"...So, this is the general reaction of the foreign media." Yu Wenzhou put down the tablet he had just finished reading the news on, took out the thermometer that Zhang Xinjie had held for three minutes, and handed it to the team doctor. Ye Xiu also came over and took it from the team doctor.
The dry towel was handed over, and he tucked Zhang Xinjie into bed as instructed, turned around and asked:
"How about it?"
"37 degrees 8." The team doctor took the thermometer, squinted his eyes and slowly turned it towards the light: "The fever is starting to subside."
Yu Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief: "It will be fine if the fever can be reduced. The next step is to drink more water and get more rest..." He turned to the team doctor: "That's right?"
"That's right." The team doctor shook the thermometer, put it back in the medicine box, and began to write down the medical instructions: "Take the antipyretic medicine after 4 hours. If the fever has not gone away, take another one until the body temperature is lower than 36.7. Sweating a lot.
Not much? Wipe your sweat, change your underwear, change the quilt if necessary, and keep warm. If you want to eat dinner, eat something light. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to. At worst, you can give me glucose water. I have plenty here."
"Okay, thank you doctor!"
"Thank you, doctor! If I have any questions, I'll ask you again!"
Qin Muyun and Song Qiying, who were waiting in the corner, jumped up immediately and followed suit to send the doctor out. Yu Wenzhou accompanied him for a few steps. When he came back to see, Zhang Xinjie was still wrapped in the quilt drowsily, with his eyes half-open and half-closed. They were stuffed with corners.
He was neat and tidy, just as he was when Yu Wenzhou came in to see him at noon, and he was still the same now. It was obvious that he was sleeping very honestly, without kicking the quilt at all, let alone being able to turn around while sleeping like some people.
There was sweat on his forehead, and his usually neatly combed bangs stuck to his forehead, and his face was lifeless and pale. Ye Xiu stuffed the dry towel into his bed, but he didn't see him reaching out to take it, as if
I fell asleep as soon as I took off the thermometer.
Yu Wenzhou took a closer look, then made a gesture to Ye Xiu, and the two of them tiptoed to exit. Suddenly, they heard Zhang Xinjie say in a low voice: "..."
"What?"
"It would be nice if they thought so too..."
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou smiled at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
The four great tactician masters usually know the end immediately after mentioning the beginning. Often, in the middle of a sentence, the other three people can pick up the sentence. After Zhang Xinjie fell ill, the Chinese team immediately reported to the organizing committee and applied for a replacement.
People, part of the consideration is to release the news as soon as possible - the weaker the Chinese team is, the fewer points it can get; if the Japanese team, seeing hope of qualifying, can fight hard, they can steal one more point from the German team.
points, the pressure on the Chinese team will be reduced by one point.
If this was normal, everyone would have an idea here, and everyone there would understand it. Now that Yu Wenzhou has been reading the foreign media news for so long, he only heard Zhang Xinjie's answer, which shows that he is seriously ill - he is thinking about things very slowly.
At this level, if the stone does not turn, it will become the Zhang does not turn.
However, it is slow to be slow, after all, I can still use my brain, which shows that it is almost healed.
Yu Wenzhou's exit stopped in place. Ye Xiu quickly walked back to the bedside:
"Do not worry?"
"Um……"
"I know you won't be relieved if you don't listen. Okay, sleep peacefully - don't think about the competition, I'm here!"
Zhang Xinjie tried his best to smile and slowly closed his eyes. Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou quietly stepped back to the door. They waited for the two Tyranny juniors who sent the team doctor to come back and whispered a few words before going down to have dinner together.
After dinner, we took a short break, and in the blink of an eye, it was half past seven. Thirteen players from the national team gathered in the conference room, but the room was quiet except for the laptop fans, one by one, humming softly.
The team members held their breath attentively. Yu Wenzhou stood on top and interpreted the tactical guesses of each team one by one, from the German team, to the Japanese team, to the Swedish team they will face tomorrow:
"...The Swedish team currently has 17 points and ranks first in the group. With the current score, Sweden can guarantee the first place in the group as long as it scores 2 points in the third game. So, if I were the captain of the Swedish team,
I will arrange the strong players in the early individual competitions to lock the score in advance and try to reduce the consumption of the players."
"This can be considered good news for us."
Yu Wenzhou's statement ended here. The young captain of the national team looked calm and calm, and even had a slight smile on his face, as if he was trying to make the atmosphere lighter - even though everyone knew that, let alone the seriousness of the situation, this was it.
The speculation itself was definitely not pleasant for Yu Wenzhou.
——In the final game of the eighth season, Blue Rain lost to Samsara. In that Samsara, all strong players came out. In the first game, Zhou Zekai, the second game, Lu Boyuan, and the third game, Jiang Botao, all scored three points.
Seize the victory in advance in the individual competition.
...And the way Yu Wenzhou talks eloquently now seems like the past, and it has no impact on his current mood at all.
There was silence for a moment. Yu Wenzhou turned around and returned to his seat. Ye Xiu stood up and stood in front of the stage and concluded his speech:
"Although the Japanese team may try its best, we cannot place our hopes on others. The worst situation we face is that the Japanese team completely gives up and the German team scores all 10 points."
More than one person was calculating quickly. But Ye Xiu had already continued: "In this case, if we want to qualify, we must get 10 points from the Swedish team - even if we only get 9 points, the Chinese team and Germany
If the two teams have 19 points, the Chinese team will also lose the chance to qualify according to the rules of relative victory if the points are tied."
He paused and looked around silently. An oppressive silence fell quietly, and everyone who met his eyes gritted their teeth and straightened their bodies:
"So, our policy tomorrow is to grab as many points as possible and try not to lose a single point. - Wang Jiexi, in the second game of the singles competition, there will also be a team competition. Are there any problems?"
"The first single match."
Wang Jiexi's voice was calm. Ye Xiu frowned slightly and did not answer immediately. The two people's eyes silently collided in the air. Ye Xiu's eyes were filled with assessment and persuasion. Wang Jiexi's expression was calm, but he was so calm that he could not even look back.
, determined to move forward indomitably——
Although they judged that the Swedish team would do well in the individual competition, the first and second games were different after all. The victory or defeat in the first game had a great impact on the team's momentum. If the Swedish team was as they predicted
Thinking of it, the one who plays in the first game must be the top player in the team!
Just like Zhou Zekai stood at the front in the eighth season finals, just like in the tenth season finals, Ye Xiu stood at the front game after game!
——So, I want to play the first game.
So what if the opponent is strong, so what if the cost is high?
At this time, the magician should be the first to step forward!
"...Okay, Wang Jiexi, the first game of the singles competition, the team competition." After a moment of silent exchange, Ye Xiu finally nodded: "Xiao Zhou, the first game of the group competition, and then the team competition, are there any problems?"
"No."
There was no shyness or hesitation. The only words that came out of the gun king's mouth were two simple and decisive words.
"Okay - the next match is against the Swedish team, single match: Wang Jiexi, Sun Xiang, Tang Hao; group match: Zhou Zekai, Fang Rui, Huang Shaotian;"
Ye Xiu named the names one by one. Everyone he named pursed their lips and nodded neatly:
"Team competition: Sun Xiang, Zhou Zekai, Wang Jiexi, Li Xuan, Zhang Jiale, I won't turn to the field if I take the stone. Is there any problem?"