Chapter 206 You can't take the runner-up back even if you die
The Yankees were still talking, blah blah, blah blah, and kept talking. Cha Xiaoxia scratched his head, fidgeted, and stretched his neck several times to look at the contestants' bench. Looking at his movements, it seemed as if something was biting him on the seat.
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...The American guest, first, second and third, analyzed so many reasons - not to mention whose standpoint he was speaking from, they sounded really reasonable! It's really worrying, is there any way?
Hurry up and pass these analyzes to the Chinese team!
Is there anyone on the Chinese team who is in charge of collecting information?
Is there anyone who monitors the American commentary live, translates it immediately, and passes the note to the players!
It’s up to those contestants to listen to themselves... The masters belong to the masters, and none of their English is reliable!
Now I can only trust China's tactician masters. Cha Xiaoxia comforted herself silently. There are four tactician masters in our family. Four tactician masters in active service are not worse than a retired American player. Americans
Whatever comes to mind, they will definitely be able to think of it too!
Cha Xiaoxia took a deep breath, took another deep breath, and turned the direction of the telescope. In the field of vision, the players of the Chinese team have returned to the team. Several people sat in a group with their heads raised, towels on their eyes, and their cheeks were slightly turned to the side, clearly visible.
It's listening.
Ah...good job...
Cha Xiaoxia's first thought was that of heartache.
That crappy map just now was so dark and complicated. It can be imagined that in order to win this battle, the Chinese team was trying their best to keep their eyes open and did not dare to miss any details...
There are also dazzling flowers lighting up everywhere, and the dark screen flashes, flashes!
Look at our players, after a game, they all need to apply eye mask!
What comes next is admiration.
I don’t know who is in charge of the Chinese team’s logistics. After the players finished competing, they even had towels to put on their eyes...I don’t know if it was a cold compress or a hot compress.
However, no matter whether it is cold or hot compresses, towels, ice or hot water, it cannot be conjured out of thin air. There are actually preparations in advance! Who is this logistics manager!
What comes next is full of curiosity. What are they talking about? Ye Xiu, Yu Wenzhou, and Xiao Shiqin each pulled up a chair and sat among them. What are they talking about now?
"...So this is the situation." What the American guests can think of, the tactician masters can naturally think of even more. Ye Xiu raced against time to sort out our disadvantages. The master shrugged, spread his hands, and spoke in a relaxed tone:
"However, this little trouble is far worse than the away game, isn't it?"
"That's right!"
"that is!"
The contestants answered vaguely. Some voices were high, some were low. Zhang Jiale's voice was the lowest: He was busy grabbing the towel covering his eyes, turning it over, inside out, and covering his face again...
In the match just now, his eyesight was the most exhausted: the flickers that illuminated the battlefield and suppressed the warlocks were all on the edge of the battlefield. Others did not need to look at it, but he had to keep an eye on it from beginning to end.
Just listen to the tactical deduction and so on, and let him close his eyes for a while... Who is so considerate that he brought a thermos cup in, and there was a hot towel on the spot to apply to his eyes...
"We won all the away games, it was just overtime, it's not a problem for us!"
Zhang Jiale heard Ye Xiu's confident voice. He smiled under the towel: No matter when, no matter what the situation, Ye Xiu always had full confidence in victory. Of course, without the map advantage, the American team would be even less confident.
Maybe I’ve played against the Chinese team, of course!
but……
"Xinjie, do you have a complete idea of how to play overtime?"
Zhang Jiale raced against time to turn his wrist and prick up his ears. Next to him, Zhang Xinjie's voice was vague, coming from under the towel:
"I have an idea, but it hasn't been formed yet. Let's discuss it first?"
"Okay! I'll go first--"
It was Yu Wenzhou's voice. It was gentle, clear and full of interest. Zhang Jiale was refreshed and jumped up from the back of his chair. The towel slid down and almost fell to the ground...
Overtime games are extremely rare in the Glory schedule, but they are not completely impossible to encounter. As a former captain of Hundred Blossoms, he once deduced the overtime game style on his own, but in the end he never had the chance to practice it. And Yu Wenzhou
, what kind of thoughts are running through the head of this genius?
Zhang Jiale is very interested to know.
In the surrounding area, the whispers of the players suddenly fell silent - obviously, not everyone wanted to hear Ye Xiu's analysis and encouragement just now, but everyone was really interested in how to play the overtime game.
On the right side, the sound of Huang Shaotian chewing biscuits disappeared all of a sudden... Oh, this is not surprising. After all, Yu Wenzhou is his captain. Huang Shaotian usually dances and dances, but he still respects the captain.
Several contestants subconsciously pulled their chairs forward, almost shoulder to shoulder, and forming a group with their heads on top. Yu Wenzhou's voice sounded softly in the crowd:
"In this overtime match, one of the fundamental differences between us and the American team is that we are priests and the other team is the guardian angel. So, my idea is..."
"The thief has brought a life-threatening blow this time. You must pay attention to this skill..."
"And Barrett sniper..."
"We don't have large-scale field control skills this time. If we want to kill the warlock first..."
The contestants gathered in a group and listened attentively, bursting into small bursts of laughter from time to time. Zhou Zekai's brows relaxed slightly, Sun Xiang was so teased that he squeaked from time to time, and Huang Shaotian's cheeks bulged even when his mouth was full of biscuits, and his eyes were hooded.
The hot towel she was wearing looked quite like a panda.
As for the players who are not playing, and the young people in the two rows behind the competition seats, whether they look good or move well, it will be much more relaxed.
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou carefully observed the people who were about to take the stage. Zhang Xinjie should be fine. When he just concluded his speech, his tone was firm, and he was very calm when it came to risking his life; Zhou Zekai's psychological quality is reassuring; Sun
Xiang looked relaxed, Huang Shaotian had already grabbed the towel and started to beam with joy; Wang Jiexi...
Wang Jiexi lay motionless there. The hot towel on his face had stopped steaming, and he couldn't be seen taking it off or turning it over. Ye Xiu glanced at Yu Wenzhou silently and saw the same thing in his eyes.
Worry: In that match just now, if anyone was to say that the most expensive player was involved, besides Zhou Zekai who fought until the last moment, it was Wang Jiexi.
During the discussion just now, Wang Jiexi basically said nothing except for the occasional "hmm".
"Team King?"
Yu Wenzhou called softly. Wang Jiexi shook his head, pulled down the towel, and said in a deep voice: "I'm fine."
Under the light, a pair of eyes of different sizes shine brightly.
Yu Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief. On the other side, Ye Xiu had already pulled Zhang Jiale aside and asked quietly: "Can you hold on?"
Among the six players on the field, only Zhang Jiale and Huang Shaotian participated in both the group competition and the team competition. Among them, Zhang Jiale is older and consumed more energy in the last game. If he feels that he cannot hold on and is in poor condition, then he can
The tactics of the current game obviously have to be adjusted accordingly.
Zhang Jiale suddenly raised his head when asked. His usually lively and smiling eyes were burning with fire:
"Don't worry. - This time, I won't be able to win a runner-up even if I fight to the death!"