Silence, spreading, suffocating.

"Pete..."

Gao Wen spoke, breaking the silence in the locker room, as if he was responding to Sampras, but the confusion and confusion in his words seemed to be talking to himself.

"I don't actually have any thoughts in my mind, it's just blank."

"The reason, I understand, I understand."

"Victory and failure are part of the game. There are winners and there must be losers; the game is not only about winning or losing, but also challenging the limit and breaking through ourselves; we should pursue victory but not be choked by the desire to win , otherwise it will get out of control."

"After reaching the top of the Grand Slam champion, I was a target. All the mysteries were lifted. Everyone tried to beat me. I tried to put myself in the position and continue to play the role of the attacker, but the fact is that I have become a passive player. Shockers, so it's going to be more difficult."

"Failure will come sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

"But we don't need to care about a failure. Instead, we should look at the problem through the failure, see the essence through the problem, adjust ourselves through this failure, and then chase the next victory."

"Competitive sports is very long, very long, and there are many victories and failures waiting for me in the future. There is no need to worry about this defeat. We should look farther, we should see more high."

"What's more, in today's game, I have no regrets. I have tried my best. I have shown my best state so far. I can leave the field with my head held high. There is no need to blame myself for the result."

As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Gawain turned his head to look at Sampras, and said helplessly and powerlessly.

"Look, I know all about it."

"However, my mind is blank. I was about to leave the locker room just now, and then I sat down here. I don't know why, but I was stunned. I was at a loss. I didn't have any thoughts, but I didn't want to move."

Although he is a human being in two lifetimes, in terms of competition experience, Gao Wen is indeed too little, everything is brand new, let alone the experience of reaching the top of the Grand Slam——

The impact of these experiences will not become easier just because you live it all over again.

Because in his last life, he was just an ordinary office worker. He had no professional tennis experience, no experience of winning championships, and he did not have the experience of falling into a slump after becoming the focus of the world's attention so that the game was out of control, and he did not have a full eight months. After remaining undefeated, we ushered in a defeat experience.

Talking on paper is talking on paper, but actual experience is another matter, but when things really happen, reason cannot resist the impact of emotion after all.

Sampras could feel the confusion in Gawain's eyes, because he had experienced it himself. He had experienced it after reaching the top of the US Open at the age of nineteen, and he had experienced it when he was faced with the decision to retire after winning the US Open for the last time. But the biggest difference between now and before is that:

time.

Because of the existence of social networks, everything has become faster and fiercer.

In his era, as long as he didn't read newspapers, the world was quiet, and the influence of Grand Slam champions was far less exaggerated.

But in the current era, whether you like it or not, the noise of the whole world is just like this. In the short three weeks from winning the US Open to the present, too many things have happened, and there is no time to digest them.

Sampras could fully understand Gao Wen's feelings, but how should he tell Gao Wen his feelings?

Sampras once again disliked his stupid mouth,

what to do?

Buzz buzz, Sampras was just about to open his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the vibrating sound of the mobile phone, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth again, looking down at the source of the vibrating sound, it was Gawain's mobile phone.

Gawain glanced at the caller ID, and then at Sampras, "It's my mother." Gawain answered the phone only after getting approval from Sampras' eyes.

"mom…"

Just as Gao Wen said hello, Jiang Yanyun's voice came over.

"Xiao Wu, I watched the live broadcast of the game, how do you feel now?"

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Gao Wen replied subconsciously, but Jiang Yanyun on the other end of the phone didn't speak immediately, so Gao Wen thought the signal was intermittent, so he couldn't help calling, and then heard Jiang Yanyun sighed softly.

"I knew you would say that."

Gao Wen opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but the words came to his lips, and Jiang Yanyun continued speaking after a little delay.

"Xiao Wu, you went to study outside at a very young age, and you have always been very independent, relying on yourself for everything. When you were sent to the airport, you carried a big backpack taller than you to the airport. I blocked you completely, and I felt distressed when I watched from behind."

"But your father said that the road of competitive sports is not easy. It takes unimaginable perseverance and will to persevere. We need to learn to let go."

"So, I forced myself to turn around, not daring to look at you, worried that I would soften my heart, so I just said forget it."

Gao Wen never knew about these things. It turned out that behind him, his parents were always watching.

"But over the years, you've been doing really well, you've always been so strong and so independent, you've always faced all the difficulties alone, you've always gritted your teeth and persevered."

"Gradually, when you grow up, you are stronger and stronger than I imagined. You carry everything on your back, and you handle it by yourself. You grow up step by step like this."

"This time we won the U.S. Open. Everyone said that we raised a good son, but I just went back to them. This championship was achieved step by step by yourself. Your father and I didn't do anything, that is, we moved. What does the two lips, those credits and halos have anything to do with us?"

No wonder, no wonder after Gao Wen won the championship, Jiang Yanyun and his wife flew back to their hometown and refused any form of media interviews.

Gao Wen's nose was slightly sore, "Mom..."

Jiang Yanyun could hear the trembling sadness in her son's voice, she also rubbed her eyes, and wiped away the water mist that had not yet condensed in the eye sockets.

"Xiao Wu, Mom just wanted to tell you~lightnovelpub.net~ Losing the game is not the end of the world, but it's not like nothing happened."

"You can allow anger, allow sadness, allow venting. You don't want to carry everything on your own and tell us that nothing is wrong. It's okay for you to be weak every once in a while. You need to know that no matter what happens, Mom and Dad Stand behind you and always support you.”

With those simple words, Gao Wen's eye sockets became moist in an instant, he closed his eyes in embarrassment, and buried his cheek in his palm.

Jiang Yanyun was also emotional and took a deep breath. She was Gao Wen's mother, and she knew Gao Wen's stubbornness better than anyone else.

Facing the first defeat in eight months, Gao Wen would definitely say it's okay and let them not worry, but Jiang Yanyun wanted to tell Gao Wen:

He can allow "something to happen", and it doesn't matter if he is vulnerable once in a while or collapses once in a while.

"Xiao Wu, it is allowed to be angry and sad because of failure. It is precisely because we hate failure that we can continue to improve."

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