Chapter 71 Kiss Everywhere (Night Dream Bing Wan 10)
"Won!"
"we won!"
Li Yibo and Pan Lin shouted so much that they completely forgot about their reserve. The long swords crossed their wings, and the golden icons spread out on the screen, shooting into their hearts from the pupils, and also into the hearts of every audience watching in front of the TV:
The Chinese team won!
In fact, I knew I would win a long time ago. After Ye Xiu led the team to advance and retreat, and brought the offense and defense of this team battle into the rhythm of the Chinese team; after Cloud Piercer activated the underground mechanism and returned to the team safely; after Yong Shi Bu
After escaping a one-hit kill and killing the assassin with a backhand; after splitting the opponent in a torrential flood, killing the sharpshooter and team leader, further widening the gap in the number of people present to six to four.
More than ten minutes before the "Glory" logo popped up on the screen, most of the audience knew that victory in this team battle was a foregone conclusion.
However, this still did not prevent the barrages from exploding on the surveillance screen, nor did it prevent the audience from dancing with joy. It also did not prevent the two commentators from facing the camera, shouting with their faces red and foaming at the mouth:
"Qualified!"
“We qualified for the group stage!”
"The Chinese team defeated the Swedish team 8:2, ranked second with 18 points, and advanced to the quarterfinals!"
The brilliant golden pattern finally faded away. The broadcast camera switched, and the telephoto lens set up on the sidelines slowly zoomed in, zooming in on the players who stood up and left the competition cabin one by one, standing under the spotlight.
"Ye Xiu!"
Ye Xiu turned his head in response. What came into view was a bright smiling face. The alliance's leading ammunition expert strode forward, raised his palms, and struck him hard in the air:
"we won!"
"Well, we won." Ye Xiu nodded lightly. Zhang Jiale turned to face the audience, raised his fist and waved hard, and strode down. Ye Xiu watched his back for a moment, then turned his head and looked to the right
Other team members came over.
Li Xuan, Sun Xiang, and Zhou Zekai, one by one, high-fived each other with their conductor and team leader.
Ye Xiu stood there, watching them pass in front of him one by one and walk off the competition stage. Then, he turned to the left and made eye contact with Wang Jiexi, the only one who stayed where he was.
Without words, the two people stretched out their arms at the same time and raised them high.
A heavy "pa" high-five covered up the lazy, upward-sounding ending:
"...short legs?"
Wang Jiexi rolled his eyes at an angle that the camera couldn't capture.
Ye Xiu is such a guy, he keeps every little thing in his heart and avenges him on the spot!
He turned around and walked off the stage, joining the national team members sitting on the players' seats. Everyone filed out, and soon, the players' tunnel became noisy and lively.
Zhang Jiale was concentrating on calling Zhang Xinjie, and his main thoughts were "See, we won without you" and "Don't worry, no one will dare to kill you again";
The two girls were chattering and discussing the new drama that had aired a few days ago, complaining to each other about the ridiculous plot;
Ye Xiu walked unsteadily behind them, listening to these passages that were beyond the scope of human understanding, and from time to time he showed an expression as if he had a toothache;
Huang Shaotian pulled Yu Wenzhou to talk. The content was mixed with "What snacks will we have for tonight's supper?" and "Is our next opponent the United States or Russia?" Yu Wenzhou mostly answered with "um", "ah" and "oh".
It’s as if Zhou Zekai is possessed...
Not far away, the team suddenly stopped. Yu Wenzhou looked forward, immediately shook off Huang Shaotian, and stepped forward quickly.
Right in front of the Chinese team, 14 players from the Swedish team stood in a row, with captain Anton Linnaar at the front. He smiled and extended his hand to Yu Wenzhou, who rushed to the front row.
“A very exciting game.”
"Thank you. Your performance is also very exciting."
The two captains wore perfect smiles and exchanged greetings with the help of an interpreter. They complimented each other's performance, praised each other's players, and said a few words that could not go wrong in any situation. After that, it was time to move forward.
, when shaking hands with the next person on the other side.
Since both teams only brought one translator - the Swedish team's translator could not speak Chinese yet and had to relay with the Chinese team's translator - it was much easier for the players behind them. They only had to smile, shake hands, nod, and
A standard procedure. Yu Wenzhou shook hands one by one, and when he reached the fifth one, an exclamation suddenly sounded from behind him.
Yu Wenzhou turned around suddenly.
Then, his half-stretched hand froze in place, unable to move.
Lina Anderson, the operator of the Swedish team's ammunition expert Aurora Love, shook off her burning red hair and kissed Zhou Zekai on the face.
The sound of "pop" was clear and loud. Yu Wenzhou could hear the movement clearly even from several people away.
Zhou Zekai's handsome face, ranked number one in the league, suddenly turned as red as the girl's hair.
There was an uproar in the passage. A group of Swedish players gathered around, clapping, stomping, whistling, and everything else. In the noise, the Swedish girl said a lot like a machine gun, and two translators hurriedly squeezed through the crowd.
, translated from Swedish to English, and then translated from English to Chinese, relaying the message:
"Miss Anderson said that you are the strongest sharpshooter she has ever seen and the most handsome oriental young man. She asked if we could exchange contact information. She would like to make an appointment with you at the arena later and come out for a drink.
"
"Wow!"
"handsome!"
"Xiao Zhou promises her, promises her!"
Applause broke out. The originally neat queue of the Chinese team was suddenly in chaos. Except for the two girls who retreated slightly, a group of boys, most of whom were watching the fun and not taking anything too seriously, surrounded them.
Zhang Jiale, Fang Rui, and Huang Shaotian were all laughing and joking around Zhou Zekai. Although Li Xuan, Tang Hao, and Sun Xiang didn't shout too loudly, they joined in with the girls and clapped more happily than anyone else.
As for Ye Xiu? The team leader stood aside with a smile, and stopped Xiao Shiqin who wanted to stop him. Wang Jiexi stood on the side with an aloof look that said, "It has nothing to do with me." It was obvious that he didn't want to lend a helping hand at all.
Zhou Zekai froze there at a loss, his face flushed. He didn't say yes or no, his lips pursed, he raised his eyes a few times and immediately lowered them, not even daring to look at the girl.
Yu Wenzhou watched for a moment, walked through the crowd, and stepped forward with a smile. Just as he was about to fulfill his duty as captain and open his mouth to make a rescue, Lina Anderson had already grabbed Zhou Zekai's hand, took out the lip gloss from her pocket, and wrote on his palm.
Line phone number.
The tip of the soft lip gloss passed across the palm of his hand, becoming slightly moist and itching slightly. Zhou Zekai hesitated and did not dare to move his hands. He watched the girl finish writing the phone number, smiled softly, and put the lip gloss on his face with beautiful eyes.
Put a little of the remaining rose red on your lips, stick out the tip of your tongue, and slowly lick it away.