On the big screen, the wonderful scenes of the final confrontation in the team competition were played over and over again.
The cheers from the American audience were deafening.
As for the Chinese team, the door of the competition cabin has not been opened for a long time.
The Chinese players who were not on the field looked worriedly at the competition cabin. Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang, Zhang Xinjie, Xiao Shiqin, Li Xuan, Huang Shaotian... They were bored in the competition cabin. How uncomfortable and tormented were they at this time?
Ye Xiu frowned slightly. He turned over the thoughts of the contestants and weighed them again. In the end, he could only sigh softly:
"Zhang Xinjie should be fine."
Even if it's not good, it has to be good. Zhang Xinjie is the only healer of the Chinese team, and there is a high probability that he will also be one of the dual commanders in the next team battle. At this time, we can only hope that Zhang Xinjie, who is a member of Tyranny, will be of the same line as the team.
Yes, calm and firm enough.
At this time, there was no one around the two tactician masters. Xiao Shiqin was on the left side of Ye Xiu, and Zhang Xinjie on the right side of Yu Wenzhou was also on the field. Hearing Ye Xiu's sigh, Yu Wenzhou blinked his eyes and relaxed his eyebrows slightly:
"Shaotian should be fine."
Yu Wenzhou is very familiar with his teammates. Regardless of the tragic loss, Huang Shaotian will have a good sleep tonight, at most, and a big meal tomorrow, and he will definitely be able to resurrect with full health!
"Don't worry, Xiao Zhou. As for Sun Xiang..."
"Sun Xiang has lost many times, not least this time."
Yu Wenzhou pursed his lips slightly. Sun Xiang had not lost enough - he had lost miserably in the eighth season, lost the challenge, lost the tenth season finals... Speaking of which, half of the key games were lost.
Gave it to Ye Xiu.
Well, Ye Xiu said that there is no problem with this kid, probably, there is no problem——
"Ah, they're coming out!"
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou stood up side by side. The doors of the competition cabin opened one by one: Zhang Xinjie, Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang, Huang Shaotian, Li Xuan... went out one after another and stood under the bright, even dazzling lights.
In the end, only one door remained unopened.
In the stands on the Chinese team's side, commotion gradually arose and then subsided little by little. All the worried eyes of the players and spectators were silently focused on it.
Xiao Shiqin, how's it going?
He must be feeling very uncomfortable... Is he crying? Will something bad happen? Should he... go over and knock on the door?
The players on the field looked at each other worriedly. The hatch suddenly opened. The Thunder's captain walked out steadily. His hair was slightly messy, but his expression was still calm. He even tried to smile at his teammates.
"I'm fine."
His voice was drowned in the renewed noise in the arena, and only Zhang Xinjie and Li Xuan, who were nearest, could hear:
"I'm fine..."
"...Only lost two kill points..." Seeing the six players headed by Xiao Shiqin walking off the stage and walking towards their teammates who stood up and waited for them, Pan Lin coughed and tried to raise his voice.
:
"There is still the next game, two heads are divided, we still hope to win back!"
"Yes, especially in team competitions, the chance of getting more than two head points is very high..."
The voices of the two commentators sounded empty in the room. In the Internet cafe, the study room, and the living room late at night, every place where the audience gathered, or watched the game alone late at night, was filled with suffocating silence.
The same is true for the meeting room of Yi Zhan Club.
From the owner Lou Guanning to the most inconspicuous Baozi, no one spoke or complained.
They watched the players of the national team disappear into the tunnel, watched them appear at the press conference ahead of their opponents for the first time in more than half a month, watched them suffer the most intense bombardment from the media...
"How do you evaluate the performance of the Chinese team in this competition?"
"Who do you think should bear the greatest responsibility for the failure of the Chinese team?"
"Did the Chinese team make any mistakes in the selection of team battle maps?"
"The next game is the US team's home game. Is the Chinese team still confident to win? Where does this confidence come from?"
Ye Xiu, Yu Wenzhou, Zhang Xinjie, and Xiao Shiqin, all the players who attended the press conference, were neither humble nor overbearing, and looked calm. However, Lou Guanning, who had been the captain for two years, had accompanied Ye Xiu to more than one press conference.
In Chen Guo's eyes, she only felt sad and distressed.
——How much concentration do you need to face such inquiries, doubts and even attacks, and keep smiling from beginning to end?
But there was nothing they could do. They could only watch the Chinese team exit, and watch the captain, vice-captain and other players of the American team praise the Chinese team's performance at the press conference.
The fluent spoken language of the on-site translator allows them to receive information without any hindrance even if they are on the other side of the ocean:
"Yes, the Chinese team played very well."
"He is the strongest player we have ever encountered so far."
"That don't laugh left a deep impression on me... Of course, a victory doesn't mean anything. You still have to fight to know the next victory or defeat..."
"Team battle? The Chinese team is really strong. Maybe the only difference is that they haven't experienced many competitions? We have played in the America's Cup at least a few times..."
"It can be said that there is nothing wrong with the Chinese team's tactical choices. On several occasions, we were only a thin line away from the collapse of the entire team..."
These compliments cannot make the Chinese players at home feel much better. Praising opponents who have lost to oneself, especially praising opponents who have performed well, is just the magnanimity that every professional player must have. Even if these praises are sincere, then
Also, it means nothing.
If you lose, you lose.
The players may still be able to maintain their grace, but the media's questions have become more and more difficult. As for the barrages that flew by during the broadcast of the press conference...
What's more, you know what to expect without even looking.
After a long time, the message notification sound of "Didi, Didi, Didi" suddenly sounded on everyone's desk.
Every professional player reached out to open the QQ group. Chen Guo also stretched her head to look and saw a message from the chat group called "Zurich Tour Group". It was from an unknown former professional player.
:
"Then...are we still going to Zurich?"
No one replied. No one from the professional players or former professional players of each team spoke. They went to Zurich with great fanfare, not to mention that no one wanted to witness a failure. The presence of so many people at the scene would only make the national team more embarrassing...
…
But, what is the possibility of victory?
In theory, the Chinese team does still have a chance to win; however, no one understands how difficult it is to score three or more kill points on the home map of a strong team like the United States.
One minute, two minutes. Until the time limit for withdrawing the message completely passed, a light flashed in the chat group, and a new reply finally popped up.
Desert Guyan: Then they are not the Chinese team?
————This is a dividing line that is not suitable to be said at noon————