Until today, Mark seemed to finally realize that his thoughts were wrong.
He envied and even envied the attention Yannick had won. Yannick seemed to have won all the attention easily without doing anything.
But just now, Mark watched a round up close on the spot.
Yannick stood in front of Gawain, trying his best and burning with energy. It was not that the goal just now was so exciting, but the tenacity and perseverance he showed were somewhat different from the scene he imagined in his mind, so much so that Mark couldn't help but hold his breath.
Only then did Mark understand.
When he envied his younger brother, his younger brother was sweating under the scorching sun in the training ground. Those boring training, those hard work, those efforts and those persistence were never as simple as he imagined. "Sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor" never existed in the world of competitive sports.
Moreover, sometimes, even if you try your best, failure is failure, and you have to accept the cruel reality with bitterness in your mouth.
This is the most helpless and painful part.
Staring at the small figure on the court, at the end of the full-speed run, Mark looked up at the sky helplessly and just stood there.
Then, without realizing it, Mark started to applaud, and a sense of admiration quietly grew in his heart.
When Sieglinde said that Yannick needed to train for two hours.
In Mark's opinion, "only two hours"? Don't professional players need to train hard for six or eight hours every day? What's two hours? Now Mark finally understood that Yannick had to shed countless sweat for his light "only two hours", and every minute and every second was a test of mental will. In the world of competitive sports, there is no shortcut to victory. There is no choice but to be down-to-earth.
On the court.
Sinner was a little annoyed because he could have done better in the last shot, but his swing was slow and his footwork was slow.
To be precise, it was because his steps were a little slow, which resulted in his swing of the racket being incomplete, so that the ball went flying straight into the air.
Damn it!
Looking up, Sinner looked across the court and could see Gawain raising his wrist guard to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead, but his face was full of sincerity, and one could even see his chest rising and falling as he took deep breaths, as if the shot just now had burned up his life energy.
Phew.
Sinna really didn't expect that he would be such a Gawain. He couldn't help laughing out loud.
Boom! Looking at Gawain performing the pantomime, the crowd burst into laughter.
Aura, that's what it is.
The same pantomime, when performed by someone else, is a kind of mockery and contempt, as if they are belittling their opponent, which is really hard to like.
But when someone performs it, it is a form of self-mockery and entertainment. Not only does it not belittle the opponent, but it can also bring positive effects.
Obviously, Gawain belongs to the latter.
That expression, that movement, that look, were full of concentration and sincerity, and they made people laugh so hard that even Sinner couldn't help laughing out loud.
Then, the onlookers immediately understood Gawain's intention, and began to cheer as if they were expecting Gawain to actually sweat a little. They also began to cheer for the kid in front of them because they expected Sinner to make Gawain show some real kung fu.
"Yannick."
"Yannick..."
At the beginning, there were only a few scattered calls, scattered in every corner, seeming a little lonely.
But after seeing Gao Wen's hurt expression, the onlookers at the scene became excited and started to work really hard.
"Yannick!"
The sounds gradually gathered together, twisted into a rope, and finally burst out with a force that could not be underestimated, blooming proudly above the practice field.
This time, it was no longer an advance arrangement by the Nike team, but the spontaneous shouts from the audience that brought this unexpected surprise event to a climax.
Gao Wen always seems to have such a magical power, which can bring together different ideas and emotions on the scene, make independent individuals become a group, and then throw themselves into the game/practice with boiling blood and burning passion, keep focused and enthusiastic.
So, this is also a kind of leadership charm? Even Mark was no exception, clenching his fists and raising his arms to shout -
"Yannick!"
Sieglinde heard Mark's shout the first time and turned her head sharply, with a slight flicker of emotion in her eyes.
Mark felt his mother's gaze and looked over subconsciously, but he felt a little shy and restrained, as if his thoughts all along had been seen through. Mark, who was still a child, turned his head hastily, trying to hide his embarrassment, and shouted even louder.
Sieglinde said nothing, but just moved closer and hugged Mark.
Instantly, Mark's body tensed.
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They hadn't felt such warmth for a long, long time, so they were a little uncomfortable with it. Subconsciously, Mark wanted to dodge away.
But after a slight hesitation, the action stopped. Mark did not push his mother away after all. His shoulders were slightly stiff, and his right hand raised high was like the Statue of Liberty.
Sieglinde hugged Mark tightly, saying nothing.
Doesn’t she understand what her eldest son is thinking?
She understands, she understands it all.
But that's how family is, the closer they are, the easier it is to hurt each other; likewise, the closer they are, the harder it is to explain things to each other; and with Mark in his adolescence, who is a little rebellious, a little sensitive, and a little stubborn, their distance has unknowingly widened.
Originally, Sieglinde brought her younger son to the event, and also brought her older son along, hoping that the two brothers could take a trip and grow closer; but Sieglinde never expected that the trip would cause more arguments between them, and would be worse than at home.
As a result, it was this kind of activity that unexpectedly brought the two brothers closer together.
Sieglinde was filled with gratitude.
She leaned on Mark, waved her right hand and shouted loudly. Her eyes became slightly hot and tears rolled down her face as she shouted. A smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth as she shouted.
A little bit, then a little bit more, the sound waves gathered together, releasing amazing energy.
Sinner was stunned. He had obviously never experienced such a scene before. He felt a little restrained and shy, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
So this is what it feels like to stand under the spotlight, surrounded by applause and cheers?
An indescribable emotion slowly swelled up in my chest, warm and distending, like a slowly rising hot air balloon.
Turning around, Sinner saw Gawain on the other side of the court, greeting the audience, cheering louder and louder, looking over with smiles on their faces. Their eyes met, and Sinner could see the high morale in Gawain's eyes, like a sky full of falling stars.
Suddenly, Sinner also became full of enthusiasm.