Your Eyes: My Mirror

Name: Your Eyes: My Mirror
Author: Wash Again

by Wash Again

ongoing Realistic Fiction Youth Stories Male Lead

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About This Novel

On the day I first entered the martial arts school, when my cell phone was put into a cloth bag by the coach, I stared at the corners of his tight mouth and felt terrified in my heart - I always felt that I would have to spend the next few days with his roars of "Stand down the horse step more firmly" and "I have no strength to punch". But when I really started learning martial arts, I discovered that Coach Yan's "softness" was hidden in many inconspicuous moments. I remember the first time I stood up and my legs shook. I tried to straighten my back secretly but he saw right through me. I thought I was going to be scolded, but he just came over and lightly stepped on my foot: "Sink your heels further to avoid leg pain tomorrow." I also remember that during free training in the evening, some classmates complained that the movements were difficult. He I actually sat on the sidelines, drew breakdown diagrams of moves on the ground with a branch, and said with a smile, "When I learned this, I was dumber than you." I even remember when my parents came to visit, my mother told the coach, "Don't spoil him too much." The coach didn't answer, but turned around and replaced the gloves I had worn out with a new pair. There are no thrilling stories in this book, but only the daily trivial anecdotes of the martial arts school: the whispers of cheering each other up when doing leg presses in the morning, the moments when the coach made a mistake while practicing a routine but couldn't help but laugh, and the little secrets of sharing snacks while hiding in the dormitory at night. I tried to write down these days wrapped in sweat, accompanied by stern voices and smiles from the perspective of my classmates, coaches, parents and even the aunties in the cafeteria - it turns out that the same period of learning martial arts, viewed through the eyes of different people, can hide so many different warmth and freshness.