MTL - Match Point-Chapter 1285 vivid picture

Pulan: …Shocked! Why didn't she know that he was such a Gao Wen!

But thinking about it seriously, it didn't seem so unexpected. After all, the man in front of him was the one who came directly from Mallorca to surprise Paris.

"ah!"

Exclaiming, Pu Lan stared at Gawain, complaining in astonishment.

"A master, a master in love!"

"Just by looking at it, you can tell that you are a master of love. Honestly, how many kind girls have you cheated before?"

Having said that, one can tell at a glance that Pu Lan is covering up his shyness, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth and bright eyes reveal his true emotions.

Gao Wen spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

"No way!"

"I'm just studying hard and making progress. I didn't take the initiative to contact someone after I got the phone call. That person tossed and turned all night long. Seeing that someone likes me so much, I should also behave well." , how do you become a master in the field of love? I am the one who is deceived, okay?"

"So, judging from your reaction, does it prove that my reference books are correct, that I am moving in the right direction, and that the compulsory love course can be passed?"

Pu Lan's cheeks burned hotly, and the things that happened once flashed through his mind like a slideshow, embarrassing for a while.

The light and playful tone made Pu Lan's heart beat wildly, and he subconsciously avoided his gaze, but just as he lowered his gaze, he couldn't help but clenched his fist in annoyance:

It was actually calculated by Gao Wen again.

Just when Pu Lan was about to refute, Gao Wen's subsequent words successfully amused her again, and the words that came to his mouth changed quietly.

"As if you tricked Pospithil?"

Gao Wen raised his brows lightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "I thought you were too nervous and excited, so you didn't watch the live broadcast of today's game properly."

Pulan knew that Gao Wen was joking, and she didn't hide the narrowness in her eyes at all, but she still couldn't help explaining, 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 became superstitious for no reason."

"Before each game, I will boil a pot of boiling water, and then drink water while watching the game. Before each point starts, I need to drink a sip of water, as if as long as this is done, you can win this point; and, I also have to keep the glass more than half full, as if it's a sign of who you are, and once you start losing points, I drink most of the water and then keep filling the glass."

"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 I reach a critical score, such as a break point, I need to clasp my fingers and pray sincerely, hoping to get through this difficulty."

As he spoke, Pu Lan couldn't help laughing and touched his forehead.

"I also know that such a statement is completely unreasonable. How can my personal behavior affect the game situation, 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 little tricks ensure victory?"

Gao Wen sympathized with this, and he nodded slightly, because he is a player himself, and because he was once a loyal fan.

"Trust me, I get it, I totally get it."

"Actually, compared to the fans, the superstitions of the players are really serious. Almost every player has his own little superstitions."

"It's like me, when I walk through the tunnel and enter the field, I will definitely step out with my right foot first to ensure that my right foot steps on the field first."

"I believe it brings good luck."

From football to basketball, from boxing to racing, from sprinting to skydiving, etc., different sports, in fact, all of them are like this. Those top players all have their own little superstitions more or less, either before the game or During the game, or at critical moments such as penalty kicks, they all have small habits and small actions that they firmly believe in.

From a psychological point of view, this is a way of decompression, and it is also a behavioral pattern.

It is impossible to say that one action and one habit can change the game, but the familiar patterns established through these habits can implant a kind of belief, and play a role from the psychological level, and finally achieve the goal of improving the state and tapping the potential Effect, this is the truth.

Slowly, athletes come to 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, that is, the confidence rooted in familiar routines. When self-confidence rises, sometimes they can perform beyond their strength. It is precisely this determination and fanaticism that is brought about.

The power of faith is far beyond imagination—

A mother can reach the building in a 100-meter sprint to catch her child who has fallen from a tall building and save the child's life.

Such unimaginable cases are not legends or myths, but real existence in real life, especially in competitive sports.

Pu Lan didn't know this. After all, she really didn't know much about competitive sports, so Gao Wen's words immediately made her happy.

"right?"

"Is it right?"

"I also find it incredible, but I still can't help it."

"However, when I came to Monte Carlo, none of these small tricks worked. As I said just now, the immersive experience brings a different experience, and everything is different."

At the end of the day, the pattern is broken.

Pulan thought again of his behavior for 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 catastrophe that caused you to lose."

When the words came out, Pu Lan felt it was absurd, so he covered his cheeks with his hands, refusing to watch Gawain's expression.

"I know how outrageous that is, but I really mean it."

"So, I thought, if I don't watch the game, you should be able to win, right? So, I ran to the next bedroom~www.novelbuddy.com~ and hid in the corner with the TV still on, and then listen to the sound."

"I listened to the sound outside and the sound inside, stretched my ears, trying to hear the score, or the cheers and shouts of the fans."

"Then I couldn't bear it anymore, trotted all the way to the living room, peeked at the score, and saw that you were leading, I was even more convinced that my judgment was correct, and then ran back to the bedroom on tiptoe, pretending to be Writing papers, but really thinking about the game."

Thinking of this, Pulan burst out laughing again.

"I went to the living room to boil water, went to the living room to get balloons, and pretended to go to the balcony to decorate, but in fact my eyes were constantly glancing at the TV."

"Ha ha."

Picture sense!

Obviously it was Gao Wen who was competing, but Pu Lan in front of the TV was much busier.