Chapter 85 Ye Xiu, let's go to the team competition
Different from the cold and heavy atmosphere in the Korean team's lounge, the Chinese team's buzz of excitement filled the entire player lounge.
Fang Rui and Tang Hao were playing rock-paper-scissors, which was obviously a follow-up to the previous fight for the right to play during the break in the arena. Tang Hao seemed unconvinced. Even though he was losing one set after another, he still pulled Fang Rui and asked for the next one.
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Su Mucheng and Zhang Jiale got together holding a tactical tablet, pointing and prodding, talking lively; Huang Shaotian looked around, but he couldn't disturb Yu Wenzhou, so he had to drag Li Xuan over, who was also not going to play later, and listened.
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As for Ye Xiu, who had also worked hard in the arena competition, he was surrounded by the team scheduled to compete in the team competition, sitting side by side with Xiao Shiqin in the middle of the same three-person sofa.
"Ye Xiu."
In the crowd, as soon as Xiao Shiqin, who was originally scheduled to be the tactical director of the team competition—at least the tactical director of the first half, spoke, the entire team fell silent. And as his words fell, there was a buzz of astonishment.
The expansion, very quickly, has spread to the entire lounge:
"You can come up later."
"I?"
Ye Xiu was slightly startled, then became solemn. Playing in the team competition was not part of his plan... In fact, it was not part of the Chinese team's plan either. Even though they had already won at this level, everyone could do whatever they wanted next.
Yes, but this was not the reason for Xiao Shiqin to give up his precious chance to compete.
Even though this was the penultimate game of Ye Xiu's career.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, Xiao Shiqin raised his hand to stop him and continued:
"I have thought about it. First, we decided this home field map together and studied the tactical plan together. The difficulty of commanding is to adjust the battle plan on the spot according to changes in data. You are no worse than me in this regard;"
"Second, on the terrain of this map, Sanren's short-distance and high-speed movement, high-speed changes of direction, and ever-changing skills actually have advantages over mechanics;"
"Third, and most importantly, we are sure to win, so we can fight no matter how we fight."
Ye Xiu frowned slightly and still wanted to argue. Yu Wenzhou and Zhang Xinjie looked at each other, stood up leisurely, and added calmly:
"I would like to add one more thing. We still have the finals to play, and we cannot let the American team figure out the rules. The tactical command of the Chinese team will be rotated between me and Xiao Shiqin. Therefore, in the next team competition, Ye Xiu,
Come on."
The buzzing discussion quieted down. Ye Xiu's expression turned from stunned to solemn. He raised his head and looked at Yu Wenzhou. Yu Wenzhou's expression was solemn, and his eyes did not waver at all. He looked at Xiao Shiqin again, and Xiao Shiqin looked at him again.
He leaned back on the sofa easily, looked into his eyes, smiled and nodded.
Ye Xiu finally made up his mind. He stared at Xiao Shiqin's warm and sincere smile from the bottom of his glasses, took a deep breath, and nodded solemnly.
"Okay.—I'll go."
"Hello--"
The slightly lively atmosphere was interrupted by a dissatisfied voice. The only healer of the Chinese team, Zhang Xinjie, one of the four master tacticians, deliberately nodded at Ye Xiu and then Wang Jiexi with a straight face:
"A Wang Buliuxing is flying in different patterns in the sky, and a Lord Grim is racing back and forth underground - have you considered me for this appearance configuration?!"
The whole room burst into laughter.
The instigator, Xiao Shiqin, laughed so much that he almost fell off the sofa. Huang Shaotian lay down on the sofa, hammering the armrests of the sofa. Even the most taciturn Zhou Zekai couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.
And Yu Wenzhou, the captain of the national team who made the final decision, laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe and retorted intermittently:
"Xinjie... Lord Grim... can also fly in the sky..."
The laughter that had just subsided a little suddenly reached a new climax.
The laughter only lasted for a short while and then stopped quickly. The Chinese team players who were going to compete in the next team battle concentrated on reconfirming the team competition plan, especially (here highlighted in bold and black at the top
) while memorizing the 12 silver martial arts skills from a certain team leader’s Myriad Manifestations Umbrella.
The break between the group competition and the team competition seemed to have passed in a blink of an eye - although the audience in front of the TV had endured the commercials, Pan Lin and Li Yibo's embarrassing remarks, and waited until the contestants appeared again in the competition.
At the table, when a certain team leader went to report the players for the team competition, he was almost asleep while waiting.
Cha Xiaoxia, on the other hand, rushed to the bathroom with her computer bag on her back, queued up to solve her personal problems, and then rushed back. She only glanced at the rosters of both teams and couldn't help but jump up.
"Whoa oh oh oh oh! We saw something!"
Pan Lin and Li Yibo in the studio were as surprised as Cha Xiaoxia at the scene. Ye Xiu competed in the team competition - well, it's not like Ye Xiu had never competed in the team competition before. Once he used the stone to stop turning, and once he used One Autumn Leaf.
They are all very beautiful; but, with Lord Grim?
Who doesn’t know how difficult it is to cooperate with Lord Grim?
"The Chinese team really gave us a surprise... Lord Grim played in the team competition, and no one probably expected it beforehand. Well, now Ye Xiu has returned to the players' bench to join his teammates. Everyone got up and filed towards the competition stage. We
Look, the roster for this team competition is..."
"Ye Xiu, Wang Jiexi, Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang, Chu Yunxiu, Zhang Xinjie." Pan Lin said steadily: "The double-one combination is a stable combination in the team competition. Ye Xiu and Wang Jiexi can both be far or near. Chu Yunxiu Map
Cannon control and Zhang Xinjie’s treatment, this combination is quite satisfactory.”
"It would be okay if Ye Xiu was replaced by Xiao Shiqin. It's basically balanced."
"It would be a bit more troublesome if it were Yu Wenzhou. There are too many long-range firepowers and too few melee attackers."
The two commentators commented on the Chinese team's lineup one by one. As for the Korean team, just when the game was about to start, they read it once in conjunction with the large screen shot of the ppt-like broadcast in the background to complete the task:
Cui Yuanyeol, the ghost swordsman, chases the soul at the risk of his life.
Park Won-wook, the thief, has an empty hand.
Kim Tae Hee, boxing master, light thunder and sudden rain.
Cheng Ting'en, an ammunition expert, is full of fireworks.
Quan Shengxian, elemental mage, reaching for the stars.
Yin Meishu, pastor, Sunset Spring Grass.
"Okay, now both players have entered the competition cabin. The lights are dimmed, and the holographic projection lights are cast one after another - for this game, the home map chosen by the Chinese team can finally be revealed. We can see that the center of the stadium is rising from the ground.
What emerged was a cave with uneven ground and intertwined stalactites - the name of this map is..."
Pan Lin suddenly lost his voice. In the competition venue, there was also a moment of silence in the auditorium behind the Chinese team. Then, brisk joy spread wantonly, sweeping the entire stands into a sea of joy.
Singing is everywhere.
It is not a firm, solemn, and neat singing voice, but a lively, jumping, messy yet unified rhythm and rhythm.
Countless people had smiles on their faces, and while singing, they couldn't help but sway their bodies, wave their arms and beat the time:
"Waiting for boarding, waiting for the bench, waiting for the light, waiting for the board, waiting for the light, waiting for the light, lose, lose, lose! Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang
"
The song beat out in waves.
First there were one or two, then three or five, then ten or eight, then twenty or thirty.
Later, even the professional players who had known about the Chinese team's map selection for a long time and had even trained for countless games couldn't help but sway their shoulders and hum along with the rising and falling singing around them.
The camera rotates.
What is reflected on the big screen is a scene that every Chinese is familiar with. It is played repeatedly every summer vacation and has accompanied us throughout our childhood.
Across the water curtain and across the Banqiao, among the green branches and leaves, a huge stone about three to five people high stood upright, with gleaming sunlight and thousands of sharp lines, surrounded by ten large regular script characters: