also soared, even if he could only piece together some pictures from the words, he couldn't control his joy, and nodded heavily to express his affirmation.

Gawain packed his equipment bag and smiled at Pu Lan again.

"Then, I wish your graduation thesis all the best. By the way, after the training is over, I will introduce Gregor and Dominic to you."

After leaving a word, Gao Wen turned and left the hotel room.

Pulan stood where he was, slightly dazed.

Gregor?Dominic?
what does this mean?
He looked down at himself wearing Gawain's wide jersey, then turned around to look at the blue sky and the sea outside the window, two blushes appeared on his cheeks, his heart couldn't help soaring high, and he couldn't help but want to scream. Turning around, the jersey was on the golden Blooming under the sun, you can wander in it with open arms.

So, how time passed, and how she got here, doesn't seem to be that important.

If it was a dream, could she never wake up?
Outside the window, the sun is just right.

……

Tatata!
kick the ground!

Slide!

brake!

The whole movement is smooth and smooth, and done in one go. Then, the one-handed backhand is like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, whipping quickly. At the moment of touching the ball, the speed of the racket head increases rapidly, and finally throws a straight line, aiming at the bottom line. The next deep ball mark disappeared.

Tim, backhanded with one hand, fully exerted force and stretched his body, just like a roc spreading its wings, vividly showing the beauty of strength and lines.

Opposite the stadium.

Dimitrov is expressing his helplessness with his whole body, just like a melted wax figure, spreading his hands and leaning his head back, while rushing forward while shortening his body, it is obvious that his knees are slowly squatting down, squatting down, and then down again Squatting, it looks like it might blend into the clay at any time.

No words are needed, one action is enough to express Dimitrov's affirmation of Tim——

This SLR is really wonderful!

Gawain just walked into the training ground, when he saw the ball, he whistled immediately, then clapped his hands, and applauded Tim in ghostly voices:
"Dome! Dom! Dom!"

Obviously, Gao Wen was imitating the screaming of the fans, but for Tim, he was still very, very uncomfortable, and his expression couldn't help but stiffen.

(End of this chapter)