Until today, Mark seems to have finally realized that his thinking has gone wrong—
He was envious and even jealous of the attention Yannick had won. Yannick seemed to be able to win all the attention without doing anything at all.
However, just now, Mark watched a round closely at the scene.
Yannick was standing in front of Gawain, trying his best and burning recklessly, not to say how wonderful the ball was just now, but the tenacity and perseverance he showed, which was a little different from the scene he imagined in his mind, so that Mark I couldn't help but hold my breath.
Only then did Mark understand.
When he was envious and jealous of his younger brother, the younger brother was sweating in the training ground under the scorching sun. Those boring trainings, all the hard work, the dedication, and the persistence were never as simple as he imagined. None exist.
Moreover, sometimes, even if you try your best, you can't do it, you can't do it, you fail, you have to accept the cruel reality with a bitter mouth.
This is the most helpless and painful place.
Staring at the small figure in the stadium, at the end of running with all his strength, he looked up at the sky helplessly, and Mark just froze in place.
Then, Mark himself didn't realize it, so he applauded like this, and a touch of admiration quietly grew in his heart——
When Sieglinde said that Yannick needs to practice for two hours.
In Mark's view, "only two hours"? Don't professional players need six hours and eight hours of intense training every day? What is two hours?
Now Mark finally understands that Yannick has to shed countless sweats when he said "only two hours", and every minute and every second is a contest of spiritual will. In the world of competitive sports, the climb to victory There are no shortcuts and there is no alternative but to keep your feet on the ground.
on the pitch.
Sinner was a little annoyed, because he could have done better in the last shot, but his swing was slow and his footsteps were slow—
To be precise, it is precisely because the movement is a little slow, and even the swing of the racket is not complete enough, so that the final hit directly hits the ball.
hell!
Raising his head, Sinner looked towards the opposite side of the court. At this moment, he could see that Gawain raised his wristband and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, but his face was full of sincerity. With his chest rising and falling, it was as if his life energy had been burned just this time.
Pooh.
Xin Na really didn't expect that he was such a high-level man, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed out loud.
boom!
Looking at Gao Wen who was performing pantomime, the crowd burst into laughter—
Aura, that's what it is.
The same pantomime, performed by someone, is a kind of mockery and contempt, as if belittle the opponent, which is really unlikable.
But when someone performed it, it was a kind of self-deprecation and entertainment. Not only did it not belittle the opponent, but it could also bring positive effects.
Obviously, Gao Wen belongs to the latter.
That expression, that movement, that look in the eyes, full of concentration and sincerity, made people laugh, and even Sinner couldn't help laughing out loud.
Then, the crowd watching and eating melons immediately understood Gao Wen's intentions, and started booing as if they were expecting Gao Wen to really sweat a little, and because they were expecting that Sinner would let Gao Wen show some real kung fu, they started booing one after another. Cheer for the kid in front of you.
"Yannick."
"Yannick..."
At the beginning, there were just a few scattered shouts, scattered in the corners, a little lonely.
"Yannick!"
The voices gradually gathered together, twisted into a rope, and finally burst out a force that cannot be underestimated, blooming proudly above the training ground.
This time, it was no longer the advance arrangement of the Nike team, but the self-published shouts from the audience, pushing this surprise event to the climax.
Gao Wen always seems to have such a magical ability to condense different ideas and emotions on the scene, let independent individuals form a group, and then devote themselves to the competition/practice with enthusiasm and passion, staying focused and enthusiastic.
So, this is also a kind of charisma?
Even Mark was no exception, clenched his fists and raised his arms and shouted—
"Yannick!"
Sieglinde heard Mark's shout immediately, and turned his head suddenly, his eyes flickered with emotion.
Mark felt his mother's eyes and looked over subconsciously, but he was a little shy and reserved. It seemed that his thoughts had been seen through all this time, and Mark, who was still a child, turned his head in a panic, trying to hide his embarrassment, shouting a little louder.
Sieglinde didn't say a word, just approached and hugged Mark.
In an instant, Mark's body tightened.
They haven't felt such warmth for a long time, so that they are not used to it. Subconsciously, Mark wants to dodge.
But after a moment of hesitation, the movement stopped. After all, Mark still did not push his mother away, his shoulders were slightly stiff, and his right hand was raised high like the Statue of Liberty.
Sieglinde hugged Mark vigorously, everything was silent—
Does she not understand the elder son's thoughts?
She understands, she understands everything.
But family members are like this, the closer they are, the easier it is to hurt each other; similarly, the closer they are, the harder it is to speak out; plus the adolescent Mark~www.mtlnovel.com~ is a little bit rebellious With a little bit of sensitivity and a little bit of stubbornness, the distance between them is unknowingly widened.
Originally, Sieglinde brought his youngest son to the event, and brought his eldest son by the way, hoping that the two brothers could take a trip and get closer; but Sieglinde never expected that the trip would make the two of them have a closer relationship. More disputes, but worse than at home.
In the end, it was such an event that accidentally brought the two brothers back into the distance.
Sieglinde is full of thanks.
Leaning on Mark, she also waved her right hand along with her, shouted loudly, her eyes became slightly hot, and as she shouted, tears rolled down like this; as she shouted, a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.
A little bit, a little bit more, the sound waves gathered in this way, releasing amazing energy.
Sinner was stunned. He had obviously never experienced such a scene. He was a little cautious and shy, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
It turns out that standing under the spotlight surrounded by applause and cheers is such a feeling?
An indescribable emotion slowly swelled up in his chest, warm and swollen, like a hot air balloon rising slowly.
Turning around, Sinner saw Gao Wen on the opposite side of the field, greeting the audience, cheering louder and louder, looking over with a smile on his face, his eyes collided, and then Sinner could see the high spirits in Gao Wen's eyes at a glance His fighting spirit is like falling stars from the sky.
All of a sudden, Sinner also became enthusiastic.
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