Around the stands, a large number of spectators poked their heads and looked at the professional players with interest. How rare it is! How rare! So many great masters, running, jumping, and climbing over walls! Brothers and sisters, please use your mobile phone cameras.
Pick it up, take photos and videos, and upload them to major websites!
To be honest, the audience who can catch up to the World Invitational Tournament - especially the audience who can grab the tickets for the finals, except for a small number of people who study and work in Europe, are all senior fans. Those who follow the team all over the world are not
No, it’s not like no one has ever seen some great gods shouting, laughing and crying after winning the championship. But...
Championships can only belong to one team. When one team celebrates, there are more teams that feel sad. Every year, every season, the great gods that fans love and admire are, at best, only
Two or three can hold the trophy and celebrate the victory.
But now, here is the World Invitational Tournament. There are fourteen players in the national team, from nine teams, and everyone is star-studded when they stand up - it can be said that as long as you are a Glory fan, you can see what you like.
Great God!
So what if the next process hasn’t started yet?
So what if the podium is still being built?
On the big screen, just a few exciting battles are played back and forth, so what if I'm almost tired of watching them——
There are real people watching!
There are so many great gods, jumping and shouting, crying and laughing, hugging tightly, struggling to climb over the wall...you can watch it!
The audience, especially those away from the competition seats, were not impatient at all. In the studio, Pan Lin and Li Yibo were having a hard time. The two of them racked their brains to fill the long blank time before the award ceremony:
"Dear spectators and players, we saw in the center of the field, the staff are setting up the award podium. Later the organizing committee will hold an award ceremony on site, where our national team will wear the gold medal and lift the trophy - and
Now, our national team is celebrating!"
The camera switched. The media girls of the China Glory League had already worked hard, carrying heavy cameras, and rushed to the stands with the masters. There was no way, there was no one in the competition seat, even the sparring boys in the back row were following.
His own captain rushed into the stands...
Ge Caijie followed Li Xuan and saw his captain walking up to Wu Yuce in a hurry, standing still and looking at each other. For one second, two seconds, Wu Yuce suddenly smiled and opened his arms for a hug.
Li Xuan whispered in his ear:
"Now, you are the number one ghost sword..."
"Maybe it won't be next year." Li Xuan hugged back, tightly, as if he wanted to break his vice-captain's ribs:
"I heard that the national team will add players to the World Invitational Tournament next year!"
Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping had hugged and shouted enough, and finally they were pushed and pulled by him, and they were blasted away in the direction of Tyranny. After walking a few steps up, the two former Hundred Blossoms captains stopped in their tracks:
Yu Feng and Zou Yuan, with a group of Baihua players, were waiting nearby, almost blocking the stairs going up.
Zhang Jiale couldn't lift his feet for a moment. Zou Yuan suddenly passed Yu Feng, stepped forward and hugged him with all his strength.
"Captain, congratulations." The young man only said one sentence before he was pulled away. Baihua's current captain stood in front of Zhang Jiale, stretched out his right hand, and shook hands with him.
"It's a great scene of flowers and blood, I saw it." Yu Feng said solemnly. Before Zhang Jiale could answer, another voice had already intervened. The former No. 1 Crazy Sword strode out and stood in front of him:
"so what?"
"So I won't repeat it! The new Hundred Blossoms will have our own style of play!"
Yu Feng responded proudly. Sun Zheping looked at him steadily for a second, laughed and stretched out his hand, and slapped him hard on the shoulder:
"Leave it to you!"
He walked through the crowd, high-fived and greeted Baihua's team members one by one, and then, without looking back, ran in the direction of Yi Zhan.
Lu Hanwen followed Huang Shaotian like a little tail. Huang Shaotian started a few seconds late. When he arrived, Yu Wenzhou was already surrounded by Lan Yu people. Song Xiao on his left, Xu Jingxi on his right, and Li Yuan were lying on tiptoes on Xu Jingxi.
Shoulders.
Zheng Xuan sat next to him with a smile on his face, "It's not that I don't want to come, I want to accompany the team..."
Fortunately, Huang Shaotian had enough prestige in Lan Yu and was loved by others, so he could squeeze into this mess. The sword master hooked Xiao Lu with his left hand and Zheng Xuan with his right hand. He asked Fang Shijing to show off his boast.
Seeing that he was uneasy and frequently looking behind him, he couldn't help but laugh:
"Want to go to Lao Wei? - Go!"
"Can't squeeze in..."
The sword master grimaced greatly.
Indeed, Wei Chen's side was the busiest: Ye Xiu, Su Mucheng, Fang Rui, plus Qiao Yifan and Tang Rou. Five people rushed up to the competition seats. In an instant, the stands were crowded.
Full and full.
Not to mention that Baozi alone can hold up to ten people when he makes a fuss, and not to mention Ye Xiu's place, where a steady stream of old friends squeeze in to say hello...
Even Fang Rui, who had finished hugging his teammates, slapping his shoulders, and raising his thumbs, wanted to show off to Lin Jingyan, but he couldn't squeeze out. Dim Sum looked around, abandoned his image, and started to step on the chair.
Climbing up...
It took a long time for this crowd to start moving. They did not actively disperse, but moved out passively: Ye Xiu raised his head to find the direction, squeezed out of the crowd with Su Mucheng, and ran towards the upper level of the stands.
First he took two steps, then one step. After a few steps, the footsteps of this top master in Glory suddenly turned into a drag, unable to reach a level in two steps.
However, he finally arrived. He walked through one floor, then another, and walked into the bright red. Ye Xiu looked around and saw fresh, young, and unfamiliar faces under the Excellent Era uniforms.
There was excitement and even anxiety. Everyone followed his gaze, but no one spoke first...
Ye Xiu suddenly didn't know what to say. He turned to the only older man in the center of the crowd, a man with a team uniform draped over his straight suit. His style was obviously different from that of the boys and girls around him. He wanted to smile, to reach out,
His lips moved gently for a long time, but not a single word came out.
What should I say?
I'm sorry, I lost Excellent Era, which we founded together...
Ye Xiu was stunned on the spot. On the opposite side, Wu Xuefeng had already laughed. While laughing, he stepped forward. He opened his arms and pressed Ye Xiu tightly into his chest like he had done every time he won a championship in the past, like when they were saying goodbye:
"Congratulations on winning the championship, squad leader."
Ye Xiu suddenly came to life. He broke away from Wu Xuefeng's arms, stepped back and looked at him carefully, then stretched out his arms to hug him. Wu Xuefeng hammered his vest hard and laughed in his ear:
"How long is your winning streak now?"
"Fifty consecutive wins!"
There were shouts, shouts, and laughter all around. Su Mucheng squeezed forward and shouted: "Brother Xuefeng!"
"Well, not bad!" Wu Xuefeng reached out to rub her hair. When he reached halfway, he patted her shoulder instead: "You're a big girl! You won the championship! Great!" He dug around in his pocket and took out a small one.
Box: "Here, souvenir~~~"
"Thank you, Brother Xuefeng!" Su Mucheng took it with a smile. The box was less than the size of a palm, tightly wrapped, and pretty. It looked like either skin care products or makeup. In the early years, everyone was poor, and Wu Xuefeng's family was considered to be in good condition.
Yes, every time I come back from a long vacation, I always find new ways to bring her things...
Now she no longer lacks these material things. However, Brother Xuefeng's habit of taking care of her still cannot be changed.
Ye Xiu also thanked him from the side. Unexpectedly, this was not a thank you. Instead, Wu Xuefeng glared: "What for? I gave Xiao Mucheng something, why do you want to thank you? You -"
Ye Xiu hugged his head and ran away. Qingzhi knew that what was coming was a lot of gossip and teasing. Even if he wanted to answer, he didn't want to answer in front of so many people, especially in front of the Excellent Era members he was no longer familiar with. The team leader at that time turned his head hastily, and the four
He looked down and hurriedly pulled out a person from behind:
"Brother Xuefeng, look, this is the new captain of Excellent Era..."
He dragged the young man wearing the national team uniform, pushed and pulled him, and led him to Wu Xuefeng. Wu Xuefeng looked at Ye Xiu speechlessly, and then looked at the young man who was dragged over by Ye Xiu, and his clothes were all messed up.
.
Wu Xuefeng: "..."
Do I not know Qiu Fei? We have already met before coming to watch the game!
Our team leader is still unreliable in some aspects...
He secretly suppressed all his complaints. The vice-captain of the first generation of Excellent Era smiled and stretched out his hand as if he had never seen it before. Following Ye Xiu's introduction, he shook hands with Qiu Fei: