Pu Lan:...Shocked! How could she not know that he was such a great person!
But if you think about it seriously, it doesn't seem that surprising. After all, it was the man in front of you who came directly from Mallorca to Paris for a surprise surprise.
"ah!"
Exclaiming in surprise, Pu Lan stared at Gawain and complained with astonishment on his face.
"Master, master of love!"
"You can tell from this look that you are a master of love. To be honest, how many kind-hearted girls have you deceived before?"
Having said that, one can tell at a glance that Pu Lan is hiding his shyness, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth and bright eyes reveal his true emotions.
Gawain spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"No way!"
"I'm just studying hard and making progress. When I got someone's phone number, I didn't take the initiative to contact him. Someone was tossing and turning all night. Seeing that someone likes me so much, I should also behave well.
, how do you become a master in love? I am the one who was deceived, okay?"
"So, judging from your reaction, does it prove that my reference book is correct, that I am moving in the right direction, and that I can pass the required love course?"
Pu Lan's cheeks were burning, and the things that had happened flashed through his mind like a slideshow, causing him a moment of embarrassment.
That light and joking tone made Pu Lan's heart beat wildly. He subconsciously avoided looking at her, but as soon as he lowered his gaze, he couldn't help but clenched his fist in annoyance:
Gawain actually calculated it again.
Just when Pu Lan was about to retort, Gawain's subsequent words succeeded in amusing her, and the words that came to her mouth quietly changed.
"Is it like you cheated and teased Pospisil?"
Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "I thought you were too nervous and exciting, so you didn't watch the live broadcast of today's game properly."
Pulan knew that Gawain was joking, and the narrowing in her eyes was not concealed at all, but she couldn't help but explain, partly because she wanted to share.
"I was serious."
"When I was watching a game in Paris, I noticed that some routines seemed to bring good luck, and then I started to become superstitious without knowing why."
“Before every game, I will boil a pot of water and drink water while watching the game. Before every point, I need to take a sip of water, as if just by doing this, you can win the point; and,
I also have to make sure the glass is half full, as if that symbolizes your status, and once you start losing points, I drink half the water and then keep filling the glass again."
"I know, I know it's stupid, but I just can't help it."
"Sitting in front of the TV, I always want to do something."
"Then, every time when there is a critical score, such as a break point, I need to clasp my fingers and pray devoutly, hoping to get through this difficulty."
As he spoke, Pu Lan couldn't help but laugh and touched his forehead.
"I also know that this statement makes no sense at all. How can my personal behavior affect the situation of the game, but I just can't control myself."
"Even though I know this, I can't help but hope. What if the superstition is true? What if my small actions can ensure victory?"
Gao Wen felt the same way and nodded slightly because he was a player himself and also because he was once a loyal fan.
"Believe me, I understand, I can totally understand."
"Actually, compared to fans, the superstitions of players are really serious. Almost every player has his own little superstition."
"Just like me, when I walk through the tunnel and enter the stadium, I will definitely take my right foot first to make sure it steps on the field first."
"I believe it will bring good luck."
From football to basketball, from boxing to racing, from sprinting to skydiving... etc., this is true for all different sports. The top players all have their own little superstitions, either before the game or before the game.
Whether it's a game or a critical moment like a penalty kick, they all have small habits and actions that they firmly believe in.
From a psychological point of view, this is a way to reduce stress and is also a behavioral pattern.
It is impossible to say that one action or one habit can change the game, but the familiar patterns established through these habits can implant a belief and play a role in the psychological level, and finally reach an improved state and tap into potential.
Effect, this is the truth.
Over time, athletes will believe that once they get used to a pattern, these behaviors will improve their performance, but the truth is:
What really improves is their belief, which is the confidence rooted in familiar routines. When self-confidence rises, sometimes they can perform beyond their capabilities. Therefore, the important thing is to believe that they can do it, and those habits dictate that they can do it.
What it brings is precisely this determination and enthusiasm.
The power of belief is far beyond imagination——
A mother can sprint 100 meters to reach the building to catch her child who fell from a tall building and save the child's life.
Such incredible cases are not legends or myths, but they actually exist in real life, and they are common in competitive sports.
Pulan didn't know this. After all, she didn't know much about competitive sports, so Gawain's words immediately made her happy.
"right?"
"Yeah, right?"
"I also find it incredible, but I still can't help it."
"But when you come to Monte Carlo, all these little tricks don't work. Just like what I just said, the immersive feeling brings a different experience, and everything is different."
The bottom line is that the model is broken.
Pu Lan once again thought of his behavior in the past two hours, like a madman, and couldn't help laughing.
"Then I thought, maybe because I watched the game, maybe because I was there, it was like a disaster that caused you to lose."
When the words came out, Pu Lan felt ridiculous, so he covered his cheeks with his hands and refused to look at Gawain's expression.
"I know how outrageous this is, but I really think so."
"So, I thought, if I don't watch the game, you should be able to win, right? So, I ran to the next bedroom, hid in the corner, the TV was still on, and listened to the sound from a distance."
"I listened to the sounds outside, then listened to the sounds inside, stretching my ears, trying to hear the score, or the cheers and shouts of the fans."
"Then I couldn't help myself. I trotted all the way to the living room, took a peek at the score, and saw that you were leading. I became even more convinced that my judgment was correct. Then I quickly ran back to the bedroom on tiptoes, pretending that I was leading.
I’m writing a paper, but actually all I can think about is the competition.”
Thinking of this, Pu Lan burst into laughter again.
"One moment I went to the living room to boil water, the other moment I went to the living room to get balloons, and the next moment I pretended to go to the balcony to decorate, but in fact my eyes kept glancing at the TV."
"Ha ha."
Picture sense!
It was obviously Gawain who was competing, but somehow it felt like Pulan was much busier in front of the TV.
