On July 11, 13 national team players, as well as 60 or 70 staff members (including the team leader, training team, information team, technical team, translators, team doctors, news team), etc., boarded the plane in a mighty manner and set off for the
Zurich.
According to unreliable reports from Roadside News, the national team players all flew in business class, while the staff, out of consideration for hardship, simplicity, thrift and hard work, purchased economy class tickets despite the league’s high sponsorship.
We would like to particularly criticize a certain team leader who took advantage of his special status, did not lead by example, did not share the joys and sorrows with the staff, and forced his subordinates to buy high-priced business class tickets for him and sit with the national team players. This kind of extravagance
Wasteful and special behaviors should be strongly condemned...
Ahem, that's a long way off. In short, thanks to the logistics personnel sent by the league in advance, the national team members came out of customs without a trace and were comfortably dragged to the hotel. As soon as they entered the restaurant, they let out a loud cheer.
"There is food to eat!"
“There’s Chinese food to eat!”
"I thought I was going to eat bread for a month!"
Hot Chinese food is already waiting for them in the restaurant. In order to allow the national team members (and a certain staff member...not including "them" here) to eat well, drink well, rest well, and maintain sufficient combat effectiveness, the league sent out in advance
The logistics staff quickly booked a hotel.
The hotel is not big. The players and team leaders share a room, and the other staff members share a room. It is just full. Walk out of the door and walk to the shore of Lake Zurich in five minutes. It is quiet and has beautiful scenery. However, what prompted the staff to choose this hotel
The reason was not the scenery - or rather, not just the scenery - but that the boss agreed to lease the entire hotel, including the kitchen, to these Chinese people.
A table of ten people can only accommodate seven or eight tables. A chef specially sent from China, plus two emergency workers hired by local Chinese restaurants to wash and cut vegetables, are enough to support the meal.
Lou Guanning said, I will only lend you my chef for another month, it’s a small thing.
After a comfortable night's sleep, Ye Xiu began to perform his duties as a team leader early the next morning. He and Yu Wenzhou took the players to the organizing committee to report information. At around 10:30, the group returned to the hotel and had not even walked to the training.
room, and heard the noise in the large conference room next to it.
"what happened?"
Ye Xiu was the first to push open the door. Before he could say "Old Yang", he saw the conference room crowded with people, bustling with a bunch of foreigners. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hey, we have friends coming from far away!"
"These are friends of the French team." The translator quickly came up to explain. For this trip, the advance personnel sent by the China Glory League to Switzerland were very effective. They recruited a number of volunteer translators in the local area in advance - local Chinese students love to play.
There are many honors. I heard that working as a translator for the great masters of the country is like competing one after another.
Considering that most international students understand English, Switzerland’s official languages are German, French, Italian, and Romansh. Well, don’t worry about the last language. The participation of these volunteers can basically cover players from all over the world.
basic communication needs.
What? You said that the Chinese team needs to chat with the Japanese team, the Korean team, and the Russian team?
Then we can only hope that their translators also understand the local language.
If that doesn't work, isn't there still an arena?
"Hello," seeing him come in, a tall man with light chestnut hair stood up from the computer. While mumbling something, he came over to shake hands with Ye Xiu. The translator introduced beside him: "This is from the French team.
Armand Janek, mad swordsman, character name Asterix.”
"Hello, hello." Ye Xiu stretched out his hand and shook it back, "Leader of the Chinese team, Ye Xiu."
The smile on the other party's face froze subtly. Team leader? What is a team leader? Most of them are laymen, and the other half are retired players, pronounced as team leader or nanny... Why was he the first to come up and shake hands? Oh, I heard that Chinese people always
They attach great importance to official authority. Maybe this guy was appointed from above...
Ye Xiu immediately let go and shrank aside like a normal person. Yu Wenzhou understood, and with a spring breeze smile on his face, he stepped forward gracefully: "Hello, I am Yu Wenzhou, the captain of the Chinese team..."
The two of them had not been chatting for a few words when suddenly a blond boy came out and said something to Yu Wenzhou. Armand frowned and turned his head to answer, but the boy looked dissatisfied. When he replied, his voice became higher pitched.
.
Yu Wenzhou had to ask. The translator looked embarrassed: "He said he wanted to challenge the strongest battle mage of the Chinese team."
The air suddenly became quiet. In the large conference room, thirty or forty eyes instantly fixed on Ye Xiu, paused, and then moved back and forth between Ye Xiu and Sun Xiang.
The strongest battle mage in the Chinese team was once Ye Xiu.
But he has been separated from One Autumn Leaf for many years.
The strongest battle mage in the Chinese team right now should be Sun Xiang.
However, by escaping in the finals, he admitted that he was unable to control One Autumn Leaf at full strength, and that he was still lacking in battle mage abilities.
Although the king has been re-crowned, the separation between the God of War and his master is still a thorn in the heart of all Chinese players, and it hurts when touched.
That was a character that he personally cultivated and brought into the professional world. They fought side by side for many years and built a dynasty together, but were forced to separate due to unfair means. Most of the people present felt the pain of losing half of his body.
There was silence for a moment. Sun Xiang raised his eyebrows and was about to step out, but was stopped in place by Ye Xiu's look. At the same time, Yu Wenzhou smiled faintly and made a gesture to the blond boy:
"Is this a player from your country?"
"No, he's not -" Armand replied: "Gaboury is Mr. Frederic Lopez, France's recognized successor to the strongest tactics. Mr. Lopez has announced his retirement at the end of this season, and Gaboury will
Next season, take over his account card."
"So that's it." Yu Wenzhou smiled softly as the translator relayed it quickly. Before he could speak, Tang Rou had already taken a step forward, and a sonorous female voice resounded throughout the room:
"I am the successor of China's most powerful battle mage. I will fight you."
"What about my opponent?"
A tall and plump girl stood up with a smile. Armand was a little embarrassed: "Miss Margaret... is the battle mage selected for this year's French team..."
"You can come if you want!"
"Wouldn't that waste too much time? You fight Gabri, and I will challenge your national team's tactics!"
"If you want to fight him, you must get through me first!"
Tang Rou and the others asked and answered questions in French. Yu Wenzhou couldn't get a word in, so he could only look at the translator beside him inquiringly. The translator leaned close to him and whispered. Ye Xiu listened and suddenly smiled,
He clapped his hands vigorously:
"Then why bother? Just go 2v2 - Xiao Tang, Qiu Fei, you guys come together!"
The eighteen-year-old boy stood up silently. Two new generation combatants of the China Glory Alliance stood side by side, their eyes shining brightly.