During the review that morning, everyone was a little absent-minded. With the attention of these experts, of course, they would not be distracted frequently. However, from Yu Wenzhou, who presided over the review, to Zhang Xinjie, who had just recovered and was sitting in the last row, still a little listless.
, there is one thing on everyone’s mind——
Has the draw for the knockout rounds been announced?
This suspense hung for a full hour. At ten o'clock, Qiao Yifan, who was running errands diligently, knocked on the door of the training room and brought in a piece of slightly warm printing paper. Yu Wenzhou took it in his hand, glanced at it, and handed it to him.
Ye Xiu.
Ye Xiu picked it up and flashed it back with his backhand.
With a crash, more than a dozen players immediately surrounded him.
"Who is who?"
"Who are we against?"
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise!" Ye Xiu was squeezed and pushed back step by step. His chair overturned and his clothes were crooked. He stepped back behind the podium in one breath and his back was already leaning against the big screen. He couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Pa"
With a loud sound, he flipped the battle watch back on the screen, spread his fingers and held it firmly, and shouted fiercely:
"Stand back! Let's fight for tickets again!"
As the one who survived the war, Yu Wenzhou leaned against the door alone, overjoyed. He watched a dozen young men retreating in disgrace, holding up the overturned chairs, and then slowly came over to take a seat. Ye Xiu cleared his throat and held the chair in his hand.
Turn the piece of paper to the front and start reading:
"Knockout match list:
Upper half:
The US team, the first place in Group A, will face the Denmark team, the second place in Group D;
Sweden, the first team in Group C..."
Disappointment spread everywhere. Huang Shaotian pretended to be quiet, but in fact the volume was very normal and he complained to Zhang Jiale:
"Why aren't you in the upper half? I still want to touch that wretched boxing master!"
Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes at him fiercely.
What does "wretched boxing master" mean to you?
Are you complaining about Lao Han?
Although Lao Han is not here, be careful as my close teammate beats you!
"...against the Netherlands, the second-placed team in Group B;" Ye Xiu continued reading as if he didn't hear anything:
“Bottom half:
The first place in Group D, South Korea, will face the second place in Group A, Norway;"
"Russia! Russia! Russia!"
The volume in the training room suddenly rose several octaves. No need for Ye Xiu to read any further. Everyone knows the Chinese team’s opponents by elimination.
Fang Rui slapped his forehead and muttered in pain:
"This is really thirteen old Han..."
"Fourteen."
Zhang Xinjie corrected him tepidly and seriously. Fang Rui fell down in despair: "Okay, okay, I know, even priests are violent, okay..."
"Punch them!"
"Punch them!"
Amidst the enthusiastic shouting of a group of boys, Su Mucheng turned to Chu Yunxiu and complained in a low voice:
"It's so annoying... I can't just beat the stick tomorrow."
Ye Xiu may not be able to stop playing, and everyone is a little angry with the Korean team for proposing to change the rules.
"Punch again in the next round."
Chu Yunxiu smiled faintly, with sharp eyes. Su Mucheng gently exhaled: "Yes..."
Before beating the stick, you must first get past the opponent in front of you.
The Chinese team, second in Group C, will face the Russian team, the first in Group B.
Different from the jubilation in the morning, at 1:30 in the afternoon, when the national team players gathered again, everyone's face was full of solemnity.
Taking advantage of the lunch break, everyone quickly watched the Russian team's battle video. Unlike the German team, the Japanese team, and the Swedish team, the Russian team qualified for the qualifying round by winning all three games in the group stage.
Coupled with their fighting styles, it gives the impression that-
"He's very old-fashioned..."
Just watching the video, you have the feeling of standing in the middle of the road with bare hands, watching the tanks rumble towards you.
If it can't stand it, it will collapse.
The Dutch team, the Italian team, and the Australian team in the same group as Russia - of course Italy is not that strong to begin with, and Australia is even more weak, but the Dutch team was indeed the runner-up in last year's European Cup - they were all defeated in the team competition.
Formation. Faced with the collective charge of the Russian players regardless of the cost, they were unable to withstand the wave and were completely defeated in an instant.
Wild, violent, and fierce.
"So how can we win against them?"
"By the heart."
Chu Yunxiu, Zhang Jiale, Fang Rui, and Huang Shaotian all answered in unison.
Sporadic laughter sounded from all directions. The laughter became louder and louder: Yes, we have what they have, and what we have, they may not have!
And, there are four of us!
The players' eyes wandered back and forth on the four tactician masters. After looking left and right for a while, they unanimously focused on Zhang Xinjie. Thanks to the Alliance and Glory, they still have Tyranny, and Zhang Xinjie, who is most familiar with Tyranny's style.
My own style is the one I am most familiar with. I am familiar with how to attack, and of course I have deduced countless times how to defeat this team.
Besides - isn't it just to fight against Lao Han!
Everyone here, from Ye Xiu who made his debut in the first season to Sun Xiang and Tang Hao who made his debut in the seventh season, who has not defeated Lao Han?
But in this case, Zhang Xinjie, who has just recovered from illness, will consume too much...
"As for the organizing committee, have the rules been disputed?"
"no?"
"Why so slow?"
There were worried whispers. Although I really wanted to win on my own and not bother the retired players - but it was great to have Ye Xiu and Zhang Xinjie change hands at the critical moment.
Just thinking about it makes me feel at ease.
Amidst the noise, Zhang Xinjie's calm voice sounded in the training room.
"I'm fine."
Zhang Xinjie's voice is not high, and he is not necessarily very passionate. However, he is determined, persistent, and irreversible. Just like the account card used by Tyranny's vice-captain: The stone in the river will not turn, and the waves will crash on the shore.
Clouds always stand quietly in the water, unchanged for thousands of years.
"you……"
Yu Wenzhou looked sideways at him. He just said a word, and the other word was not high-pitched, but a slightly urgent voice came in, cutting off his words:
"Can I take part in this team competition?"
With a flick of the eye, everyone's eyes turned to Xiao Shiqin who was speaking.
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou exchanged a look. Yu Wenzhou nodded slightly; Ye Xiu leaned back, clasped his hands leisurely in front of him, and breathed out slowly.
In order to reduce consumption, Zhang Xinjie generally does not take on major command responsibilities. In addition, Yu Wenzhou has commanded two team battles and Ye Xiu has commanded one; and Xiao Shiqin, who is also one of the masters of tactics, has only fought in one team battle so far.
Two singles matches.
Of course, he would take the initiative at this time, not just to prove himself, but also to have all the tactical considerations. So the only thing left is——
“Have you decided which picture to use?”
"I've thought about it."
“Then thank you for the hard work.——Waiting for the tactical analysis of the Russian team, can you do it?”
Ye Xiu stepped aside. Xiao Shiqin moved to his position, took the mouse, and clicked on the first battle video.