Chapter 841 Walking Alone
Ahem.
Cough cough.
Zhang Ze just felt dizzy and couldn't tell for a moment whether it was reality or a dream. The whole world began to spin rapidly.
How did all this happen?
Then, Zhang Ze could see the bottle of mineral water being handed to him, brand new and just unscrewed; and a pair of eyes full of worry and concern, which did not notice his embarrassment at all, but just asked anxiously.
"Are you okay? Do you need help finding a doctor?"
"Need to sit down and catch your breath?"
Zhang Ze still didn't feel it was real. He just felt a sense of chaos and his head was about to explode. He didn't know how to judge whether the scene before him was real or not. He could only wave his hands subconsciously.
"No...it's okay, it's okay."
He hurriedly took the bottle of mineral water and took a big gulp. He finally caught his breath, but his mind was in a mess when he looked at the figure in front of him. His sight drifted around in panic, lightly passing by the figure in front of him, but then quickly jumped away, pretending nothing had happened.
"Gao...Gao Wen, why are you here?"
Standing in front of him was Gawain, and with him was Pert.
So, it was really Gawain! However, Zhang Ze wanted to bite off his tongue just after he finished speaking. He was really too rude. His words seemed to be disgusted with Gawain's presence.
"No, I mean, hello, I'm Gao Wen, no, I'm Zhang Ze, Gao... Nice to meet you, I welcome you, but I'm just a little surprised."
Talking incoherently and incoherently.
Normally, Zhang Ze would never be like this, but today everything happened too suddenly, and he was not mentally prepared at all. He was simply defeated and fled. Now it is too late to save his face.
Zhang Ze opened his mouth slightly, his face full of embarrassment. He had no idea what he had just said. The functioning of his brain and language system were completely different things.
Gao Wen, however, seemed calm and composed, with a faint smile in his eyes. He said as a matter of course, "Aren't you looking for a sparring partner? I came here specially for this."
A Grand Slam champion as his sparring partner? Zhang Ze felt weak in the knees and subconsciously took another sip of mineral water. Only then did he regain some composure, but his heart was still beating wildly. "But didn't you just finish the game?"
"Ah, sorry, sorry, congratulations on your victory." Zhang Ze scratched his head nervously, then realized that his attitude and words might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he quickly explained, "I don't mean to dislike your presence. I welcome you. I really welcome you."
But he just kept repeating the same few sentences over and over again. He was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. He clearly wanted to explain himself, but he had no idea how. Then, as he spoke, his voice gradually became lower.
Gao Wen laughed heartily, "Thank you."
Confident, frank, sincere and straightforward.
It is completely different from the humility and low-keyness in the traditional Eastern culture, but it does not make people feel proud or hypocritical at all. Instead, it is an open and honest and free and easy attitude, which gradually fits in with the impression in the rumors and is well-deserved.
Gao Wen's attitude helped Zhang Ze regain some composure, and a smile returned to his face, though he was still a little reserved. Then he could hear Gao Wen's explanation in a very confident and generous manner.
"Yes, the game just ended, but the training volume today was still not enough, so I came here specially for extra training."
"However, I didn't find the right partner. It seems that not many players insist on training at this time. Then I saw your name at the sign-in place."
"I thought, well, I'm not the only freak thinking about training. That's just fine."
"I hope I can still catch up. You haven't found a training partner yet, right?"
Gawain spoke a lot of words. It was obvious that the game had just ended and he was very active. His expression and demeanor were relaxed, and his words seemed to be more lively and brighter than usual. His whole body was filled with a brilliant color that made people feel warm.
Zhang Ze was still a little dull. He nodded blankly, not knowing how to respond.
Gao Wen immediately laughed.
"If Zhang Shuai and others describe me as a ferocious devil with horns on my head, then I must protest. In fact, I don't have horns."
The vivid and lively expression made Zhang Ze laugh instantly -
Gawain did not deny the devil's part.
However, Zhang Ze's thinking speed was a little slow, and his attention was still on the previous part. While he was hesitating, the words had already been whispered out.
"But don't you have your own sparring partner? Then why would you still..."
As I spoke, I lost my confidence.
Although Zhang Ze did not finish his words, Gao Wen was able to understand what he said afterwards. He did not hide it and just smiled brightly.
"Because of you."
It was a simple sentence, frank and straightforward, but Zhang Ze was stunned, not understanding what Gao Wen said.
"Because I saw your name, and then I realized that at this moment, there is another person who is also training, and we are fellow students."
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"Because all along, we have been watching your name struggling and running, and then trying to catch up with your footsteps."
"Because I want to make sure that I am not fighting alone. In front of me, beside me and behind me, there are thousands of friends who have the same dream as me."
Simple, light, yet powerful.
After a brief pause, Gao Wencai continued.
"Tennis is a very lonely sport. We are the only ones standing on the court fighting, and even our opponents are separated from us by the Pacific Ocean."
Zhang Ze couldn't help but move slightly. It turned out that he was not the only one who thought so. Then, because of Gao Wen's joking tone, he felt a little relaxed.
"But whenever I feel tired and exhausted, I will go back to the training ground, feel the ground with my feet, feel the tennis ball with my hands, and then run here and hit the ball here, and everything will return to simplicity and purity, reminding me why I started to like sports in the first place."
"In fact, I am never alone, because I am not the only one on the road of pursuing my dreams. In front of me, there are warriors who are brave enough to brave the waves; beside me, there are comrades who are fighting shoulder to shoulder; behind me, there is hope that is spreading like wildfire."
“We are never alone.”
One word, one sentence.
Plain, sincere, yet weighty.
The heavy weight on Zhang Ze's shoulders, Gao Wen's eyes, burning with enthusiasm and passion, were so resolute and so bright, and every word accurately hit his defenses, making Zhang Ze a little embarrassed.
He almost forgot that he was once full of vigor and fearlessness, running wildly just relying on his passion.
However, they did not expect that as time passed, they grew up slowly, their courage gradually disappeared, and then they became more and more timid, more and more rounded, and more and more... cunning, and lost themselves.
In fact, he has never been alone in pursuing his dreams. There are Wu Di, Wang Qiang, and Zhang Shuai, who have all grown up together; and now, there is another person.
A person who creates miracles with courage and enthusiasm, passion and fighting spirit and turns dreams into reality.
Zhang Ze's chest swelled up, filled with warmth and courage.
(End of this chapter)