About my hopeless brother and sister

"Ah...no..."

My cousin's thoughts still seemed to be on the tennis court, and I watched two of them because there was hardly a hint of difficulty for Lizzy to beat the other side, it was a complete crush, so there was nothing to watch for this match. So, after I watched the two matches, I started reading the comic. The comic I downloaded last night really wasn't in vain.

Then, I hadn't even finished reading twenty words before the match ended.

It looked like the opponent was completely crushed.

"Cousin! Cousin! She's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!!!"

My cousin reached out fiercely, gripping my neck tightly and yelling. The young girl's growl swayed back and forth in front of me, Wu Moxie sat dumbfounded in the middle, almost screaming as she was crushed by my cousin and me. My neck was being choked by my cousin so hard, this little girl has a strong hand! My elbow was grazing Wu Moxie's chest, a touch that I didn't know how to describe, should this be considered luck?

I don't care if she's being reasonable, but you're the one who's being unreasonable. Let go! If you don't let go of me, I'm going to kill myself with Wu Mo-hee!

"...what the hell...how...unreasonable of her!"

I broke her fingers hard and struggled to escape. My cousin pointed at Lizzy's departing back and shouted in a tone that was almost a hiss, like a beast in a ferocious attack.

"Did you see that cousin? Ah...I forgot cousin you don't know tennis. Let's put it this way, if Yixin-san's performance just now was a ten..."

"Are you talking about a ten-point system or a percentage system?"

I rubbed my neck and gasped for air and asked. Wu Moxie covered her chest and looked at me with a very angry but unable to attack look...why am I so lucky today that I keep getting involved with Wu Moxie's breasts?

"Uh...never mind I'll re-organize the language."

My cousin took a deep breath and closed her eyes to stabilize her emotions. Then, she gave herself a sharp gulp of coke and burped in relief... Hey, hey, girl you're not elegant like that, you still have a long way to go as a lady... Then, she looked at us, took another deep breath, and said.

"Well, let's put it this way, Yixin-san is very strong, but Yixin-san is a very skilled tennis player, that is, she is a tennis player just like me, and the things she is good at are things that can be learned through non-stop training. Facing this kind of opponent, I'm sure Yixin-san's previous opponent would be very convinced, after all, her opponent worked harder than herself and deserved to win, right, very reasonable."

I saw in my brain, the Song Yixin who swung at the wall countless times in the sunrise that day.

I only saw it once, but I had also heard that Song Yixin was indeed one of the hardest working tennis players of all time. My cousin's words were very reasonable indeed.

People who work hard should be rewarded.

"But, Sister Siqi is completely different, Sister Siqi played...how to say it, she...she's not at all a player who can catch up by working hard The man." My cousin looked at me with a touch of envy in her eyes, although my cousin only sees tennis as a hobby, but seeing a tennis player who plays very well, some envy is warranted, "Sister Siqi... is not the kind of person who relies on hard work, her tennis, it's all about mastery, she almost relies on the Talent is playing, she is in control of the game, her mastery of the situation is not through thousands of times of training, but in the brain to come up with all sorts of routine in the interim, and then put into practice. You saw it, Yixin's routine is most commonly used to pull the opponent left and right, disrupt the rhythm, and finally hang to the front court for a spike, but what Siqi just used, every game, is a different routine."

My cousin said so much in one breath, and so much information flooded into my brain in one instant. It was a little hard for me to accept, well, but I was able to understand a little bit.

Song Yixin's victory was based on ordinary effort, a victory that everyone could have, as long as they put in enough effort and swung the bat an equal number of times.

Li Siqi's victory was based on talent.

This kind of victory could not be obtained by anyone but her.

Genius and hard work for the average person?

"So, Anna, what do you think the chances of winning are if it's Song Yixin against Li Siqi?"

Wu Moxie looked at her cousin and asked with curiosity.

"Well..."

The corners of my cousin's mouth gradually lifted into a strange smile. There wasn't a smile to be happy about now, but there was no sadness in this smile either. It was a, from the past, smile.

My cousin raised her head, looked at me, smiled, and said, "Cousin, the efforts of ordinary people are simply, I guess, useless in front of the talent of geniuses."

I looked at my cousin, stunned, this conversation, seemed to be what I had said to her, in the past.

"The efforts of a generalist are nothing in the face of the gifts of genius."

Once upon a time, I said this to my cousin.

At that time, we didn't seem to be big. But, looking at it now, at that time, I also already had a philosophical temperament well, and this saying is not at all outdated even if it is used now. Of course, if it's the truth, it's right at all times.

The efforts of ordinary people are worthless in front of the talent of a genius.

Wu Moxie looked at us, then looked at the field and whispered, "I think... Song Yixin, she may not necessarily lose..."

"Moxie-san...really, I know you probably don't want to accept it now, and I did back then, too. But, the me now, has, accepted it."

My cousin lightly patted Wu Moxie's shoulder and smiled, perhaps with a joking smile, or perhaps she was really giving Wu Moxie this thought that I had instilled in her.

"........"

But instead of talking, Wu Moxie looked at the tennis court, where two people we didn't know were running as hard as they could. For us, this city tournament is just a game that we accompany our friends over for entertainment, or a sad thing that we don't want to come to at all but have to come for human reasons. But, for these people who have been working hard, this city tournament may mean a lot to them.

I don't think this debate between each other is going to end unless it comes to an end, until, that time.

It goes on until the afternoon, when the game is over.

The power of the sunset had been defeated by time, and now the sun needed a while to recharge, and the early preparations to go back were being urged. There weren't many people in the tennis court at the final round, and the players who didn't have anything going on had probably gone back.

"How's that, am I right."

My cousin looked at Wu Moxie and said proudly.

"Yeah..."

Wu Moxie lifted her head, looked at the people coming out of the fish and whispered.

"Ah, Siqi-san!"

Standing at the exit, my cousin immediately saw Siqi Li, who had one hand in her pocket and the other playing with her phone, Siqi Li heard the shouting, looked over to us, waved and ran over.

"Sister Siqi you're really great! So strong! Invincible! Hurry! Hurry! I want to see the gold medal!"

Her cousin ran over and hugged Lizzy tightly, Lizzy smiled and touched her cousin's head, then said, "It's nothing! Really, I'm just playing with it. The gold medal...I feel like it's made of copper, maybe even steel...here you go."

Lizzy handed the gold medal to her cousin, who curiously picked it up and held it over her head, peering at the dusky sun.

I looked behind her and said, "Where's Song Yixin?"

Lizzy pointed to the back lounge and said, "In there packing up, I was in a hurry to get back, so I came out first."

"Yeah?"

I think it's better if a few people go together, if it's not good to let the contestant go back alone. I greeted a few people and made my way back.

The sun was spilling its last rays in through the lounge's modest windows. This was one of those winter days where there wasn't much warmth in the sun, and this last sun was even less so. I silently gathered our contestant's things and looked at the lounge that had stayed many people now only a silently seated Song Yixin remained.

"Not going back?"

I packed up Song Yixin's things and asked her. From the time I entered the place until now, when I helped Song Yixin pack up her things, for a full fifteen minutes, Song Yixin was staring at the racket in front of her.

It wasn't even the silver medal on the table, the second place result of the city tournament.

The first place, however, was Siqi Li.