Originally, it was just to change the subject, but Pulan's words were all from the heart, and when the chatterbox was opened, it could never be closed again.
After the attention was successfully shifted, the follow-up words flowed out in a rambling manner, and I became excited without realizing it.
"Watching the game up close, it feels really different. My heart is about to explode. I can't imagine your pressure at all."
"I watched the live broadcast in my room, but the game venue was not far away. From the balcony, I could see a corner of the center court. Everything was too close. If it was a little quieter, I could clearly hear the sound coming from the direction of the court."
"Cheers, sighs, screams, applause."
"It's all so vivid, because there is often a delay in the live TV signal, so every time it's like this, the sound comes from outside the window first, but I don't know what happened at all, I can't help but guess, who scores and who loses points, the specific confrontation What was the situation before seeing the picture on the TV screen."
"At that short moment, my heart was almost numb, and I couldn't stand it."
lifelike.
Lifelike.
This was indeed a situation that Gao Wen was not familiar with.
Turns out, that’s what Purlan experiences in a hotel room when he’s playing; what about the view from the player’s box, then?
Involuntarily, Gao Wen also listened with relish and focused on Pulan.
"I was so nervous that I was going to pass out when I wasn't there. I can't imagine the mentality of Pete and Andre. No wonder people always say that coaching is not easy. They should be people with a high risk of heart disease."
"I can't even imagine you."
"When you stand on the court, the sun is so hot, the air is so hot, and the game is so intense, wouldn't you just faint?"
Pu Lan's words are full of curious babies' exploration, with a little naivety, it can be seen that she really doesn't know much about competitive sports—
Tennis, this is a brand new world, everything needs to start from scratch.
The smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth was completely open, and he didn't mind sharing some of his tennis world.
He shook his head, "Actually, we stood on the court and devoted ourselves to the game, but we were not so nervous. A more accurate word should be that there is no time to be nervous."
"Of course, we're all human and we get nervous and anxious, but dealing with your own balance is part of the game."
“During the game, we need to stay focused and clear our brains. If we are overwhelmed by nervousness, ideas such as tactical analysis and shot selection will not work, and may even affect the speed of conditioned reflexes, leading to mistakes in the timing of shots. , then the game may be a mess."
"In fact, the more anxious the moment, the less time we have to be nervous. Instead, when we are leading, or when the confrontation is not intense enough, or when the opponent is injured, the whole rhythm slows down. It’s easy to breed thoughts, and it’s easy to get nervous.”
Pulan opened his mouth wide, his face full of astonishment and surprise.
Obviously, this is very different from what she imagined. The world of competitive sports is indeed full of unknowns and mysteries.
Seeing Pu Lan's stupefied appearance, the two tennis **** on his head were trembling slightly, so cute, he actually revealed a little honesty.
An urge to mischief arises spontaneously.
Gawain just wanted to tease Pulan, so he spread a little cream with his index finger and put it on Pulan's nose, making him look like a clown.
Pu Lan suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes widened, and he was about to fight back, when he saw Gawain put his index finger into his mouth.
this…
Gawain could see all of Pulan's movements out of the corner of his eye, and the smile in his eyes rolled again, but on the surface, he remained calm, as if he didn't know what the actions just meant.
"Since there is a delay in watching live TV that ruins the viewing experience, it's better to watch the game live."
"Believe me, the feeling of watching the game is different. The sound of tennis balls, the temperature of the air, and the atmosphere of the scene are all different."
A second ago, Pulan noticed the smile in Gawain's eyes and was about to fight back when she suddenly realized that this guy might be playing a prank again.
A second later, Pu Lan heard Gao Wen's words and shook his head again and again, like a rattle. He no longer cared about complaining about Gao Wen, but used his whole body to express his rejection.
The panicked look, fearing that if he refused slowly, he might be dragged to the execution ground.
Even Gao Wen pulled his attention back, very surprised, "What's wrong? Are you worried about exposure? If you are not prepared, don't go to my player's box, buy a ticket to watch, it's the same."
Pulan waved his hands again and again, this time he also shook his head, double-moving to strengthen his attitude, "No, it's not that reason, but I can't bear the tension of watching the game live."
What Pu Lan didn't say was that before she met Gao Wen, she really lacked interest in competitive sports, so she didn't hate it, but she didn't actively watch it either.
Not only tennis, but all kinds of competitive sports, she is simply not interested.
Until Gawain appeared—
A little bit of curiosity, a little bit of exploration, a little bit of anticipation, and a little bit of excitement made Pulan slowly approach and enter the world of professional tennis.
"Before, when I was in Paris, I also watched your game live on TV. At that time, I was nervous, but it didn't seem that serious."
"When I came to Monte Carlo this time, the sense of reality was really suffocating. The tension rose all the way from the soles of the feet to the head, and my scalp felt numb for a while."
With just a few words, he could deeply feel Pu Lan's emotional surge, as if he could still feel the tension of his heart beating wildly until it was on the verge of explosion.
As he spoke, Pulan shook his head again and again, expressing his rejection with his whole body movements.
It looks like a penguin.
Gao Wen didn't speak, just tilted his head, watching Pu Lan quietly, his scorching eyes seemed to be able to see a hole in his face.
Pulan didn't know why, so she wiped her cheeks, and then realized that she had foolishly not wiped off the cream that Gawain had put on her nose just now.
"ah!"
Pulan exclaimed, took out a tissue, quickly wiped off the cream, pouted his mouth, and gave Gao Wen a gloomy look in protest.
Gao Wen still didn't speak~www.mtlnovel.com~ just laughed happily.
Pu Lan glared at Gao Wen, "Why, is there any more?"
Gao Wen shook his head, "No, I just think you are beautiful."
Pulan: …
Gao Wen nodded seriously, his face full of sincerity, "I'm serious, you are beautiful."
The smile just climbed up Pulan's mouth. Although he was a little shy, joy and happiness overflowed in his chest, which cannot be described in words.
"Is it only beautiful? I thought that you like me because of my charisma." Pulan complained dutifully.
This time, Gao Wen didn't joke anymore, but nodded again, "Because of her beauty and charm, I like them all."
(end of this chapter)