The professional players didn't speak, the audience didn't speak, and Pan Lin and Li Yibo in the studio didn't speak either. Even the barrage on the monitor screen was interrupted for dozens of seconds, and it wasn't until the end of the national anthem that it burst out with doubled momentum...
…
"I am perfect, I am perfect, I am perfect!"
"It's worth it if I die!"
"The first World Invitational Tournament! The champion! Is ours——"
"I cried when the national anthem was sung, how about you?"
"World Champion Zhang Jiale!"
"Zhang Jiale: My next goal is to become the domestic champion..."
Colorful, with shadows, flashes, and fireworks effects, all kinds of text covered the screen and could not be seen. Pan Lin pressed once to clear the screen, then pressed again to clear the screen, and waited patiently for a while before seizing the right opportunity.
Interjection:
"For the American team and the Dutch team - especially for the American team that lost today, the entire awards ceremony is over. But the Chinese team can't leave yet. Our national team members still have to accept a huge...
The honor——”
"What?"
"What?"
The barrage asked urgently. Pan Lin smiled proudly:
"I saw many spectators asking what kind of honor it was... It seems that no one remembered the news we announced before the game started.
——According to the latest resolution of the World Invitational Tournament Organizing Committee, the venue of the second World Glory Invitational Tournament will be determined by the result of this final. In other words, this time the Chinese team won the championship, and China will become the second World Invitational Tournament.
The host country of the invitational tournament——"
The screen went silent. Indeed, many people had forgotten: At the beginning, the Chinese team was two points behind, and it was the opponent's home court. In such a difficult situation, everyone just hoped that the Chinese team would try its best. As for winning, as for the championship, they dare not
I dare not even think about it...
What's more, the following arena matches and team matches were thrilling, with one reversal after another. The team match ended in overtime, and after the overtime, everyone just cheered and celebrated. What was the commentator talking about more than an hour ago?
Words, who remembers!
Even now, no one cares about what kind of honor it is. The barrage exploded with joy:
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
“You can watch games in China next year!”
"No more going abroad! No more jet lag!"
"Brothers, get your tickets for next year's World Invitational Tournament!"
Pan Lin: "..."
Although I'm happy that I don't have to stay up late to explain...but, can you pay more attention to me?
Fortunately, Li Yibo is still here. As his gold medal partner for many years, Li Yibo understands Pan Lin's mood at this time very well. He started to praise very skillfully:
"So, what will the Chinese team do next?"
"After the game, the current organizer, the chairman of the Swiss Professional League, will hand over the flag of the World Invitational Tournament to the victorious country, which is the chairman of the league of the next host country. Ah, our Chairman Feng is already handing over the flag to the national team
Wave and call them to come up——"
The World Invitational Flag, which is as tall as half a person and as long as one person, was held up by the Swiss Federation Chairman with both hands. This flag, with the world map as the base and printed with the golden glory logo, was handed over from the hands of the Swiss Chairman to Feng Xianjun. Two
The two presidents unfurled their flags side by side, facing the stadium and the cameras of the media around the world——
Let China become the next host country.
Let Chinese audiences watch the game at home without having to go abroad.
This is an honor that the national team players have worked hard to win. It is also the best reward for the China Glory League and the fourteen national team players to the audiences and players who support them.
The applause was like thunder. The applause and cheers of the Chinese audience in half of the stands almost made the roof of the stadium tremble.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, Feng Xianjun picked up the two corners of the competition flag and handed it to the national team beside him:
"Take it. This is what you earned!"
The fourteen contestants cheered in unison. Feng Xianjun stood by contentedly, watching a group of boys and girls spread out their flags, leveled them, and tried to squeeze into a row sideways. Everyone put a hand on it.
, tore the meeting flag until it was wrinkled and uneven...
The chairman of the China Glory League, in front of the camera, smiled as if he was ten years younger. He walked from the front to the end of the team, patting this and that:
"Amazing, really amazing!"
Forming an army in a hurry, there are many difficulties and dangers. Under unfamiliar team battle rules, facing completely unfamiliar opponents. 21 days, 9 games, an average of two and a half days, a playoff finals level battle.
During the fierce battle, we also experienced an accident such as the priest falling ill——
They have been winning until now.
Everyone nodded vigorously to him, with tears still wet and smiles still lingering. From Fang Rui and Tang Hao at the end of the team, to Zhou Zekai and Yu Wenzhou at the head. Feng Xianjun patted and praised him all the way, and in the end, he praised Ye Xiu——
"Hey, the words are still so poor!"
Feng Xianjun glared at him fiercely. He raised and lowered his palm, lowered it and raised it again. In the end, he still couldn't bear to knock his brains out. He could only cough hard and threaten him in as vicious a voice as possible:
"There's another prize you don't want to win?"
"What prize?!"
Huang Shaotian quickly interrupted. Feng Xianjun looked to the right. Not only Huang Shaotian, but also the other players were paying attention. Everyone stretched out their heads, and even Zhou Zekai's eyes were shining brightly. Feng Xianjun didn't say anything, took a step back with a smile, and raised his head.
beginning--
"Next, is the award ceremony for the best player. After discussion by the organizing committee, the best player award of the first World Invitational Tournament will be awarded to——"
The loud broadcasts in English and Chinese echoed on the playing field. Before the last name was read out, uniform shouts rang out from the Chinese stands:
"Ye Xiu!!!"
The speech of the league chairman continued, and the broadcast also continued. The players of the national team and the Chinese audience fell silent one by one, listening eagerly:
"In this World Invitational Tournament, player Ye Xiu participated in five group competitions and three team competitions as a substitute. During this process, the characters played by player Ye Xiu spanned the three professions of individual, priest, and battle mage, creating a
A historical record that is difficult to surpass.
Winning consecutive games without a defeat, as a single player and team leader, he played an irreplaceable role in the Chinese team's championship..."
The players of the national team stood in a row, listening to the league organizing committee counting Ye Xiu's achievements. Winning consecutive games in the arena competition was not a problem, and team competition was a matter of exhaustion. There were players from China and foreign countries who were confident that they could do it.
But all professions are proficient in this...
"Forget everything else, there are three professions in the World Invitational Tournament, this one really can't compare..."
Huang Shaotian murmured quietly. Wang Jiexi on the right and Xiao Shiqin on the left nodded with concern.
This is so foul... not only is it unprecedented, but also, because the rules of the World Invitational Tournament have been changed, it is truly unprecedented...
The etiquette staff presented a souvenir of the award. Under the spotlight, a golden light shone with a thousand auras. From the keycaps to the chassis, it was all golden. The keyboard with Ye Xiu's name engraved on it against the clock fell heavily into his hands. Ye Xiu said
Both arms fell down on the spot.
"Hey, isn't this pure gold?"
Ye Xiu lowered his head to look. Before he could try the feel of the buttons, Feng Xianjun smiled and put the microphone in front of him:
"Say a few words?"
"What?"
"Just give an acceptance speech on behalf of the Chinese team?" After speaking, he lowered his voice and said fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Ye Xiu pondered for a moment and looked around, his eyes slowly passing over the fiery arena. He turned around and handed the golden keyboard to Yu Wenzhou's hand, took the microphone, and took a step forward.
This top master who has always had a playful smile and created various famous scenes of teasing reporters, when he spoke, his expression was solemn and solemn for the first time:
"I have many people who I want to thank for this championship. First of all, I want to thank the earliest participants of the China Glory Professional League. Some of them left the arena early, and some
, I have never even been able to set foot on this arena...
The voice of the translator followed and flowed on the field. Ye Xiu turned his head slightly, looked at the competition seat, and silently recited the names of his old friends in his heart. Wu Xuefeng, Guo Mingyu, Fang Shijing, Lin Jie...
Names that once shone brightly, but then disappeared silently. Names that were never famous and were only recorded in competition materials...
Finally, Ye Xiu paused and raised his eyes to the sky.
Behind him, Yu Wenzhou, Huang Shaotian, Wang Jiexi, and all the national team players stood in solemn silence. In the middle of the team, Su Mucheng covered her lips and burst into tears.
"The blue road opens up the mountains and forests. You have created this era, but you have not been able to enjoy this best era. At this moment, may the glory be with you, may this glory... be with you."
Ye Xiu bowed deeply. Behind him, all the national team players bowed in unison.
"I would also like to thank all the coaches and staff of the national team.
——Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles. Without you working hard day and night to collect information, analyze data, and without you training for dozens of days in a row, the national team would not be confident on the field.
This championship is our glory, and it is also your glory."
Ye Xiu bowed slightly in greeting. Suddenly, a group of teenagers stood up in the group of professional players. It was neither a return gift nor a return gift. They were all at a loss and their faces were red...
"Finally, I would like to thank all the teams, all the supporters and spectators, and all the Chinese players." The voice of the national team leader flowed unhurriedly on the field, and also flowed through the radio waves into the hearts of the fans:
"If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. With your ten years of support, the information you provide, the BOSS you grab, and the materials you fight, only the fourteen characters of the national team can fight hard on the field.
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This championship is our glory, and it is also the glory dedicated to all of you!"
He carefully and solemnly bowed for the third time. Behind him, all the players of the national team bowed at the same time.
There was a wave of applause in the stands.
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