Match point

Gao Wen thought that he was invulnerable.

Gao Wen thought that he had already seen through the world of mortals.

Gao Wen thought that he hid it well.

however.

it's not true.

Actually, Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun knew everything.

In order to protect them, he kept silent and pretended that everything was fine; in order to protect him, they pretended to know nothing and kept silent.

Until today, with the help of a hard-won victory, Jiang Yanyun finally carefully pierced that layer of window paper.

It was easy to defeat Gao Wen's entire line of defense in this way.

Jiang Yanyun said, the fight was beautiful——

It's not about "winning" beautifully.

To Jiang Yanyun, victory and championship are of course important, but in front of Gao Wen, they are not important.

again and again.

Gao Wen read Jiang Yanyun's information carefully. Those clumsy and simple words seemed to show Jiang Yanyun's concentration and earnestness in repeated deliberation and revision. He even asked Gao Hongli's opinion. Caring for children.

Nose, slightly sour.

After thinking about it, different versions of replies popped up in my mind, but I rejected them all, and finally entered a line of words in the dialog box.

"Mom, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Maybe, once in a while, he can take off his equipment and armor, there is no need to continue to be strong, and he can be a child in front of his parents.

Everything is like a kindergarten, crying and laughing, being self-willed once, because at that time, he relied on them sincerely and believed in them, and believed that everything could be resolved in front of them, relying on them wholeheartedly.

on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yanyun stared at the phone screen until a splash of water exploded on the screen protective film, then he raised his head suddenly and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in a panic.

Then, a hand appeared in front of his eyes, and handed the facial tissue to his eyes.

Looking up, it was Gao Hongli who was full of worry but pretended to be calm.

Waiting for Jiang Yanyun to take the facial tissue away, Gao Hongli scratched his head and asked casually, "What did Xiao Wu say?"

Jiang Yanyun quickly wiped away his tears, "Xiao Wu said that he wants to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Gao Hongli was slightly taken aback, obviously he did not expect Gao Wen's reply at all, "This kid, this is where it is."

Totally confused.

But Gao Hongli himself didn't realize that the invisible pressure quietly relaxed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and then he followed up with an idea.

"Didn't he love to eat this dish when he was a child? Later, when I made it for him, he didn't even look at it. He said he was tired of eating it. Why did he suddenly want to eat this dish again?"

That being said.

"Otherwise, we will go to Europe a week in advance. Where is the stop before Paris? Rome? Should we also go to Rome to meet him and cook him some home-cooked food?"

Rambling.

Gao Hongli was even more active than Jiang Yanyun.

Jiang Yanyun couldn't help but rolled her eyes, but she didn't notice, and she also smiled.

"Xiao Wu now has a nutritionist, and all three meals a day must follow the dietitian's list, even snacks are no exception. Occasionally, he must seek the consent of the nutritionist to avoid disrupting the balance of the diet. The more professional players The more we need to start with these details.”

"You layman, just messing around here."

Even so, Gao Hongli was not frustrated.

"Then let's ask the nutritionist for a look."

"Chinese food is also cuisine, and it is the best cuisine in the world. Otherwise, what our country's athletes eat every day, just pay attention to nutrition."

"We can send a recipe to the nutritionist, including seasonings, and then cook three meals a day according to the nutritionist's arrangement. If he says no, we won't do it, and we will strictly abide by his nutritional mix. Isn't that all right? ?”

As he spoke, Jiang Yanyun also moved with his intentions, and thought about it seriously, "Otherwise... shall we ask?"

In this room, the couple discussed in full swing. Although it was late at night in the East Eighth District, the house was still brightly lit.

At that time, Gao Wen didn't expect that one of his text messages would cause such a sensation, but if he knew, it would be a good thing and help his parents to divert their attention.

Message, reply complete.

In the dressing room, Dimitrov's voice with a slight smile came up and down. It was gentler than usual. You didn't need to raise your head to feel the upward arc of the corner of your mouth. There was a soft laugh, and the joy emanating from the inside out was contagious.

"Well... I know... um... you too... good... good, you should work hard too, train hard."

There is no special information in the words themselves, but the emotion conveyed by the tone is huge.

Then when he turned around, Dimitrov saw Gawain who was observing seriously, with a smile on his lips, paused, and then he said something.

"Gao Wen sends you his greetings."

Afterwards, Dimitrov said a few more words in a low voice, and finally hung up the phone. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Gawain with an innocent expression at a glance:

Spread your hands, shoulders high, eyes wide open, full of doubts.

That expression and that movement were clearly protesting, "I didn't say anything just now, and I didn't say hello to anyone. What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Although Gawain didn't make a sound, he just muttered with his mouth, but Dimitrov still understood it, and his movements were a little cautious, and he tried to explain it.

"I...uh, ahem, I just...tell her..."

"She, she also asked you, congratulations to you, yes, congratulations to you for winning the championship."

"You know...she...cares about...status...I...that's it..."

Incoherent.

Fragmented.

He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a reason. The flustered appearance was simply a reproduction of the 300 taels of no silver here.

Under Gawain's gaze, he was even more at a loss and his mind was blank. Because it was so sudden and flustered, Dimitrov didn't even know where to put his hands for a while, touching his head, pockets, and crossing his chest. Finally, realizing that the phone was still in his hand, he put it back in his pocket.

In a hurry.

In Gao Wen's eyes, this scene really wanted to burst out laughing, but he still controlled himself and raised his hands to show his innocence.

"I didn't say anything or do anything."

In one sentence, Dimitrov immediately broke his merits, spread his hands, and pretended to be mocking, "Okay, okay, I just called Maria, how is it?"

"Honestly, aren't you particularly envious?"

You don't need sharp eyes, you can see Dimitrov's upturned mouth at this time, and he even launched a counterattack with broken jars.

Gao Wen held back his smile, and nodded seriously, "I'm envious, I'm so envious."

"what."

"Ah...what to do, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts from envy, Gregor, no, I think this hurts so badly, my internal organs are starting to burn."

While talking, Gao Wen covered his stomach and started to perform.

A moment ago, Dimitrov thought that Gawain really had a stomachache, but the next second he realized that he had been fooled. This guy was actually a prank——

Look up to the sky.