Sun Xiang was almost knocked over as soon as he came out - the cheers rushed towards him, so exciting and fierce. He held the door of the competition cabin with one hand, stretched his neck and listened for a long time, and finally heard what was being shouted on the other side.
And the moment he heard it clearly, like a thunderbolt hitting his head, the new leader of One Autumn Leaf shook his whole body——
They were shouting, God of War.
At this moment, Sun Xiang did not feel happy, nor did he hold his head high and proud. His first subconscious reaction was to turn around, hold his head high, and look at the figure of One Autumn Leaf, covered in golden light, fighting hard on the big screen——
I won.
My One Autumn Leaf stood to the end and secured the victory.
Sun Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his eyes back to the stands, and for a moment, moved to the competition seats below the stands. Then, this young man in his early 20s, who won the championship for the first time in his life, acted like a child who had done something wrong.
Walking back to the competition seat, I walked slower and slower, and walked slower and slower.
The competition seats were already in a state of excitement. In addition to the great players of the national team, the young sparring boys in the back row also joined in to celebrate together:
Huang Shaotian had enough hanging on Yu Wenzhou's neck, and finally let go. Lu Hanwen jumped up again and lay on his back;
Gao Yingjie stood in front of Wang Jiexi, his lips trembling desperately as he wanted to say something but couldn't;
Dai Yanqi got some tape from the team doctor and was wrapping Xiao Shiqin's temples, mumbling while wrapping them. The Thunder's captain averted his eyes, not daring to look at his own players;
Fang Rui put his arms around Qiao Yifan's neck, blowing his beard and glaring at Li Xuan. Qiao Yifan was pressed down by him, his head slightly hunched, with a wry smile on his face...
And Ye Xiu, watching Su Mucheng wipe off the remaining makeup and clean his team uniform T-shirt, finally turned around and looked at Sun who was getting closer and closer, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.
Xiang, smile.
"Nice job."
Ye Xiu said. The former God of War raised his eyes slightly and looked at Sun Xiang, who was taller than him and was holding on to the account card strap with a nervous look on his face. He stretched out his hand and pressed on his shoulder:
"Well played. - Let's celebrate!"
After saying that, he turned sideways and stepped aside. Sun Xiang followed his gaze and looked over. There was already a crowd of demons dancing on the competition bench, and even he could see black streaks all over his head:
Zhang Xinjie was handing an account card to Yu Wenzhou. Yu Wenzhou took it, looked at it, and then knocked on Huang Shaotian's forehead;
Wang Jiexi hurriedly touched his pockets and ran towards the competition cabin. He was stopped by Zhang Xinjie within two steps;
And Zhang Jiale...
Zhang Jiale was hanging in front of the stands. Standing on tiptoes, he grabbed the railing of the stands with one hand and Sun Zheping's arm with the other. He kept shouting over and over again:
"Dasun, we have a championship! We have a championship! We have a championship--"
From this image, one could tell at a glance that he had never practiced arm strength and could not pull up. Sun Zheping tried his best to pull him, but could not pull him, and Zhang Jiale did not dare to let him use his strength. The two of them just froze at the edge of the stand.
, you are holding me, I am holding you, at first glance, it looks like a bunch of crabs that cannot climb out of the crab basket...
Sun Xiang instinctively wanted to go over and help. As soon as he took half a step, he saw Huang Shaotian pulling Tang Hao with his left hand and Fang Rui with his right hand. The three of them crept up behind Zhang Jiale. They looked at each other and one hugged his head and the other hugged his waist.
, a hug, and then:
"one two three!"
"Ahhhhhhhh-"
Zhang Jiale was thrown sideways into the stands.
Sun Xiang was dumbfounded by this scene. Looking again, Huang Shaotian and the others were already gearing up after throwing people away, and started stacking ladders to climb over the wall. Bai Shu and Ge Caijie, who were usually steady, spread out their chairs and dragged them to the stands.
; Just halfway through, Zhou Zekai retreated, took a running start, exerted his strength, jumped off the wall very neatly, grabbed the railing and climbed up to the stand...
Sun Xiang:???Should I follow up? I'm afraid I won't be able to get over it!
At the critical moment, it was the captain of the national team who was outstanding. Yu Wenzhou shook his head and sighed, and walked through the crowd to find the translator. He went over and politely discussed with the on-site security guard: Can you open the door? If you don't open the door, the boys will start to climb over the wall.
Already...
Security guard, eye-opener.jpg……
As soon as the small door of the stands opened, everyone from the national team rushed forward like a tide. There are teammates in the national team, and more of them are their teammates in the stands. Even the great master, captain, and the ace pillar of the team, at this moment
, and there are thousands of words I want to talk to my teammates——
Yu Wenzhou took advantage of the light on the balcony near the water. As soon as the small door opened, he was the first to rush forward. Huang Shaotian saw it only when he climbed over the wall halfway, jumped off the chair in a hurry, screamed and ran towards the small door. Halfway through, he was stopped by Zhang Xinjie
The position was successfully blocked and passed like the wind...
Zhang Xinjie ran up to the stands in one breath. The steps of the arena were designed to be both wide and high, making it difficult to run. Zhang Xinjie didn't care at all, and used the physical fitness he had trained in Tyranny all year round to rush upward like the wind.
layer……
Two floors...
He rushed all the way to the floor where Tyranny's team members were, and the moment he stopped, team leader Han Wenqing was already standing in front of him.
"team leader……"
Zhang Xinjie screamed and suddenly became speechless. As he ran, he had thousands of words churning in his heart, but now, he couldn't say a single word. Tyranny's vice-captain bent down slightly, panting for a long time.
Say:
"...We won the championship!"
"I saw it."
Han Wenqing's expression did not even change. Only those closest to him could see the suppressed excitement in his resolute face and slightly twitching brows. This captain, who has not changed his original intention for ten years, stretched out his hand.
A steel-like palm pressed hard on the shoulder of his deputy:
"Well played!"
After Zhang Xinjie came Huang Shaotian, and after Huang Shaotian came Wang Jiexi. Gao Yingjie ran desperately behind Wang Jiexi, one floor, two floors, three floors... until he reached the floor where Tiny Herb was, passed through the crowd, and rushed to the floor in one breath.
In front of a few seats.
Then, when Gao Yingjie saw the captain he had always respected, he stopped and faced forward. His tone of voice seemed to be not the captain who had led Tiny Herb for eight years, but the young man who had not yet stepped onto the field eight years ago:
"Captain, we won the championship."
"I saw...Jie Xi, you did better than me."
The first-generation captain who never looked back after retiring and disappeared into the vast crowd stretched out his hand to pat Wang Jiexi on the shoulder, but dropped his hand at the last moment. He stood there, smiling, so warm and happy.
:
"Leaving the captain to you is the most correct and wise decision I have ever made."
"……Hello!"
Fang Shiqian yelled dissatisfied from the side. Gao Yingjie burst out laughing, Wang Jiexi looked sideways, and Fang Shiqian, finally under Lin Jie's smiling gaze, reluctantly muttered: