The most powerful wizard in the magic world

The corridor was quiet and dark at night, and the sound of a TV came from the next room. Brigitte gently pushed open Gerling's door, and her concern for him lingered in her heart. She understood that he felt lost and frustrated in today's game, especially at such a critical moment, his performance was not satisfactory.

"Gerlin, can I come in?" She tried to lower her voice as much as possible, for fear of disturbing him.

"Whatever." Gerling's voice came through the darkness, with a hint of fatigue. He looked up and saw Brigitte appear at the door. He felt warm in his heart, but he also felt helpless because of the failure.

Brigitte walked over to him and felt even more distressed when she saw how unkempt he was. She gently sat down beside his bed, her eyes gentle but firm: "It doesn't matter if you compete, you've tried your best."

He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the screen of his phone, as if recalling every moment of the game. "But I should have done better... I let the whole team down."

"No one will blame you, Gerling." She moved closer to him, trying to make him feel her warmth. "We are all a team, and we share the wins and losses together."

Gerlin was speechless, his emotions pounding like a tide. His eyes were a little confused, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be avoiding.

"I have always believed in you. You are an excellent athlete." Brigitte took a breath, mustered up her courage, and continued, "You know what? I have never seen anyone try as hard as you do. This competition is just a temporary setback."

"But I really feel... lost." He finally raised his head and met her eyes, with a fragile light in his eyes. "I tried so hard for so long, but I still lost to my opponent."

"It's not your fault." She held his hand gently, feeling his temperature rising. Her heart was moved, and she looked him in the eyes: "Sometimes, failure is part of the path to success. You deserve better, don't give up easily."

His eyes gradually became firm, yet helpless. "But I'm really afraid that if I fail again, I won't have another chance."

"Then let's work together." She leaned over, feeling the distance between them shrinking. "Gerlin, you are not alone."

The barriers in his heart began to waver under her warmth, and he finally slowly let down his guard. Facing Brigitte, he felt a strange yet familiar touch.

"Thank you, Brigitte," he said softly, with a hint of gratitude in his voice, "I feel much better having you by my side."

"That's what I want to do." She smiled gently, and the warmth on her face dispelled the chill of the night. At this moment, the boy in front of her was no longer the athlete full of loss, but a soul in need of understanding and support.

"If you're willing, we can practice... together." There was a hint of caution in Gerlin's voice, as if he was testing her willingness.

"Of course, that's exactly what I want." Brigitte relaxed her body, secretly happy, but also feeling a subtle sense of tension. She knew that this might be a turning point in their relationship.

"Thank you, Brigitte. I...I will try my best." When he said this, new hope flashed in his eyes. Such determination made her feel extremely relieved.

"As long as you are willing, I will always be with you, no matter how you perform on the field." She leaned forward slightly, wanting to share her determination with him, "I believe that as long as you continue to work hard, you will eventually win."

The air beside the bed seemed to freeze, and Gerling's heartbeat was particularly obvious at this moment. He took a deep breath, gathered some courage, reached out and gently held Brigitte's hand.

"Will we really get through this stage together?" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was mixed with expectations and fears about the future.

"Of course, we will face this together." Brigitte's tone was firm and gentle, and her bright eyes illuminated the darkness in his heart like stars.

He gradually let go of his worries and met her gaze. Their hands were tightly clasped together, and the connection at that moment seemed to bind their hearts tightly together.

As the night passed quietly outside the window, the haze in Gerling's heart gradually dissipated with Brigitte's company. He felt that he was not alone, and there was this warm girl around him who was always supporting him.

"If I can pass the training tomorrow, will you celebrate for me?" Gerling showed a rare smile, with anticipation in his eyes.

"Of course, I'll prepare a little surprise for you." Brigitte replied with a smile, secretly thinking about what to give him.

"What's the surprise?" he asked mischievously, his eyes gradually brightening.

"You'll have to look forward to this. I don't want to spoil the story in advance." She blinked, deliberately maintaining suspense.

"Let me guess...a trophy?" Gerling stared at her expectantly.

"Almost." She laughed, and the warm atmosphere brought the two closer and closer.

"Then I have to work harder." Gerling's eyes flashed with determination and motivation, "I will definitely do it."

"I believe you." Brigitte also smiled, her heart full of expectations and trust in him.

Time passed slowly, and their laughter became the only music in the silence of the night. At this moment, their hearts were closer, and they also welcomed the challenges and hopes of the future together.