Originally, it was just to change the topic, but Pulan's words were all sincere. Once the conversation box was opened, it could never be closed again.
After his attention was successfully transferred, the subsequent words flowed out in a garbled way. As he spoke, he became excited without even realizing it.
"Watching the game up close, it feels really different. My heart is about to explode. I can't imagine the pressure you feel."
"I was watching the live broadcast in my room, but the competition venue was not far away. You could see a corner of the center court from the balcony. Everything was too close. If it was a little quieter, you could clearly hear the sounds coming from the direction of the court."
"Cheers, sighs, screams, applause."
"Everything is so vivid, because the live TV signal is often delayed, so it is like this every time. There is a sound outside the window first, but I don't know what happened at all. I can't help but guess, who scores and who loses, and the specific confrontation.
What was the situation, and then I saw the picture on the TV screen."
"In that brief moment, my heart was so stiff and paralyzed that I couldn't stand it at all."
Lifelike.
Colorful and vivid.
This is indeed a situation that Gawain is not familiar with.
It turns out that this is what Pooran experienced in the hotel room when he was playing; so what about the viewing angle from the players' box?
Involuntarily, Gawain also listened with interest and watched Pulan intently.
"I would have been so nervous that I almost fainted if I wasn't there. I can't imagine the mentality of Pete and Andre. No wonder people always say that it's not easy for coaches. They should be at high risk of heart disease."
"I can't imagine you even more."
"You are standing on the court, the sun is so hot, the air is so hot, and the competition is so fierce, won't you just faint?"
Pulan's words were full of the exploration of a curious baby, with a little innocence. It can be seen that she does not know much about competitive sports——
Tennis is a whole new world, and everything needs to be started from scratch.
The smile on Gao Wen's lips completely blossomed, and he didn't mind sharing some of his tennis world.
He shook his head, "Actually, when we stand on the court and devote ourselves to the game wholeheartedly, we are not so nervous. A more accurate word should be, there is no time to be nervous."
"Of course, we are all human beings, and we will be nervous and anxious, but dealing with our own mental balance is part of the game."
"When the game is going on, we need to stay focused and clear our brains. If our thoughts are occupied by tension, our thoughts such as tactical analysis and shot selection will not work. It may even affect the speed of conditioned reflexes, leading to errors in the timing of the shot.
, then the game might be a complete mess."
"In fact, the more anxious the moment is, 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, and in our mind
It’s easy for thoughts to arise, and it’s easy to get nervous.”
Pulan opened his mouth wide, with shock and surprise written all over his face.
Obviously, this is very different from what she imagined. The world of competitive sports is indeed full of unknowns and mysteries.
Looking at Pu Lan's dumbfounded look, the two tennis balls on his head were trembling slightly, he was so cute, and actually showed a little bit of honesty.
An impulse to play mischief arose spontaneously.
Gawain just wanted to tease Pu Lan, so he smeared a little cream on Pu Lan's nose with his index finger, making him look like a clown.
Pulan 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……
My cheeks were so hot that they were almost burning, so I swallowed the next words and pretended that nothing had happened.
Gawain could see all of Pu Lan's actions from the corner of his sight, and the smile in his eyes started to roll again, but on the surface, he remained calm, as if he had no idea what the action just meant.
"Since watching live TV has delays that ruin the viewing experience, it's better to watch the game live."
"Believe me, the feeling of watching the game live is different. The sound of tennis balls hitting the ball, 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. She suddenly realized that this guy might be playing a prank again.
The next second, Pulan heard the content of Gawain's words and shook his head repeatedly, like a rattle. He no longer cared about complaining about Gawain, but expressed his rejection with all his body movements.
He looked panicked, fearing that if he refused slowly, he might be dragged to the execution ground.
Lian Gao Wen also regained his attention and was very surprised, "What's wrong? Are you worried about exposure? If you are not prepared, don't go to my player box and buy a ticket to watch. It's the same."
Pullan waved his hands repeatedly, and this time he shook his head. The double action strengthened his attitude, "No, it's not that reason, but I can't bear the tension of watching the game live."
What Pulan didn't say was that before she met Gawain, she really had no interest in competitive sports. She didn't hate them, but she wouldn't take the initiative to watch them.
This is true not only for tennis, but for all 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 allowed Poland to slowly approach and enter the world of professional tennis.
"Before, when I was in Paris, I also watched your game on live 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 jumped from the soles of my feet to my head, and my scalp felt numb."
In just a few words, one can deeply feel Pu Lan's emotions, as if he can still feel the tension of his heart beating so fast that it is on the verge of exploding.
As he spoke, Pulan shook his head again and again, using all his body movements to express his rejection.
It looks like a penguin.
Gawain didn't say anything, he just tilted his head and stared at Pulan quietly, his burning eyes seemed to be able to see a hole in his face.
Pulan didn't know why, so she wiped her cheeks, and then she realized that she had stupidly not wiped off the cream that Gawain had just wiped on her nose.
"ah!"
Pulan exclaimed, took out a piece of tissue paper, wiped the cream clean quickly, pouted his mouth, and looked at Gawain depressedly to express his protest.
Gawain still said nothing, but laughed happily.
Pulan glared at Gawain, "Why, is there more?"
Gawain shook his head, "No, I just think you are beautiful."
Pulan:……
Gawain nodded seriously, his face full of sincerity, "I am serious, you are very beautiful."
The smile just climbed up the corner of Pu Lan's mouth. Although he was a little shy, joy and happiness overflowed in his chest, and words could not describe it.
"Is it just beauty? I thought you liked me because of my charm." Pu Lan complained duplicitously.
This time, Gawain did not joke again, but nodded again, "Because of her beauty and charm, I like them all."