at night.

The keyboard sounds.

“The training is over?”

"Um!"

Wang Ziying gritted her teeth and lowered her head and typed: "What should I do if I don't want to play basketball anymore? I feel like I've reached my limit."

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

Wang Ziying swallowed a sip and continued to typing on the keyboard to reply: "I'm so tired. Sometimes I don't even understand why I train so hard."

Li Jiabin sent a fat face and said comforting: "It's okay, maybe it's because he is in a bad state recently, so why don't he rest for a few days."

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

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

Wang Ziying typed a line of words with great effort.

"I'm not nervous, why are he nervous..."

However, as soon as she typed this line of words, she was stunned and suddenly lost her mind at that moment.

Many memories slowly emerge from my mind.

Her father was a professional badminton player and seemed to have almost represented the national team in the Olympics when he was young.

It’s a pity that as a badminton powerhouse.

There are too many outstanding players in this area. In the end, I still regretted losing the election after working hard for my hard work. The reason is that when I was young, I didn’t lay a good foundation in my physical condition and worked too hard during the selection competition, which pulled up the inner thigh muscles.

If you miss the best years, you will have even less chances in the future.

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

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

Wang Ziying gritted her teeth. It was also from that time that she was twelve years old.

My father began to teach himself how to play ball, with the standard of serving strength in every posture and movement.

All are trained at the professional level.

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

I have admired my father since I was a child, and I have also begun to like to fall in love with this sport.

Because of the advantages that others cannot match, I don’t know when it starts, but I seem to be playing better and better, not just my peers, but even some adults.

Some fans who like to play badminton have gradually been unable to beat themselves.

The whole world is praising her talent.

Praise her excellence.

Even the school’s test scores seem to have become less important.

She really enjoyed it, slowly fell in love with everyone's praise and support for herself, and told herself again and again that she was really talented.

However, all this started a year ago.

Suddenly.

It seems like there is no sign.

A hobby exercise becomes your daily homework.

Wang Ziying lay on the bed very tired and tired. She still vaguely remembered that her arm was in pain today. This is not the first time.

Although my father can quickly massage himself and relax every time.

But she began to get tired and even felt an indescribable repulsion in her heart.

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

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

Since I was selected into the district badminton team of the junior group and stood out from it, I have rarely experienced the joy of playing.

More of the boring and hard training every day.

Now everyone is looking forward to joining the provincial team, as if no one has ever asked me whether she likes it or not.

Everyone made acquiesce.

She just wants to go this path, pass the provincial team assessment, then break through and be selected for the national team, and become an excellent badminton player.

This kind of thing made her breathless.

Wang Ziying showed a confused and complex expression, and the students were all studying hard and preparing for the college entrance examination.

Everyone was very busy and had no time to come out to play.

I have already missed many courses, and I can even justify myself without having to go to class and study at home.

The classmates envied themselves, as if all the halos were on her.

But in fact, only she knew that sometimes she would rather sit in the classroom to attend class, do homework, and be dazed.

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

Wang Ziying was very tired, she was really tired, she hugged her pillow and shrank. Today was the first time she told her father that she didn't want to play basketball anymore.

However, my father didn't seem to listen at all.

It seems that I have no other choice.

It seems that we shouldn't give up.

It is obviously an irrational idea to give up your current advantages and expertise, be an ordinary student, and then go to college entrance exams.

She didn't know what to do.

"That's amazing!"

"Oh, it's not a shame that he is Coach Wang's daughter, this level and talent."

"We will also be a professional player in the future."

"yes."

"You are different from your dad. You didn't lay a good foundation when you were young, but you can."

"You will definitely be better than your dad in the future!"

"Come on, hold on for a while!"

"You can, believe in yourself."

Familiar words sounded in my ears, and slowly the pillow was wet with tears that oozed out.

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

She hates playing basketball more and more, and really doesn't want to practice anymore.

She didn't like it as much as she thought, and she didn't want to be a professional player.

Even at some point, she would doubt her talent.

In fact, when she was young, she did have a period of time when she was naively feeling that she was particularly talented, but as she grew older, she gradually began to understand.

The reason why she is at her current level is that almost no one of her peers is her rival.

The big reason is that everyone plays with amateur sex.

No one is professionally guiding, nor is he training hard, everyone is just enjoying it.

I have received training since I was a child, and my father retired from the national team. Being able to beat others does not mean that I really have talent.

It’s just that I started earlier than others and spent dozens or hundreds of times more effort than others.

If someone else was gone, maybe...

Maybe it's not worse than myself.

Moreover, as the provincial competition selection approached, she also contacted other competitors and found that others were also very powerful.

It made her more and more doubt whether she was really suitable to take this path, or was it just a wishful thinking of her parents?

This feeling is complicated and can't be explained clearly.

It’s like the whole world is telling you that you should do this, but you are still confused and confused.

She also likes to play basketball, but hates the feeling now.

When she thought that she would be the same life when she woke up tomorrow, she felt an indescribable disgust. She even wanted to escape for a moment.

...

at night.

Silently.

Wang Ziying was still playing with her phone, as if she didn't want to fall asleep at all. She had no expectations for her tomorrow.

I just hope that I can have more time, even if I just stare at my phone.

She was browsing her mobile phone WeChat, and a beautiful photo of the paper crane came into her eyes. It was sent by her classmates. It seemed that she finally bought it in a half hour in line.
Chapter completed!