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Entangled, stuck, crumbling, ever-changing—

The stadium was still full of rustling noises, and no one spoke or talked, but those noises could not be completely eliminated; however, the two players facing each other across the net had no time to be distracted, and they were engrossed in the game, coming and going, running and running.

Jilong, his attention is completely concentrated, and he forgets himself completely.

For a moment, it was as if he was back at the Bruins again. His teammates, such as Gao Wen and McDonald, were watching the progress of the game from the sidelines, while he was fighting on the court. Although he was alone, he had a huge team backing him, and he focused on the game wholeheartedly.

You don’t need to think about bonuses and living expenses, you don’t need to think about registration qualifications and schedule planning, you don’t need to think about lack of funds to hire a coaching team so you have to think about tactics and training by yourself, and you don’t need to think about whether your career should continue or give up extravagant hopes.

Just... running, carefree, single-minded, loving tennis.

Pedal, brake—

With a forehand, a diagonal sweep, "inside-out", tore a hole, across the court, Duckworth made a sudden stop and spun around trying to save the ball but failed to control his body, watching the tennis ball slide by his right side, landed in the bounds, rebounded and rushed out, like a fired shell.

boom!

air turmoil—

break!

The second break of the second set, "5:1", Geelong expanded his lead, and then he will usher in his own serve to win the game.

Duckworth slammed the racket directly.

"ah!"

Jiron clenched his fists and roared angrily. He raised his head and saw Gawain and Macdonald who were cheering and shouting, roaring and clapping.

Everything was exactly the same as in the memory, and involuntarily, the blood boiled.

Jilong seems to have found his status. For the first time in a whole year, he has found a familiar self and a familiar style. He is struggling to find something that he has been searching for.

That feeling is really indescribable.

But, so beautiful, so happy.

Confidence climbed up bit by bit, looking at Gao Wen and McDonald in the stands, it seemed that he was finally not fighting alone.

After serving to win the game, Jilong experienced a little fluctuation, made frequent mistakes, and faced the crisis of break point again——

Although he had a two-game lead in the second set, it wasn't a serious crisis; what was really bad was the fluctuating distraction, and then the nightmare of the past half a year came back, that wet and sticky discomfort that returned to the palm of the hand.

Those mistakes, those failures, those confusions and difficulties... He was still hitting the ball, but he seemed to have forgotten how to hit the ball, and he also forgot the purpose of hitting the ball. In the end, he hit the wall again and again in the process of hitting the ball.

I am afraid that if I stop once, I may lose the motivation to move on, but I don’t know how to change the predicament, and then I will be trapped in the vicious cycle of "hitting the wall-losing-keep hitting the wall-keep losing". Apart from running blindly, I don’t know what I should do at all.

Nightmare, firmly grasped the heart.

Involuntarily, Jiron wiped his palms with a towel.

Then, Giron saw his teammates.

Gao Wen was still the same Gao Wen, with concentrated attention and bright eyes, no need for words, just a look was enough.

"I trust you."

At any time, he always silently becomes the backing of the team in the way of Gao Wen, like a spiritual pillar, leading them to find a ray of light in adversity, and unswervingly moving forward, fighting, running, challenging and burning all the way, never giving up.

call.

Giron let out a soft breath.

To regain his focus again, continue to insist on himself, continue to insist on the game, there is no need to change, all he needs is to believe in himself.

Then-

You come and go, entangled endlessly, the back and forth collision lasted for eight minutes, saved three break points, and missed two match points at the end.

A straight forehand, running through the audience, scored the winning point.

"Won!"

Jilong, there is only one thought in his mind.

In the bad situation of losing consecutively in the Challenger League and the Hope Match, they ended up winning two games in a row in the Rogers Cup Qualifying Tournament!

Geelong's last consecutive win was already two months ago in Seoul, but he did not expect that the long two-month trough ushered in such a way to usher in a bright future, and once again ushered in a winning streak. At the same time, it was accompanied by the first breakthrough in his career, the first time in his career to advance to the main match through the qualifying round.

At the same time, after a lapse of one year, Geelong is about to embark on the main race of ATP-level events again—

It was here a year ago, going around, and it is still here a year later.

Everything seems familiar, but it seems completely different.

Jiron couldn't control himself anymore, so he screamed like this.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, it is difficult to understand: isn't it just a race seat? It's not the semi-finals or the championship, is it worth such a fuss?

But in fact, in addition to the top 50 and 100 players in the world, there are more than 3,000 unknown low-ranking players in the tennis world. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com, a top sport with more than one billion viewers worldwide, has only a handful of players who really win attention.

In football, basketball and other highly commercial sports, in addition to the top leagues, competitions of different levels and regions also attract a large number of spectators, even non-professional and semi-professional athletes can get attention. However, the tennis world is so cruel and bloody.

Just like Geelong.

The proud son of the NCAA is now struggling in the Challenger League, and it is extremely difficult to even make a living, let alone glory.

Even just a race seat is extremely precious to him.

MacDonald understands, 100 percent.

Looking at Giron who was finally released, MacDonald seemed to see himself in the past six months, and he couldn't help but surged along with it.

And, until the end of the game, watching Geelong oncoming—

Unlike those large stadiums, these small stadiums have neither locker rooms nor player tunnels. Players and spectators leave through the same aisle. Spectators can get close to these players. If they want to, they can stay at the exit after the game to get an autograph opportunity.

Geelong's footsteps paused slightly. The turbulent crowd of three floors in front of him was obviously not waiting for him. All those eyes were focused on Gao Wen, but Gao Wen seemed unaware that he ignored the fans and spectators. Instead, he waited for Geelong's appearance together with Macdonald.

"Marcos, great game!"

"Jilong, you are my prince!"

Gao Wen and MacDonald shouted like fanatical fans, and dreamed back to the NCAA in an instant. That's how those fans called Geelong back then.

(end of this chapter)

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