The moment the song started to sound, all discussions, concerns, and even discussions and research in the Chinese team's players' seats stopped.
The players of the national team turned back in unison and looked at the compatriots from the motherland in the audience who were younger than them, older than them, or about the same age as them.
Everyone has experienced being inspired by fans.
Those who applaud, those who hold up lights and signs, those who set off fireworks, those who play gongs and drums and sing support songs. Some people can sing support songs several times a season. When most people take the field, the sound of shouting their names can shake the hearts of their home stadiums.
roof.
However, this is the first time that someone has cheered them on with a song that they have heard since childhood, but that is completely the main theme - in other words, a song that they have never thought could be related to e-sports players like them.
The members of the national team were breathing heavily.
They are all people who stand at the top of China's glory. However, they are just young men and women.
In terms of age, this group of core players is only in their mid-twenties, and those of the same age are all freshmen who have just entered the society; the youngest is only twenty, and those of the same age have not yet officially stepped out.
The threshold of university.
At this moment, everyone's blood was boiling and almost burning due to the singing.
"Xiao Tang!"
Suddenly someone in the audience at the back exclaimed. The players' eyes suddenly focused on it - Tang Rou, who had been sitting quietly in the staff seat in the previous games, suddenly stood up, took a few steps back and faced the audience, raised her hands high,
Swing down hard!
Countless spectators looked at her. Some recognized her as this year's newcomer Wang Tangrou, and some looked at the national team uniform she was wearing - even the uniform without numbers marked her as a member of the expedition team;
People are amazed at the capable beauty with short hair.
In any case, at this moment, a person like this stood up from the staff of the national team, and the standard conductor action of a choir and symphony orchestra immediately set off the atmosphere in the auditorium.
One, two, three, four. The slender and powerful arms waved to a four beat, and the singing suddenly became higher!
Only one person didn't dare to turn around. Su Mucheng, who was to come on next, stared closely at the big screen, watching every skill exchanged between the two parties without blinking. Even so, she felt that the singing behind her was louder than ever.
A wave made me breathe unsteadily.
"Mucheng."
She suddenly heard Ye Xiu's voice - the voice had never been so serious or so cold, like a sharp blade exuding cold air, cutting off the boiling emotions.
He said: "Calm down. Control your emotions and don't be disturbed."
Su Mucheng forced herself to calm down. It was impossible for the audience to calm down. For example, Cha Xiaoxia was in the audience at the moment.
As a senior Glory writer, Cha Xiaoxia can be said to have accumulated a small amount of savings over the years - although a trip to Zurich to watch the game is still a huge expense for him.
However, thinking that this was the first World Invitational Tournament, and perhaps the last chance to see Ye Xiu on the court, Cha Xiaoxia, who was a big fan of Xingxin, was still ruthless and flew to Zurich at his own expense, planning to watch it live there.
For all competitions, we will also feature a special issue on "Chinese Team in the Eyes of Foreigners".
For this special topic, he didn’t even buy a ticket in the Chinese fan section, but specifically bought a ticket in the foreigner section.
At this moment, Cha Xiaoxia had an earphone cord wrapped around her neck. One ear was listening to the roaring singing on the field, and the other ear was listening to the local live broadcast in Zurich. Her heart was filled with passion, and she wanted to rush to the Chinese team's side.
I went to the stands to sing with them, but the foreigners in the headphones were still chattering without saying a word to the point:
"Wow, Tang started picking up planks again! Now the health gap between the two sides is a bit big. Tang only has 25% health, and the opponent has 61% left. I really don't know why he is so obsessed with building bridges. With the professional players'
Operation, will it be difficult to fight directly on the iron rope?"
This foreigner doesn’t understand anything. Cha Xiaoxia thought angrily.
"Don put down the planks! In order to lay down these planks, he paid a full 10% of his health! Now he rushes forward! The battle begins! Beautiful! The method of hiding throwing sand in the gasoline bottle is very beautiful! Oh, he also hides
A numbing needle! The magician was paralyzed! Overlord's punches! Street storm! Tang fought very resolutely! It's a pity that the attack started too late, otherwise with his operation, he could have won!"
You don't understand his sacrifice. Cha Xiaoxia only feels a surge of heat in his chest, feeling proud and sad. But we understand, every Chinese understands - I believe that the teammates behind him will never live up to his current sacrifice.
!
"Ah, the game is over... Let's turn the camera to the auditorium. The Chinese audience is very excited. They are holding red flags and singing songs - there is a girl in the seat of the Chinese team staff directing them. So.
Maybe this is an event organized by the Chinese team? Anyway, she is so beautiful, isn't she?"
That's Tang Rou. That's this year's best newcomer. She once said "I don't agree, you continue to say" at a press conference. The girl who was unmoved in the face of ****-like accusations, challenged her in the finals.
Three strong men who turned the tide of battle. How could her pride and strength be summed up in just the word "beautiful"?
Cha Xiaoxia gritted her teeth and quickly wrote down records in her notebook, occasionally raising her head to glance in the direction of the competition seats.
There, there was a person fighting silently under everyone's gaze.
Until the end.
In the dark competition booth, Tang Hao exhaled and slowly lowered his hands.
it's over.
it's all over.
They collided three times and fell into the water twice, knocking out 55% of the opponent's health and spreading the bridge on the Chinese team's side to 35 bodies.
You have obviously tried your best, why are you still so unwilling?
The young captain of the Howling Team lowered his head and stared at the lines on his palm. He opened his fingers and then made a fist, then closed his fist and opened it again. He repeated this process again and again, and finally stood up and pushed open the door with all his strength!
A huge sound came towards him. Tang Hao stood in the hot spotlight for almost ten seconds before he suddenly understood what he was hearing.
The wind roared, the horses neighed, and the Yellow River roared. It was a roar made at a critical moment of life and death, and it was also a memory mixed with pride and pride. It once stood up from the darkest place. At this moment, with infinite enthusiasm and love, I am sure
and support swept in.
Tang Hao suddenly burst into tears.
The young captain who had just turned 20 took a step forward and straightened his body. He subconsciously clenched the account card in his hand and bowed deeply to the audience!
The singing stagnated slightly. The next moment, the singing became louder and louder, mixed with applause, soaring into the sky!
Tang Hao slowly walked back amid applause and singing. At the end of the road, in the direction of the contestants' seats, Ye Xiu, Yu Wenzhou and Su Mucheng had stood up at the same time, looking at each other from a distance.
"Well done!" Su Mucheng was the first to step forward and give him a high-five. The female gunner was in high spirits, her eyes were shining with stars, and her tone was full of excitement: "Don't worry about the following matters.
Me!"
The two of them passed each other. Su Mucheng walked towards the competition seat, but Tang Hao did not return to his seat, but walked straight towards Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou. As soon as they stopped, the two of them smiled and solemnly extended their hands to him:
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Well played!"
One word of praise for each person. Short, powerful and sincere. Tang Hao said nothing, just nodded and shook hands with them tightly in turn. When he returned to his seat, he glanced at Tang Rou, who was still facing the audience and concentrating on the command.
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The lights on the field flickered on and off. The holographic projection fell again, and Mu Yuchengfeng, with long hair fluttering, stood at the bridge.