Qiu Fei looked blankly at the rapidly retreating willow tree outside the window.
It is now August 6th, Swiss time, the day of the second game of the finals, 12:50 pm. The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, and he is on the bus.
Ten minutes ago, he was tapping on his computer, trying to take advantage of the short gap after lunch and before the start of the training camp to watch Captain America's battle video again; but ten minutes later, he was grabbed by Yang Cong, the nominal leader of the sparring group.
He picked up his collar and carried him onto the bus.
This car is not heading to the race track yet.
"Hey, where are we going?"
Qiu Fei asked Qiao Yifan next to him in a low voice. Qiao Yifan also shook his head: The game starts at eight o'clock in the evening. As usual, their sparring work lasts until five o'clock in the afternoon. After dinner in the hotel, they get in the car and set off, entering the venue around seven o'clock. This
They pulled people away more than four hours in advance. What happened?
Boss Wei is so mysterious...
"Hey, you don't know?"
Lu Hanwen poked his head across the aisle. Lan Yu, the youngest and the youngest professional player in the entire sparring group, had bright eyes and was full of excitement: "Actually - forget it, just watch QQ!"
Qiu Fei and Qiao Yifan looked at each other. Yang Cong had already informed them that they should turn off all chat tools in the past two days and not go to Weibo or forums to avoid being affected by outside public opinion. As expected, the two obedient and focused teenagers
I was so focused on preparing for the war that I didn’t even chat online for a second.
As for intra-team communication, can we rely on shouting?
So - is the ban lifted as soon as you get on the bus? What's the big news recently?
Qiu Fei quickly took out his mobile phone. When he opened QQ, the beeps of beeps and beeps immediately rang out.
In private chats, team groups, and work groups. A lot of messages, photos, emoticons, and voice messages are pouring in.
"Captain, captain, captain! We are going to Zurich!"
"The alliance has brought all the players here! And all the retired players we can find! There are so many people!"
"Chairman Feng told you not to tell you for the time being. It's been very hard for me to endure it! But today I can finally tell you!"
"We haven't seen each other for more than a month. Do you miss us?"
"The plane has landed and we are going through customs——"
"Qiu Fei, if the promotion of this final involves Excellent Era, please remember to cooperate."
So that's it... Qiu Fei was stunned for a while, turned his eyes to the window and smiled.
It seems that the captains all know some news more or less? Otherwise, they would not be so strictly prohibited from contacting the outside world. The cooperation from the other side is also very good? Seeing that the time when the news was sent is today? Or even more accurately, they are all from the same person.
Within hours. But no matter what? Wen Li, Bai Sheng? Everyone in Excellent Era...
haven't seen you for a long time.
The bus was running quickly, turning and detouring, and in less than an hour, it stopped at the door of a large hotel. Qiu Fei lowered his head and chatted on QQ while slowly following the crowd at the end, following the road signs for "China Glory Alliance".
All the way forward in the lobby, after turning two or three corners, a huge noise hit us.
A gust of wind suddenly blew past him. Qiu Fei looked up and saw that Gao Yingjie had been dragged by Yuan Boqing and ran from behind him. A moment later, he heard an extremely excited shout from in front:
"Master! Master, Master——"
Have I time-traveled into Journey to the West...
Qiu Fei secretly murmured something and walked into the front hall. Looking around, Yuan Boqing and Gao Yingjie were on the left and right, surrounded by a man he had never seen before - not so much surrounded? It is better to say that Yuan Boqing was half hanging on.
That person refused to let go, and that person had a look of disgust on his face? He even tried to shake him off several times, but he still didn't shake him off.
Instead, it was Gao Yingjie who stood there a little excited but also a little shy. He also asked that person to stretch out his hand and hold him, looking him up and down: "I watched your game, you played well." He turned to Yuan Baiqing and shouted: "
open!"
This is... Senior Fang Shiqian, who is known as the God of Healing. Qiu Fei turned over the character list of Tiny Herb in his mind, walked up to him, and said hello politely: "Senior Fang."
Yuan Boqing quickly jumped down and stood up. Fang Shiqian turned his eyes, glanced at Qiu Fei from head to toe, and asked slightly seriously: "Who are you?"
"I am Qiu from Excellent Era -" Qiu Fei didn't finish his answer. An arm stretched out from behind Fang Shijing and hugged his neck: "Oh, Lao Fang!"
Fang Shiqian immediately turned around. He was overjoyed when he saw the man, and he punched him with his backhand:
"Ouch, Lao Fang!"
Behind Qiu Fei, Lu Hanwen had quietly sneaked over and introduced in his ear: "This is our old captain Fang Shijing, the one after Captain Wei..."
Qiu Fei was calling people, recognizing people, and saying hello all the way in this chaos. When he met up with his teammates and briefly chatted a few gossips about the training and preparations during this period, there were already league staff directing hotel services.
The student came in with a bunch of tables, chairs and whiteboards and placed them everywhere.
"What is this for?"
Qiu Fei was curious. Beside him, his team members had already rushed to move tables, carry chairs, and drag whiteboards. The vice-captain Wenli opened his backpack and rummaged through it:
"There are also some people who came here on their own and haven't seen them for many years. I put up a team flag to make it easier for them to find..."
For a moment, the hall was crowded with people. Tiny Herb, Blue Rain, Void, Howling... Flags fluttered one after another. Qiu Fei even saw the Linhai flag hung not far from the entrance of the hall. Lan Yu's old captain,
Wei Chen, who had just retired from Happy, stood across the table and slapped the person in front of the table on the shoulder:
"Fang Rui asked me to say thank you! - He said, thank you, Boundless Sea's style cannot be changed!"
Qiu Fei couldn't help but laugh. He was no longer the young boy in the training camp in the past. He knew a lot about the insiders in the industry. For Wei Chen to speak like this for Fang Rui, the opponent was probably Linhai's ace, Boundless Sea's
The previous owner was Zhao Yang.
With a laugh, Qiu Fei clenched the flag that Wen Li had put into his hand, and looked around blankly:
Excellent Era's location, where should it be?
Although there are many teams in the hall, at first glance, there is order. Colorful flags are hung one by one on the white board. Occasionally, neighbors change positions, but there is only laughter and no fighting:
Tyranny Royal Wind, Tiny Grass Blue Rain, the flags of these teams hang deep in the innermost part of the hall;
Thunder and flowers, whistling in the void, etc., are located slightly behind, with two wings separated;
Teams ranked lower in the regular season, such as Yue Yun, He Wu, etc., came second;
Linhai and Mingqing, who have been removed from the list, are even closer to the interior of the hall than Yi Zhan and Qi Qi, who have just joined recently.
So...where should Excellent Era's location be?
While in a daze, Yuan Boqing, Gao Yingjie, Liu Xiaobie, together with Xu Bin and others, a group of people surrounded Fang Shiqian and walked out in a mighty manner, and another person came in, cheering and cheering. As soon as he entered the hall, he was still holding on to him.
When Zhao Yang spoke, Wei Chen immediately turned around and greeted him with a big smile: "Old Lin, Old Lin!"
As soon as he shouted, several people in the depths of the hall stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the hall door. After a moment, there was a loud clatter of tables and chairs, and a group of thirty or fifty people came quickly to greet him.
——It’s just a team that entered the league late. Among people like Lin Jingyan and Sun Zheping, who doesn’t know Lin Jie, the first generation captain of Tiny Herb?
When one person comes, a group of people comes. Lu Hanwen, Zheng Xuan, Song Xiao and others followed Fang Shijing, while Yi Zhan and others followed Sun Zheping, Bai Shu, Gao Jie and others, following behind Yang Cong...
The most eye-catching thing was Han Wenqing, who strode forward and walked straight towards the door, surrounded by Song Qiying, Qin Muyun and others.
Qiu Fei subconsciously turned sideways. Unexpectedly, Han Wenqing walked up to him, stared at the team uniform and the team flag in his hand, suddenly stopped and asked him: "Why are you still here?"
"I--"
Qiu Fei didn't know where to start his answer. Han Wenqing didn't seem to be waiting for his answer. As he asked, he turned his body sideways and pointed back:
"Jia Era is over there!"
Following the direction of his finger, the crowd behind him naturally parted to both sides, like Moses parting the sea, revealing a road. At the end of the road, between the two flags of Tyranny and Tiny Herb, there was an empty table, unoccupied.
"Go quickly!"
Qiu Fei's eyes were hot, and he quickly lowered his head in response. He led the team members to the empty table, hung up the team flag, arranged the tables and chairs, and put out drinking water without any pause. Around the tables around him, he started talking loudly.
Laughing, then sighing, and making a lot of noise:
"Old Lin, where are you currently employed?"
"Lao Guo, when will you pay back the money you owe?"
"What, you opened that Xiaoqiang Studio? - It's such a big deal with Ye Xiu!"
"Zhang Jian?... I haven't heard from him for a long time... I didn't find anything out this time..."
"Ji Leng? He said his wife was going to give birth and couldn't leave..."
A large group of retired professional players put their arms around each other, patted each other's beer bellies, asked about each other's current situation, and talked about what they had seen and heard along the way. People kept getting up and moving to other tables, and people also came in from time to time, looking around.
Follow the flag and run towards the team you were in back then.
There are so many things to recall. Everyone talked about the World Invitational Tournament in front of them, the second season, the first season, and even the past events of the pioneering era. As they talked, someone inevitably unscrewed the mineral water on the table and "tons"
He took a few sips, replacing the wine with water, and drank until his eyes became blurry.
Excellent Era's team banner has been quiet. No players from other teams came to recall the past, and no retired players from China followed. Those professional players who left Excellent Era and went to other teams even tried to turn their seats sideways.
Avoid looking at this flaming red flag.
Except for Chen Guo, Tang Rou, Qiao Yifan and others who came over occasionally to say hello, Qiu Fei was the only one who led the team members and sat under the flag, chatting quietly.
In a flash, it was four o'clock in the afternoon. In the reception hall, where no one had been seen for a long time, a man in his early thirties suddenly stepped into the reception hall.
The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was holding a suitcase in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He looked like a successful man who had just gone on a business trip or attended an academic conference. He was incompatible with the team uniforms filling the hall. He looked around and his eyes immediately locked on the person in charge.
Ahead, go straight to the Excellent Era team flag hanging behind the long table at the deepest part of the hall.
The universal wheels of the suitcase rolled in the hall. The man came step by step, and the eyes from both sides focused on him one after another. Guo Mingyu, Lin Jie, Wei Chen, and Fang Shijing all stopped to talk and stared silently.
Looking at the person coming, the effort and the face in memory are compared.
The sound of wheels and footsteps stopped in front of the long table. The visitor squinted slightly, stared at the Excellent Era team flag that was slightly different from the one in his memory for a moment, let go of the trolley case, and reached forward.
"Excellent Era, Wu Xuefeng."
A hand stretched out across the table to shake his hand. Under the Red Maple team, the boy's back was as straight as a green bamboo.