Maybe it's to calm down the intense heartbeat, or maybe it's to cool down the heated fingers and wrists a little. Maybe it's to appreciate the word "glory" flying out on the screen for a while longer, or to calm down the depression after defeat.
In short, no matter whether it was the winner or the loser, none of the 12 competition cabins facing each other opened the door.
One minute, two minutes. It wasn't until the holographic projection was put away and the lights were turned on that the players began to open the door and go out one after another. No one would jump out immediately after the game, otherwise the holographic projection would not be confiscated and the field would still be dark.
Well, if someone misses the mark and falls, who's to blame?
Yu Wenzhou didn't come out very fast. When he came out, all the players on the Chinese team were standing under the lights, stretching their arms, pulling their legs, and turning their wrists. Except for Zhang Xinjie, who stood up straight, Li Xuan, Tang Hao, and Huang Shaotian
, you poke me, I hit you, they are all whispering to each other.
Looking further ahead, Fang Rui at the farthest point is holding the cabin door with his left hand, putting his right hand on his forehead, standing on tiptoes, stretching his neck and looking to the opposite side. The way he is singing to the sky is simply indescribable.
Yu Wenzhou snorted with a bit of a headache. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Rui turned his head half excited, half looking at the fun and not bothering him:
"They seem to be getting into a fight!"
"...If you want to make a quarrel, you won't do it in public, right?"
Yu Wenzhou resisted giving Fang Rui a roll of his eyes. This guy is from Xingxin, this guy is from Xingxin... If only Huang Shaotian was the one who said this, I could knock him on the head...
"No matter, they are fighting like this anyway. If they don't make a fuss now, they will make a fuss later when they return to the lounge!"
Facts have proved that Fang Rui was really talking casually without any responsibility. No matter how frustrated the Korean team is after losing, the magnanimity of a country's strongest player is still there, and he will never start a quarrel in public.
In fact, the six players of the Korean team, headed by the captain, walked down the competition stage in an orderly manner and joined their teammates. They walked through the player tunnel and returned to the lounge. Their route of action deliberately avoided the Chinese team and did not come over to shake hands - and then,
All possible conflicts and disputes were tightly closed by the door of the lounge.
As an opponent, the Chinese team could only watch on TV. A room full of reporters stood up and lined up in front of the entrance to the player tunnel for five minutes before the first Korean team player showed up.
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The number one master of the Korean team, the operator who kills ghosts and chases ghosts for their lives, and the captain of the Korean team, Choi Won-yeol.
"No..."
"You come out so late..."
"It's not about who came out and who takes responsibility, right?"
A group of Chinese team members talked casually without any pressure. This speed is really too slow. I think that when the Chinese team lost the first game in the group stage, they didn't let reporters wait for that long... Ahem, but after winning, they kicked
If the victim goes to the press conference, a lot of time will be wasted...
Cui Yuanlie sat on the rostrum with a tense face. Surrounded by him were one on the left and one on the right. On the left was Wen Zheyan, the tactical director of this team competition, and the operator of the Ghost Gudeng Hanyu. They also had a sullen face. Their eyes touched Cui Yuanlie and then separated.
; On the right is a girl, with her chin raised stubbornly and her eye circles slightly red. She is the operator of Pastor Xiyangchuncao, Yin Meishu.
"Hey... kiss your teammates..."
Fang Rui sighed in a fake way. Really, even though they are both a formation ghost and a slayer ghost, what kind of tacit understanding do Li Xuan and Wu Yuce have? These two, ha, they look like plastic teammates at first glance - Fang Rui completely ignored Wen
Cheol-yeon and Choi Won-yeol complained about the fact that they were not on the same team in China.
The girl, on the other hand, looked at their captain one after another, her lips moving from time to time, as if she wanted to speak for him, and she seemed to be sincerely worried about him.
Korean team...
At this point, can't we twist it into a rope...
In order to save time at the press conference, when the Korean team is being interviewed, the translator will only translate the players' answers from Korean to English, and will not translate them into other languages. - What, you don't know English? You don't know English.
Why do you want to be a reporter on such an international occasion?
This kind of press conference is naturally a surprise to the Chinese team. Except for Zhang Xinjie and Yu Wenzhou who were staring at the screen intently, paying attention to the expressions and attitudes of the above people, most of the remaining team members were swaying around and their eyelids were drooping. The hypnotic effect of Korean
, seems to be stronger than other languages...
If Xiao Shiqin hadn't walked around and picked them up one by one to prevent them from falling asleep on the spot, someone would have fallen asleep in no time.
Also, what Zhang Xinjie and Yu Wenzhou were paying attention to was not what was said at the press conference, but the captain of the Korean team...
The captain of the South Korean team is really a character. Everyone knows how harsh the questions will be when you lose a battle, but he answered seven or eight questions in a row. From beginning to end, he was calm and spoke neither too fast nor too slow. His brows were not furrowed and his face was calm.
No change, not even the voice was raised higher than the slightest bit.
Although the TV broadcast was in Korean and English from beginning to end, and no one on the Chinese team could understand him, his expression and attitude alone were worthy of the Chinese team's high regard.
Suddenly, everyone's mobile phones were beeping. Zhang Xinjie lowered his head to swipe the screen in excitement. Then, he saw a burst of noise on the TV, and at least twenty or thirty arms were raised -
—After a while, the Chinese reporter who was called to ask a question loudly said:
"It is reported that the South Korean team has lodged a protest with the organizing committee, accusing the Chinese team leader of using the character Jun Grim in major violations and should be disqualified from the competition. Captain Cui, what do you think?"
There was a moment of silence in the Chinese team's lounge. At this moment, not even the slightest sound came from the TV hanging on the wall. The camera switched, and the fourteen gazes of the Chinese team members who were startled by this question instantly focused.
He went over and looked at Cui Yuanlie on the rostrum, paused almost imperceptibly, raised his eyes slightly, and looked upward.
At that moment, the young South Korean team captain's chest heaved heavily, and his face was so gloomy that it was almost painful.
"..."
"..."
"What did he say?"
"What did he say?"
A group of national team greats were whispering to each other in vain. They didn’t understand Korean or English. God knows what the other party’s answer was. In the midst of the confusion, Ye Xiu’s cell phone suddenly started to ring. Soon, Tang Rou was bright and clear.
The fluent voice spread from the mobile phone to the entire room, translating the Korean team's answer for all the national team members:
"...Whether Lord Grim's character violates the rules or not, I am not a technician at Honor Company, so I can't tell." After a pause and waiting for a moment of on-site translation, the young girl's voice suddenly became louder:
"However, as a Glory player, I look forward to a head-to-head battle with this unique individual in the entire history of Glory!"