There were endless shouts in the stands. In the center of the venue, six players walked towards the competition cabin, turned around and looked around, waving frequently.
Ten days, five games. They watched more and more compatriots in the auditorium day by day; watched the red flag cover a quarter of the stands, a third of the stands, half of the stands; and even watched all kinds of strange things
Weird support items are popping up like mushrooms after a rain...
And those spectators, those fans, have been cheering for them. No matter whether they are playing well or not, no matter whether the situation is smooth or dangerous, they have been cheering and cheering, waving the national flag vigorously when every player comes on the field, and using their greatest strength.
The volume calls their names—
"Zhou Zekai, come on -"
"Sun Xiang, come on -"
Zhou Zekai put down his arms and turned around. He gathered his thoughts and was about to raise his hand to push the door of the competition cabin. There were several loud bangs and bangs on the ground behind him, followed by a "boom" and a familiar cry of pain.
Come.
"Ouch——"
Zhou Zekai suddenly turned around. Behind him, his teammate Sun Xiang, who he had been with for a year, in a strange and twisted posture... hit the specially built platform with six competition cabins.
"Sun Xiang?"
Zhou Zekai turned back quickly. He stretched out his hand to pull, and Sun Xiang followed his force and stood up on his knees with a grin on his face, but did not dare to move anymore - his foot might be sprained on one hand, but on the other hand...
Zhou Zekai frowned. Samsara's captain stared at Sun Xiang's right hand with a heavy gaze. The hand was hanging in the air in a stiff posture, with the fingers slightly spread and raised upwards. In the palm of his hand, there was a piece of silver lying flat.
White account card.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Zekai took out the account card with one hand, held his forearm with the other hand, and turned it over. The back of his hand was covered with dust, and the back of his wrist, around the protruding bone, was visibly blue.
"I just tripped...I didn't look at the road when I went up the steps..." Sun Xiang became quieter and quieter as he spoke. Under the gazes of his teammates who gathered around him, he explained bravely: "When I fell, I used my hands to hold it up."
…”
"Then why did you fall on the back of your hand?" Huang Shaotian blurted out. Before he finished speaking, Yu Wenzhou calmly pulled him. He didn't understand why and stopped talking, while Sun Xiang, who was kneeling on the spot, had already buried his head deep in the ground.
A cut:
"Isn't this..." He hesitated, and as he spoke, his ears quickly turned red: "Isn't this because I'm afraid of breaking the card..."
Therefore, at the last moment before the palm of the hand reached the ground, in a flash of lightning, he reflexively turned his wrist...
Yu Wenzhou sighed silently. He walked out of the crowd; on the opposite side, Ye Xiu, who saw the accident, also walked quickly with the team doctor.
"How about it?"
On the player stand, the national team members who were not playing were also alerted and gathered around in twos and threes. A group of players stood around with bated breath, watching the team doctor half-kneeling down in front of Sun Xiang, holding his wrist and examining him. Sun Xiang breathed in quietly.
, the team doctor touched and pressed the ground to check. After a while, he raised his head and made a judgment:
"Soft tissue contusion. It's not a big problem. It will heal after two or three days of rest. But, this time..."
"Just hold on, it'll probably be okay..."
Sun Xiang answered with some guilt. He moved his wrist carefully, moved and stopped, moved again, and stopped again. He wanted to continue trying, but Zhang Jiale squeezed him out of the crowd and grabbed him without any explanation.
arm:
"do not move!"
The sound almost made Sun Xiang jump out of his skin. Zhang Jiale held onto his arm tightly and leaned down to stare into his eyes, his eyes blazing as if there was fire:
"Sun Xiang, I'm telling you, don't move! Don't be stubborn with the doctor! A minor injury will heal as soon as it heals. Don't show off, small things can become big things!"
Around the two of them, all the other national team players lowered their heads silently.
"Sun Xiang, please take a break for this game." Yu Wenzhou persuaded him in a good voice. He stepped forward to support one of Sun Xiang's arms, motioned for Zhou Zekai to support the other side, and jumped up to the contestants' bench.
Jumping around. As he walked, he turned around and looked at Ye Xiu. The leader of the national team called the team doctor and walked together towards the referee's bench.
After a while, the organizing committee doctor followed and gave the same diagnosis as the Chinese team doctor.
——Soft tissue contusion. Unable to play normally in this game. Allowed to be replaced by a substitute player.
A touch of nervousness floated in the Chinese team's bench.
It's certainly good to have substitute players on the field; however, in this team competition, the cooperation between One Autumn Leaf and One Shot Cloud Piercer is one of the core tactics of pre-game training. Not to mention, Lord Grim, a solo player, has never played with
Other players on the national team have worked hard in the team competition.
... Just looking at how many mistakes occurred in the cooperation between Lord Grim and other Happy players at the beginning of Season 10, you can tell that such cooperation is not something you can just have if you want it.
——If Ye Xiu can use One Autumn Leaf to play...
Yu Wenzhou pondered silently. Of course there is no problem with the rules, especially when the organizing committee discussed the supplementary rules last time, a backdoor was specially left here; however, as the leader of a team, he has to consider far more than
Just such a simple question.
What would Sun Xiang think about letting Ye Xiu use One Autumn Leaf to play? Sun Xiang's performance in the tenth season is obvious to all. Taking One Autumn Leaf away from him, even temporarily, is definitely not a pleasant thing for him. This
Will this decision affect his mentality or even his future competitive status?
Then, who will make this decision, or this request? How to word it? Ye Xiu himself is obviously not suitable... It would be best if Sun Xiang could take the initiative to speak, but with Sun Xiang's age, experience and temperament, I'm afraid
I can't turn this corner yet...
Yu Wenzhou's eyes shifted and his thoughts were turbulent. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Zekai had already stepped out of the crowd. He flipped his right hand and handed the silver-white first-edition card to Ye Xiu.
The captain of Samsara looked directly at the former master of One Autumn Leaf. He had always been taciturn, but on this occasion, he still only spoke two simple words.
"Come on."
The changes in the Chinese team shocked everyone. From the entire competition venue, to the two commentators in the studio, to all the viewers in front of the TV and in front of the big screen in the Internet cafe, everyone was holding their breath and looking anxiously at the players' seats.
The flashing figures watched as the Chinese team leader walked to the referee's bench with his translator. After several statements and arguments back and forth, he hurried back and had a quick conversation with the captain.
"What's wrong?"
"The referee asked me to submit proof that I am a user of One Autumn Leaf."
"..."
I told you not to show your face, told you to use a false name, and called you Ye Qiu for more than eight years... Look, trouble is coming!
Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don’t believe it, look up and see who God will spare...
Yu Wenzhou complained crazily in his heart, and without hesitation, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the button, and dialed.
"beep--"
The phone only rang once before it was picked up. A calm, sober voice, in the darkness of three o'clock in the morning domestic time, reached the ears of the Chinese players through the loudspeaker:
"Wenzhou?"
"Chairman Feng, this is Yu Wenzhou. Are you watching the game?"
"Looking. You said."
"There is an emergency, please help. Sun Xiang was injured unexpectedly, and Ye Xiu came on as a substitute and used One Autumn Leaf to compete. Now, the organizing committee needs the alliance to provide proof that Ye Xiu has used One Autumn Leaf in the professional league."
"I understand. The documents will be here in ten minutes."
"Thank you, Chairman."
The phone clicked and hung up. The national team players looked at each other and waited silently. One minute, two minutes, until nine minutes, a staff member rushed out, holding printing paper, and handed it directly to Ye Xiu's hand.
.
A moment later, the China Glory Professional League's certification documents, in Chinese, English, French, German, and Italian, were side by side and stamped with the official seal, and the scanned copies were sent to the referee by the team leader.
The big screen, which had been silent for a long time, started to scroll quickly again.
"Ah... the list of players for the Chinese team has finally been decided..."
In the studio, Pan Lin stared unblinkingly at the monitor screen, where the camera was broadcast on the big screen, and watched as the words "Sun Xiang, Battle Mage, One Autumn Leaf" slowly faded away:
"It seems that the fall that Sun Xiang just suffered was really serious and he really couldn't play. So, his replacement is..."
He suddenly choked up. On the screen, the square words disappeared and gathered together, and slowly appeared a line of writing that had never appeared in the domestic league, but had hung in the hearts of countless Glory fans for a long time. Pan Lin gasped quickly, explaining Glory.
The gold medal host who has competed for nearly ten years is shaking violently with every word he reads at this moment: