Night.

Tick tick

"Training is over?"

"Hmm!"

Wang Ziying gritted her teeth and lowered her head and typed words: "What should I do if I don't want to play anymore, I feel that I have reached the limit." ”

The male classmate named Li Jiabin asked curiously: "Why, didn't you say that the coaches in the district think you are very talented?"

Wang Ziying swallowed a mouthful of water and continued to type on the keyboard to reply: "I'm so tired, sometimes I don't even understand why I'm training so hard." ”

Li Jiabin sent a pinched fat face expression, and then comforted: "It's okay, maybe I'm not in a good state recently, so I don't want to rest for a few days." ”

Wang Ziying sighed, shook her head and continued to type on the keyboard: "I also want to rest, but my dad doesn't allow it." ”

"It's too strict and harsh!" Li Jiabin was also a little weak, he could only reply: "Maybe it's because the provincial team selection is coming soon, and he is more nervous!"

Wang Ziying typed a line of words with all her might.

"I'm not nervous, he's nervous about what......"

However, as soon as the words were typed out, she was stunned, and suddenly lost her mind at that moment.

Many memories slowly came to mind.

Her father used to be a professional badminton player and seems to have almost represented the national team at the Olympics when he was younger.

It's a pity that as a badminton powerhouse.

There are too many excellent players in this area, and in the end, they still regretted losing the selection after training hard, because when they were young, their physical foundation was not well laid, and they worked too hard during the selection competition, and they pulled the inner thigh muscles.

If you miss the best years, you will have no chance in the future.

Now I can only go back to my home to open a badminton hall and work part-time as a coach.

Fortunately, because it has the title of national player, many enthusiasts like to come here to play and learn from each other.

Wang Ziying gritted her teeth, and it was also from that time that she was twelve years old.

My father began to teach himself to play, every posture and movement, and the strength of the serve.

It's all trained at a professional level.

She still remembers that at that time, the guests of the entire badminton hall and even the teachers of the school were very polite and friendly to her father.

Since he was a child, he has admired his father, and he has begun to like and love this sport.

Because I have an advantage that others can't match, I don't know when I started, I seem to be playing better and better, and not only my peers, but even some adults.

Some badminton enthusiasts who like to play badminton very much are slowly unable to beat themselves.

The whole world is praising her talent.

Praise her for her excellence.

So much so that even school test scores seem to be no longer important.

She did enjoy it, and slowly liked everyone's praise and support for her, and told herself again and again that she was really talented.

However, it all started a year ago.

Suddenly.

And it seemed like there was no warning.

A hobby of sports has become my daily homework.

Wang Ziying was very tired and tired lying on the bed, vaguely remembering the pain in her arm cramps today, this is not the first time.

Although every time the father was able to give himself a quick massage to relax.

But she began to get tired of it, and even developed an indescribable disgust in her heart.

Why do you have to work so hard and so hard?

It's something I like, but why do I feel a little annoying now?

Since I was selected for the district badminton team in the junior category and stood out from it, I have rarely been able to experience the joy of playing.

It's more of a boring and hard daily workout.

Now everyone is looking forward to being able to enter the provincial team, as if no one has asked them whether she likes it or not.

Everyone acquiesced.

She is going to take this path, that is, to pass the provincial team assessment, and then break through to be selected for the national team and become an excellent badminton player.

This kind of thing made her a little breathless.

Wang Ziying showed a confused and complicated expression, and her classmates were studying hard and preparing for the college entrance examination.

Everyone is so busy that they don't have time to come out and play.

And I have already left behind a lot of courses, and I can even justifiably not need to go to class and study at home.

Her classmates were envious of herself, as if all the aura was on her.

But in fact, only she knows, sometimes she would rather sit in the classroom and do her homework, and be in a daze.

Instead of holding the racket and swinging it all the time, day and night.

Wang Ziying was very tired, she was really tired, she shrunk up holding the pillow, today is the first time she told her father that she doesn't want to play ball.

But my father didn't seem to be listening.

It seems that I have no other choice.

It seems that it is also true that it should not be given up.

It is obviously an irrational idea to give up your current strengths, be an ordinary student, and then go to university.

She didn't know what to do.

"That's amazing!"

"Oh, it's not Coach Wang's daughter, this level and talent. ”

"In the future, I want to be a professional player. ”

"That's right. ”

"You're different from Dad, you didn't lay a good foundation when you were young, but you can. ”

"In the future, you will definitely be better than Dad!"

"Come on, hold on a little longer!"

"You can, believe in yourself. ”

Familiar words rang in my ears, and slowly the pillow was wet with tears oozing out.

Wang Ziying really wanted to cry, she didn't know what to do, she found out herself.

She hated playing more and more and really didn't want to practice anymore.

She didn't like it as much as she thought she would, and she didn't aspire to become a pro.

Even at some point, she doubts her talent.

In fact, when she was young, there was indeed a time when she naively felt that she was particularly talented, but as she grew older, she slowly began to understand.

The reason why she has her current level is that almost no one in her age is her opponent.

A big reason for this is that everyone plays amateurly.

There's no professional guidance, there's no hard work, people just enjoy it.

I have been trained since I was a child, and my father retired from the national team, so being able to beat others does not mean that I am really talented.

It's just that he started earlier than others, and it took dozens of times or hundreds of times more effort than others.

If it were a different person, maybe ......

Maybe it's not worse than yourself.

And as the provincial selection approached, she also came into contact with other competitors and found that others were also very good.

It made her wonder more and more whether she was really suitable for this path, or was it just the wishful thinking of her parents?

It's a complicated feeling, and it's hard to say.

It's like the world is telling you that you should do it, but you're still hesitant and confused.

She also loves to play, but hates the feeling now.

The thought of waking up tomorrow and living the same life made her feel an indescribable disgust, and she even wanted to run away for a moment.

……

Night.

Silently.

Wang Ziying was still playing with her mobile phone, as if she didn't want to sleep at all, and she didn't have any expectations for tomorrow.

I just wish I had a little more time for myself, even if it's just staring at my phone.

She swiped the WeChat on her mobile phone, and a beautiful photo of a thousand paper cranes came into her eyes, which was sent by her classmates, and it seemed that she was celebrating the half-hour queue and finally bought it.

She left a message at the bottom with some curiosity: "What is this?