Chapter 72 Another battlefield after the game (Wang Xiaoxiong 11.15 million 1)
"So, who will go to the press conference?"
Yu Wenzhou looked at all the players one by one.
The redness on Zhou Zekai's ears has not faded yet, and he looks like he is bowing his head towards the dark wall, never to be called back. In short, there is no hope of pulling him out to face reporters;
Su Mucheng and Chu Yunxiu were sitting together holding a tablet, their heads touching each other, looking completely lost in thought, almost falling headlong into the screen;
Sun Xiang and Tang Hao didn't look too good. On the big day of qualifying, these two who lost the game should just don't take them out.
As for Zhang Jiale and Huang Shaotian? They were both laughing and joking about rock-paper-scissors, and they always looked like they could find a victim. I just didn't know what they were planning when they glanced at Wang Jiexi from time to time...
Finally, Yu Wenzhou's eyes fell on Ye Xiu.
Ye Xiu remained silent. He was lying on a single sofa with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and lightly. It seemed that if he left it alone, the Chinese team would probably be notified to come and pick him up tomorrow. Of course, the picked up person would have a cold.
If you don’t have a cold or have a fever, it’s hard to tell.
Ye Xiu was indeed tired.
They lost to the German team in the first round, only scored seven points in the second round, and lost two games in a row in the third round singles match. From the first match on the 17th to the victory, they had three matches in five days, and every step was shocking.
During this period, we also encountered an unexpected incident such as Zhang Xinjie falling ill.
Ye Xiu, on the other hand, decided on the tactics, came on as a substitute, withstood the domestic pressure, and dealt with many media. From the beginning to the end, he had a nonchalant, mocking face, which was particularly reassuring to watch. If the leader of a team has a heavy burden on his shoulders,
, Ye Xiu, at least lifted 600 kilograms of it.
Yu Wenzhou smiled and sighed in his heart. He saw on the wall-mounted TV that the Swedish team had begun to withdraw. He stood up and took two steps closer to discuss with Ye Xiu:
"Shall I go today?"
"Don't pay—" Ye Xiu opened his eyes lazily. He put his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, slipped it off, and put it on again:
"Of course I'm going. I said some things before, but now I have to fulfill them, and of course it has to be me -"
As he spoke, he stood up and looked around:
"With whom?"
After the words fell, Huang Shaotian and Zhang Jiale finally decided the winner. Huang Shaotian used a clean scissor to defeat Zhang Jiale, smiled brightly, and pushed him to get up. Zhang Jiale shook his head helplessly and left.
When he came in front of Wang Jiexi, he remained silent and stretched his arms across his chest.
Wang Jiexi: "..."
Yu Wenzhou: "..."
The four people finally filed out. Ye Xiu, who was in the lead, was about to turn when he suddenly heard a bang from behind and the door was pushed open. When Ye Xiu turned around, he saw a few heads poking out of the lounge, and several team members were looking at the military training ground.
The familiar rhythm that sounds regularly every year, shouting in unison:
"One! Two! Three~~~~Four!"
Yu Wenzhou, who also turned around, almost stumbled.
The four people who went to the press conference together were not exactly one, two, three or four in terms of their debut time.
The members of the national team who had succeeded in getting skinned were extremely happy. They were laughing and watching the wall-mounted TV, turning the volume to the maximum, and watching Ye Xiu sitting in the middle, answering reporters' questions seriously:
"...Target? Didn't I already say it before? On the basis of qualifying-"
"Fight for the championship!" A group of Chinese reporters responded in unison regardless of whether they were called to ask questions or not.
Ye Xiu smiled. He nodded to the alliance press officer next to him. The press officer immediately raised the microphone and shouted: "Next!"
"Captain Yu, what do you think of this victory of the Chinese team?" Immediately a reporter - no one in the lounge recognized the TV station logo on his microphone, only knew that he was a foreigner - asked impatiently:
"We noticed that the Swedish team played all young players in this team battle. Does this mean that the Chinese team's victory is not valuable enough? If the Swedish team arranges the strongest lineup, will the Chinese team still have the confidence to win?"
The rest room suddenly fell silent. Huang Shaotian muttered something angrily, but his voice was not loud. He looked at Yu Wenzhou holding the microphone and answered loudly:
"Victory is victory. In the competitive field, victory itself will not be eclipsed for any reason. As for your last question, our Chinese team is looking forward to meeting the Swedish team in the final."
These words were neither humble nor arrogant, soft yet tough, worthy of being the captain. Huang Shaotian let out a breath. Soon another Chinese reporter raised his hand to speak, and his question made Zhou Zekai and Sun Xiang in front of the TV wrinkle at the same time.
raised eyebrows:
"I would like to ask Team Leader Ye, how do you evaluate Sun Xiang's defeat? We noticed that an important match point that led to his defeat was the interruption of the combo under the will of the fighter. Does this prove that he is not enough to master One Autumn Leaf?"
Sun Xiang's face was gloomy and he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head in a depressed manner. Beside him, Tang Hao cursed under his breath.
This is not the first time for Sun Xiang to be questioned as not being worthy of One Autumn Leaf. However, in an international competition of this level, being questioned after a failure that has nothing to say is another time.
What's going on. In particular, the person being asked...
It's Ye Xiu.
From the middle of the eighth season to now, Ye Xiu has never expressed an opinion on this topic.
Then, they heard Ye Xiu calmly reply:
"Sun Xiang played very well."
"Are you going to say that he is as good at playing as Zhou Zekai?"
On the screen, Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows. Just as Sun Xiang's heart skipped a beat, he heard Ye Xiu take a breath, raised his eyes to the sky, and showed an expression that looked like he was remembering, but also like thinking:
"I seem to have heard the tone of your question before. Let me think about it... In the eighth season, the All-Stars seemed to ask Xiao Zhou the same way? Is it you? Then I will borrow Xiao Zhou's words to answer you -
—”
This first-generation master quickly wiped his face. When he put his palm down, from his eyes to the corners of his mouth, he showed a very strange look, as if he was trying to imitate Zhou Zekai's sincere and shy look, but he only had perfect acting qualifications.
An expression you can’t imitate:
"Uh..." I thought for five seconds, and then, "He worked very hard!"
The reporter who asked the question had a mouthful of blood in his throat. He wanted to continue asking, but he was dragged away by the person next to him and pressed down involuntarily.
——Stop asking. Didn’t you see that Master Ye Xiu has already started to make fun of people? People are already tired of being asked. If it continues, the funny movie will turn into a horror movie...
In the players' lounge, uncontrollable laughter burst out everywhere.
The person who laughed the most wildly was Huang Shaotian. The swordsman of the Chinese team laughed so much that he lay down on the sofa, pointing one hand at Zhou Zekai, and hammering the sofa with the other hand, almost rolling around on the spot.
Zhou Zekai, the object of ridicule, sat upright and showed Huang Shaotian a shy smile that was slightly grateful.