Match Point: Chapter 706 Throbbing
Latest URL: Pulan's cheeks were uncontrollably hot, even after leaving the Accor Arena and entering the subway, the blush still did not dissipate.
She couldn't believe that she did this, that she actually did it.
"God!"
Pu Lan couldn't help lowering his head, hiding his slightly flushed cheeks, to avoid being seen as embarrassed and embarrassing by others, but the excitement and joy surged uncontrollably, as if there were thousands of butterflies in his stomach It is like fluttering wings and dancing, and the language is really indescribable.
Annoyed and shy, but at the same time, Poulan was grateful that he had done this, that he had taken this brave step.
boom.
The subway door closed, then started, and left the subway station. The rickety carriage and the blowing breeze cooled Pulan's feverish brain a little.
Suddenly, Pu Lan realized a possibility:
What if the man didn't understand his message?
Or, what if the man understood but didn't refuse to respond?
Should she set a time limit? round-the-clock? three days? seven days? Or a month? Why did she put herself in such a situation?
"ah…"
Thinking of this, Pulan scratched her hair angrily. She had never done such a thing before, and she didn't know if she was doing it right.
In case... In case the man doesn't respond, then she doesn't need to regret it, because at least she has tried and proved that they are not destined, and there is no need to force it. She should forget it gracefully like a woman in the new era.
But!
But, having said that, forgetting means forgetting, and saying goodbye means saying goodbye, but the point is, isn't it too embarrassing for me to take such a lot of trouble to send out the signal?
Pu Lan's shoulders slumped, looking at his little leather boots, he couldn't help but gently rubbed against the texture of the subway car floor, as if he was trying to soothe his anxiety.
However, those lines are so tenacious, no matter how much they are rubbed, they remain the same without any change.
buzz buzz.
At this moment, the phone vibrated, and Pu Lan, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was taken aback, and almost threw the phone away reflexively.
Fortunately, the remaining rationality controlled him.
Pulan raised her head and looked at the carriage. The Parisians who were immersed in their own world did not notice her movement at all. Some people were reading books, some were reading newspapers or magazines, some were looking down at their mobile phones, and a large part of them Standing there expressionless reveals the tiredness of working overtime on weekends.
Wait, does anyone in Paris work weekends?
The thought flashed by, but it was fleeting. This should not be the point. Immediately, Pulan picked up the phone and glanced at the message reminder on the screen:
Unknown number.
Open the text message, not the text, but the picture.
A piece of white paper was laid flat in a wide palm, and the creases could still be clearly seen on it. It could only be unfolded by pressing a corner with your thumb, and the information on the white paper could only be spread out. A very simple word.
"3".
It's French.
It is obvious that Arabic numerals can be written, but a "three" is written in French. It is clear that it is a mystery and needs the other party to solve the puzzle.
buzz buzz.
Along with the vibration, he saw another message.
"The third time, so, you have already taken those ninety-nine steps, and I should take the last step. Is the answer correct?"
Even though it was an unfamiliar number that she had never seen before, Pulan's heart beat uncontrollably. She knew:
It's him.
It must be him.
poof. Plop plop puff...
The beating of the heart loses its rhythm, trembling slightly and throbbing slightly, as if you can really feel the goosebumps popping up on the surface of the skin, there is a kind of indescribable happiness, and then, every pore on the whole body is like opening the bubble water In an instant, the gurgling surged.
Looking at the line of sight, I couldn't help but read the text again carefully:
He knows her heart.
That night, Pu Lan kept suppressing his curiosity and impulse, endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and searched for the name on the Internet.
Gao Wen.
All that came out were "Girl Knight Gawain", and then added a word that I had inadvertently heard, boldly associating it together.
Gawain; Tennis.
The input method was still the girl knight's Gao Wen, but this time, the official ATP news jumped out, and she knew the spelling should be "Gao/Wen".
A whole new world unfolds before your eyes.
She hesitated and hesitated, wondering if she should go to the scene to watch the game.
Because she knew that once she appeared on the scene, it meant that she had taken the most important step and personally created their third encounter.
Should she do this? Shouldn't she just naturally wait for the third encounter? Then prove that everything is fate?
After repeated hesitation, she missed the match between Gao Wen and Raonic. When she realized that Gao Wen had entered the final, before her rationality reminded herself to be more reserved, the tickets for the final had already been purchased.
Now it seems that he knows it all:
He knew how much thought she had spent on this step, he also knew what the "third encounter" meant, and he also knew what to do next.
Quietly, even she didn't realize it, the corners of her mouth raised up quietly, and her mood seemed to fly into the sky with wings.
From ninety-nine steps to one step, they meet again, so, what happens next?
buzz buzz.
The third text message came again.
Pulan glanced down, couldn't hold back after a flutter, and chuckled lightly.
"I knew everyone would end up being what they hated the most: Tick Tick Tick Tick."
There were no extra words, but Pulan understood immediately.
When we met for the second time, Gao Wen said that he didn't want to be like a fourteen-year-old kid who keeps sending text messages and then holding his mobile phone to wait for a reply, unable to do anything, which would make him feel a sense of frustration .
three minutes.
It had been three minutes since the text message was sent, but Pu Lan still had no reply, so Gao Wen sent such a text message with a kind of ridicule and complaint.
Pu Lan was also taken aback by the thoughts in his head, completely unaware of the passage of time, but through the text, he seemed to be able to see Gao Wen's expression~www.mtlnovel.com~ After all, he couldn't hold back and just laughed There was a sound.
But it didn't take long for Pooran to realize that her laughter was out of control.
Raising their heads and looking at the subway car, a few people raised their heads and looked over, while most of them still focused on their own affairs without any movement.
Pu Lan adjusted his smile a little, and looked down at the phone screen.
After thinking about it carefully, I wrote a bunch of words over and over again, and then deleted them all; I wrote a bunch of words again, and then deleted them all. , and sent it out as soon as the eyes were closed.
"correct answer!"
Before the phone screen had time to go dark, another reply letter came, and it turned out to be another picture.
"Fireworks.jpg".
Involuntarily, a smile crept up Pulan's brow.