It was quiet in the lounge of the Chinese team players.
Everyone had the same look of relaxation and exhaustion on their faces. Except for the girls, who had to pay attention to their manners, eight or nine of the twelve boys leaned back on the sofa and slumped in various postures.
Won.
Finally won.
Although the current points cannot guarantee qualifying, and although there is still a tough battle to be fought next, the Chinese team has used this victory to take the initiative to qualify back into its own hands.
As usual, the loser goes to the press conference first and is criticized by the media. So at this moment, the wall-mounted TV in the lounge was broadcasting live footage of the Japanese team attending the press conference. The boys of the Chinese team were lazily leaning on the
There, with their eyes half-open and half-closed, and using the sound coming from the TV as background music, everyone was so sleepy that they almost fell asleep on the spot.
Anyway, I couldn’t understand it... everything was spoken in Japanese, English, French, and God knows what other languages at the press conference, and no one translated it into Chinese... and no Chinese reporters asked questions...
Facts have proved that the hypnotic effect of foreign language is extremely reliable, and it has been consistent from elementary school, junior high school, to the world invitational tournament abroad. Within a few minutes, most of the national team players were almost confused on the spot, so much so that they still sat upright.
Zhang Xinjie looked left and right, and began to consider whether to kick some people up to prevent everyone from falling asleep and one unlucky person catching a cold.
Well, in Zurich at night in July, the temperature has dropped to nearly 15 degrees Celsius, which is relatively cool even without the air conditioning...
“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”
A knock on the door broke the silence of the room. Zhang Xinjie perked up and raised his voice:
"Come in!"
The publicity personnel sent by the China Glory League to accompany the team pushed open the door and entered.
This girl had been running around for half a month and was already very familiar with the national team, so she was not surprised by everyone's demeanor. At this moment, she frowned slightly, looked around, and carefully walked around the pile of Ge You.
Paralyzed, he walked to Yu Wenzhou, who was sitting upright:
"Captain Yu, the Japanese team filed a complaint with the organizing committee, accusing the Chinese team of interfering with the competition in an inappropriate manner."
The room suddenly fell silent. The next moment, to the visitor's surprise, laughter rippled happily in the lounge.
"Master Huang!"
"Young Master Huang is mighty and domineering!"
"Oh oh oh, Mr. Huang~~~~"
"It's not Huang Shaotian." The young girl's voice was solemn and angry: "The Japanese team complained that the staff of the Chinese team deliberately interfered with the game by directing the audience to sing songs that attacked Japan during the game."
The laughter stopped immediately. Fang Rui jumped up from the sofa: "What does this mean? Can't you afford to lose?"
"You can't afford to offend the national team, so you're targeting our girls?!" Tang Hao was filled with anger. The moment he walked out of the competition venue and the singing came to him, he burst into tears - naturally, facing the audience at that time
His slender and firm figure, commanded with all his heart, was also imprinted in the emotion.
He punched it down hard. There was a muffled sound, and the soft armrest of the sofa sunk into a deep dent.
"Okay, okay." Ye Xiu was finally willing to open his eyes. He yawned heavily, propped up his elbows on the sofa, and got up unsteadily:
"Let them say whatever they want. If you lose, you will lose. If you don't yell a few words, you will be suffocated to death. If you are unhappy, just say it back - Tang Hao, since you are so angry, why don't we go to the press conference together?"
Tang Hao walked to the door silently. Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou looked at each other and nodded slightly. Yu Wenzhou stood up and said, "We don't have to go with so many people this time. Let's have a good rest. By the way, Shaotian will go together."
He paused, his eyebrows curved, and a smile that couldn't help but smile:
"What if you are also accused of 'interfering with the game in an inappropriate manner' later?"
The whole room burst into laughter.
The winner is not criticized. Even if some people are holding back their bad intentions, the atmosphere of the press conference is much more relaxed than last time. Although security and staff still need to clear the way, some reporters can't wait to rush to ask questions. Among these preemptive questions,
There is nothing sharp or deliberately critical.
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou sat down, one on the left and the other on the right. Tang Hao and Huang Shaotian were on both sides of them. The alliance press officer who was standing by them handed the first question to the reporter of E-Sports Home as usual.
"Captain Yu, how do you evaluate the Japanese team's performance in the competition?"
"The performance of the Japanese team is very exciting." Yu Wenzhou smiled and talked eloquently. Reporters from China were busy recording and videotaping each other. Although they were a little disappointed with these watertight daily answers, no one dared to protest or use more cunning methods.
The question irritated several members of the Chinese team.
——I’d rather listen to Yu Wenzhou’s clichés than provoke Ye Xiu to speak, okay?
Besides, there is Huang Shaotian here. What if Yu Wenzhou is annoyed and they simply let Huang Shaotian go?
In this foreign country, it’s hard to find a place to charge the recorder...
In such a trembling mood, the Chinese reporters' question time passed quickly. The next question was from a reporter from France. When he opened his mouth, he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously:
"I would like to ask Team Leader Ye, the Japanese team has filed a complaint with the organizing committee, accusing the Chinese team of interfering with the competition in an inappropriate way by allowing the staff to direct the chorus of songs that attack Japan. What do you think of this?"
"boom!"
The microphone jumped due to the shock. To Ye Xiu's left, Tang Hao punched the table with an angry brow:
"Is there anything that can't be sung in anti-Japanese songs! If the Japanese are disturbed because of this -"
He stood up angrily, raised his arms, and pointed straight ahead:
"That's because they heard the voices of three hundred thousand innocent souls!"
The scene suddenly fell silent. As soon as the translator's rapid narration came down, Yu Wenzhou dragged the microphone and tapped it lightly. The young captain of the Chinese team stared forward with a slight smile, and his voice was calm and gentle:
"I would like to add one more thing. Player Tang Hao's home team is Roaring and is based in Nanjing, China."
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The Chinese and foreign reporters who had just wanted to be surprised by "how can they be so violent" and "young players are so impulsive" looked at the gentle smile of the Chinese team captain, and all of them shut up.
"I can't take this anymore."
"This is obviously taking Tang Hao out to be a spearman..."
"My heart is so dirty..."
"No, although Tang Hao is from Wuxiao, he is from Yunnan..."
"Do you think our captain would say this to outsiders casually?"
In the players' lounge of the Chinese team, everyone was shaking their heads and sighing in gloating.