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    "Isn't this a little too unmotivated?" Compared with the winning combination of Fan Ju and Zeng Shaoxuan, today's opponent looked very listless.  Needless to say, the giant Karlovich had just lost the game this morning and was still completely exhausted. When serving, he could see that he wanted to increase the speed of the ball, but his first-serve goal rate was poor and his speed was getting slower and slower.  , there is no trace of the ability that was originally called a serving machine.  Not to mention his partner Brown, who was eliminated in the first round of singles and has only been able to study with the prince in doubles. When Karlovich's performance was sluggish, he no longer had the desire to win.  The problem of temporary combinations is undoubtedly evident in this case. When there is a chance to win, both sides still work hard. Once faced with losing, they fly away when disaster strikes. Everyone wants to save some energy for the next game.  Singles can be a good fight, but doubles Not every player on the court can do whatever it takes to win. Many people may just follow this path because of talent or money. Lazy, tired, and lackluster results have left them.  The last trace of enthusiasm was consumed on the court.  The desire for competition cools down much faster than the passion accumulated since childhood.  "Shaoxuan, please pay attention to the left side. Let's end the game next." It didn't make any sense. The first set had already been broken before the match even started. The opponent weakly relied on Karlovic to serve against Zeng Shaoxuan.  Two were saved, and the rest were easily overturned by Fan Ju's combination.  The second set was not much better.  It was almost a replica of the previous set, and Fan Ju also found it very boring. This was almost the easiest match he had ever played in doubles.  It is also the most boring game.  "If I had known better, I wouldn't have exhausted Karlovich's energy" Fan Ju was a little depressed, but he couldn't go back to the morning to change the ending. Maybe even if it changed, the other player's attitude would not change.  change.  Fan Ju could see that his opponent was basically playing perfunctory and had no desire to win.  "It's finally over" It didn't consume much physical energy, and even the double recovery speed of the nap at the risk of being reversed was not used much.  It was as if the opponent had automatically given up. Except for a few shocking serves, there was no sign of any struggle.  Once you leave the field, you haven¡¯t gone far yet.  Fan Ju saw a group of officials in suits and ties not far away who were showing off with colorful flags. It was hard to tell in the singles, but they had already made it to the finals.  No matter how bad you are, you can still bring back a runner-up trophy.  This is the runner-up in the tour. Even if the competition is held at home, it is still an incredible result.  As for winning the championship, the people from the Tennis Association really didn't count on it. The top two seed players were jointly invited by Tokyo and Japan. No matter how good Fan Ju was, it seemed to them that it would be difficult to lead the fledgling Zeng Shao.  dizzy.  Win against two of the world's top doubles players.  Of course, even Fan Ju didn't care about this, so he pretended to shake hands with these people and say hello.  Listening to the nonsense about hoping to achieve great results again the day after tomorrow, even though I knew it was just a joke, I accepted it all with a smile on my face.  "Young Master, are they always so fake? Are you tired?" After finally getting rid of this group of people, Fan Ju spoke to his partner who was still immersed in the joy of victory.  "Uh no, not every time. We usually laugh and they say perfunctory words. It's only when you are with them that they do that." Zeng Shaoxuan also knew that Fan Ju was not in the system and didn't care about the attitudes of those uncles at all.  , was stunned for a moment at first, but after he came to his senses, he expressed his thoughts.  Yes, who wants to be a grandson all day long?  But when you are not a grandson, you will be ostracized, looked down upon, or even not allowed to play games. Not being a grandson means going against the entire system. Only by being a grandson, and being a good grandson, can you stand out.  Only a few grandchildren can survive until the time to become a grandfather. Fan Ju has the ability, but not the interest. The grandfather will be the grandfather after he is born, so why should he run back and become a grandson?  Fan Ju is thinking about the doubles break tomorrow, and he should be able to go all out in the singles, and then in the break before the singles final, he can also play the doubles happily.  The schedule that combines doubles and singles will be more difficult in the first few rounds. After surviving these schedules, in the finals, there is less need to consider the need to conserve energy for other games.  "Fan JuFan JuFan!" A few non-standard shouts came from not far away. Fan Ju felt they were familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.  Just when he thought it was one of his "fans" calling him, he suddenly saw a black figure jumping up among the crowd leaving the venue. It was very dark and jumped very high. The memory in his mind suddenly changed this figure.  The voice matched the number of black!    "Matata? Shouldn't he be in Kenya?" Fan Ju was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car. This was an interesting old friend, and he actually accompanied him through his first professional game.  partner.  Seeing Fan Ju get out of the car, Matata did not stop jumping, as if he was afraid that if he stopped, Fan Ju would lose sight of him.  "Okay, stop jumping, you almost scared everyone else." Fan Ju nodded at the dumbfounded leaving audience and the vigilant security guards. No one knew that this person was jumping up and down calling Fan Ju's name.  What kind of character is Lao Hei?  "Haha, my friend, I'm so happy to meet you. I'm Matata, do you remember me?" It's not very authentic Chinese, with an accent that I don't know how to describe, but I can still understand it.  Of course I remember that Fan Ju patted Matata on the shoulder and asked him to get in the car with him. However, Matata shook his head, left a number, and pointed to a group of black friends behind him who were singing and dancing. It was obviously inconvenient.  He left alone with Fan Ju.  "Call me later. I'll treat you to dinner. I still remember the hairy crabs and roast duck." Fan Ju smiled and waved his hand, and returned to the car. He was in a good mood. Today was the day he met him in his hometown.  .  The car Fan Ju built was a specially rented 7-seater business car. In addition to him and Zeng Shaoxuan, there were also passengers in the car such as Laschet and Rembrandt, as well as Yan Ximu and others who came to the stadium to watch the game.  .  "Your friend?" No one asked, but the eyes of the building revealed the same confusion. Fan Ju had nothing to hide. Yan Ximu was probably the only one in the crowd who had heard the story of this black guy.  ¡­ ¡­ As night fell, a table of delicious dishes was placed in the hotel. Fan Ju looked at Matata who had no idea what to do with the crabs, smiled directly, and asked the waiter to use tools to help him remove the crab meat on the spot at the table.  As for the roast duck, there is nothing special. After all, this is not the north, and the food is not that authentic. There is no 108-piece artistic knife work and exquisite ingredients. It is just for the pleasure of entertaining friends.  "Why did you come to China?" Fan Ju asked curiously as he drank a glass of sugar-free juice with Matata.  Matata was watching curiously just now, how to use tools to dismantle the crab meat until no trace of meat was left, and finally the crab shell was still completely assembled.  Hearing Fan Ju¡¯s question, he immediately turned around, and his ability to listen to all directions that he developed when he was a tour guide did not fail him at all.  "A few months ago, your country provided assistance to our country, part of which was for studying abroad. I taught myself some Chinese at that time, and then stuffed some red envelopes and got a place." Matata said with a beaming smile.  Obviously he doesn't care at all about stuffing red envelopes to get quotas.  Fan Ju was sweating profusely after hearing this. This man was still so cold and unscrupulous, but the cuteness of this African young man lies in his straightforwardness and some small thoughts, but he is not complicated. He will also treat those who are sincere to him.  you.  Matata talks a lot, and he has obviously been holding back this conversation for a long time. In fact, when Matata first arrived in China in February, he and his classmates asked about news about professional tennis players.  But he was depressed to find that none of his classmates knew the existence of Fan Ju. However, he still did not give up and kept looking for his friend.  Hard work paid off. When Fan Ju became more and more famous in China, Matata finally got the information he wanted. However, Fan Ju was far away in Europe at that time. Even if Matata knew about Fan Ju, there was nothing he could do.  Contact him.  "They all don't believe that I am your friend, and they all say that I am bragging. This time they each owe me a meal when they go back. I will invite you to eat together." Matata was very happy and willing to give herself  Give Fan Ju a share of the winning bet.  Fan Ju chuckled and refused. Even if he was having a treat, he could only have two bites. The nutritionist was still waiting for him to go back and take in the quota. If he exceeded the dosage, he would still be the unlucky one. If he had to gamble with Matata's group of friends  , eat them all, and Fan Ju will probably have to go back and toss for another month.  "I'm going to Japan next week, and I will continue training there and then. Now you have my contact information. When I return to China, we can get together again." It was a great party, Matata  He also said a lot. He was very grateful to Fan Ju. Because of Fan Ju, Matata became interested in coming to China, taught himself Chinese, and got the qualification to study abroad with subsidies. He also got to know many second-generation Kenyans.  Matata left happily, and Fan Ju also returned home with a smile. The Kenya game has always been a regret for him, not because of the regret of losing, but because of the sloppy game caused by his immaturity and arrogance at the time.  .  And now that he saw Matata, Fan Ju felt that most of the regrets in his heart were gone.A few years ago, he helped a young man from Africa find his future. That failure also made him understand the path he wanted to take in the future.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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