The players from both sides entered the waiting room on time, and the audience cheered enthusiastically, except for Zhang Jiayan.
Yao Jun was greeted by the director and learned that Zhang Jiayan was pushed downstairs by fans and is now heading to the hospital.
He remembered that Zhang Jiayan ran up to the commentary a week ago to give Shen Huai the gauntlet, and he was not happy.
He knows that the competition committee will definitely compensate for this, and the fan can't escape the blame, but what's the use of more people taking responsibility? In the annual national finals, how many years can a player's career have next year
He sighed and returned to the commentary, "I'm sorry to tell everyone that Team Yan had an accident and could not participate in the game. Tonight WG will be led by Vice Captain Jia Yunge."
As soon as these words came out, the entire auditorium was blown up, and there was a buzz in the audience, and some fans shouted excitedly, "Impossible! I saw the Yan team enter!"
The barrage in the live broadcast room was not much better, and WG fans swiped question marks all over the screen.
[what's the situation? Can't get on the team? Is there still a fight if the team is not on the team?]
[What an accident! What happened to the team! !]
[how is this possible! Team Yan is most looking forward to the battle with Yushen, how could they not play!]
[Hahaha 6666! God escape! What an accident, I think I'm afraid!]
[Maple moon powder gather some morals! Fans on the front line said that an ambulance had just driven into the venue, and we thought we were stopped by the staff of the competition committee. They carried a person out from the back door. There were too many people around and it was hard to see their faces. Something went wrong.]
[ambulance? ? What the hell happened to the team!]
The scene and the live broadcast room were a bit chaotic, Yao Jun tried his best to control the rhythm, "Team Yan had an accident in the venue and has been sent to the hospital for treatment, and there is no life-threatening situation. I hope everyone can calm down and put their worries away from Team Yan. That translates into support for WG, please join me in cheering for WG, okay?"
He stood up and raised his fist towards the audience, "WG, come on!"
A sparse voice sounded from the audience, "WG, come on."
Seeing that the momentum was not up, Niu Niu also shouted, "WG, come on!!"
"WG, come on!"
After shouting three times in a row, the audience's mood stabilized. Yao Jun burst out, "WG is the best!"
"WG is the best!"
Some emotional viewers shed tears, and fans in the live broadcast room also prayed for Zhang Jiayan.
[Sent to the hospital... It's actually true! Does anyone know the inside story? Ask for information! I was scratching my head wondering why something happened when I entered the venue! !]
[how so! ! Last year, WG won the third place, and the team was unwilling. It took a whole year to talk about winning the championship this year, but this happened in the semi-finals. How can you let us accept it!]
[W, come on! WG is the best!]
[Bless the Yan team safe! There must be no accident!]
[Blessing Team! WG cheers! Don't give up if the team is not there!]
The shouting from the audience was really the biggest encouragement to everyone in WG, and some team members had red eyes.
Liang Minghui's eyes swept over his teammates who were downcast, and saw Jia Yunge, who was usually inseparable from the captain, sitting alone on the sofa, he clenched his fists.
The captain is not there, and vice-team Jia doesn't speak. He is the only one who can organize the overall situation. He must quickly get everyone back to their state.
He was thinking about what to say when Zhang Jiayan's voice suddenly came from his ear.
"come on!"
"team leader?!"
Everyone turned around in surprise, but found that the doll in Jia Yun's singer was pronounced, which was a common phrase recorded by Zhang Jiayan so that Jia Yunge, who doesn't like to talk, could communicate with everyone.
Jia Yunge pressed the button a few more times, and Zhang Jiayan's voice came one after another, "Come on", "Come on"!
"Deputy Jia..."
The most uncomfortable thing about the captain's accident must be Vice-team Jia. Even he is cheering for everyone. Why are they depressed
Liang Minghui clapped his hands and said loudly, "Face the camera and gather!"
The crowd immediately lined up in front of the camera.
"bow!"
The six people bent down neatly and gave the most sincere response to the audience who cheered for them. There was a burst of thunderous applause and cheers.
It's easy to revive WG's morale, and Maple Moon's side is the real dead spirit.
Although Zhang Jiayan's accident had nothing to do with them, it really happened right in front of them. It was obvious that they cheered each other on one second, and made an appointment to go to dinner together, but the next second, there was an accident.
They all know what it means to lose the semi-finals, which means that WG can only get the third place at most, and there is no chance to turn over again.
For the short hours of the playoffs, each of them has worked hard for a whole year. They can't lose this game, but if they are heart-to-heart, the pain is simply unbearable.
Without Zhang Jiayan's WG, isn't this taking advantage of others' danger
Self-blame, guilt, annoyance, worry, all kinds of complex emotions filled their hearts, and the cheers and applause of the audience pierced their chests like sharp swords.
How important this game is to Zhang Jiayan, how uncomfortable everyone's heart is.
Especially Shen Huai.
He was silent, staring for a long time at the door leading to the soundproof room.
The woman who rushed up was his fan, and Zhang Jiayan was pushed down the stairs to protect him. He knew how much Zhang Jiayan valued this game. He ran up to the commentary and gave himself the gauntlet. The way he shook hands was always in front of his eyes.
In the end, it turned into the sentence Zhang Jiayan said before he left.
- Don't let the water go.
Shen Huai's heart was in a mess, as if it was crushed and uncomfortable.
He used to be able to calm down when it happened to him in the past, but this time it was different. The victim was Zhang Jiayan, or because of himself.
He hadn't slept well for a week for this duel, not to mention Zhang Jiayan, who has always worked hard? I am afraid that the efforts he has put in are even more than he is, but it is ruined here.
Shen Huai really doesn't know how to release water, but it's hard to go all out.
The atmosphere in the waiting room was so dull that everyone knew it would not go on like this, but no one could say words of encouragement.
Brother Kun was heartbroken and said loudly, "Everyone cheer up! We are all heartbroken by Team Yan's accident, but there are no brothers on the field, and we are the ones who will lose if we go on like this! Even without Team Yan, WG's strength is strong. Don't underestimate it either! We flew thousands of miles from Shanghai to Beijing, isn't it for the championship?"
No one speaks.
Song Xueyang had long expected that any words were useless, because everyone understood the truth, but it was precisely because he knew that he had to win, that his heart was tormented.
He watched his teammates calmly, and he knew very well that they would only lose game by game.
In the beginning, I didn't want to bully the weak, and I didn't want to do my best from the bottom of my heart, but losing the game would not bring relief, but the self-blame of betraying my teammates.
Even more frightening is that failure will usher in applause.
Nobody wants them to win.
The captain was unable to participate in the game due to an unexpected situation. The team members united and fought bravely to bring the trophy to the captain who was lying in the hospital bed.
This is the plot that everyone wants to see, and they are like the hateful villains in this script, and they have become a stumbling block on the road of the righteous.
It's not that Song Xueyang has not led the team to play other teams' home games, but this game was the most difficult away game in his career.
At this time, the WG people bowed to the audience, and there was an overwhelming applause from the audience.
Everyone turned their heads to watch this scene silently, and Niuniu's voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone.
"Let's cheer for WG! We are all WG fans tonight!"
Brother Kun is desperate.
He can understand that the commentator had to do this in order to control the fans at the scene, and he can understand everyone's sympathy for WG's experience and cheering them on.
But who will help them
"Brother Kun."
Song Xueyang came over, he was still smiling, as if nothing could overwhelm him, and Brother Kun grabbed his arm as if he saw a life-saving straw.
Song Xueyang patted his hand soothingly, "I put the earphones in the lounge, can you bring them over for me?"
Brother Kun was stunned.
Is now the time to get your headphones
But he soon lit up, yes! earphone!
As long as you plug your ears and don't listen to the sounds outside, you can ensure that the state will not get worse!
He immediately ordered people to go to the lounge, searched and found seven pairs of earphones, "Come here, everyone put on the earphones."
"Brother Kun, don't do this, we're fine." Hai Xing felt awkward looking at the headphones in his hand.
Escape is a cowardly act.
Brother Kun glared, "Are you alright like that? If you do, you'd be jumping three feet high!"
He put the earphones in Shi Yi, and Shi kept hiding behind Zhou Ning, "Brother Kun, I don't want either."
"Zhou Ning, come here!"
Zhou Ning was thinking about how to refuse when Song Xueyang held Brother Kun's hand.
"Didn't I say just bring mine?"
He took his own headphones from Brother Kun, and they were the couple models that Shen Huai bought for his birthday.
Brother Kun was about to say how a pair of headphones for seven people would be enough, when Song Xueyang threw a bomb.
"I won't be playing tonight."
The waiting room was silent for a moment.
Brother Kun was dumbfounded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Song Xueyang's nonsense was not finished yet.
"I won't arrange players, and I won't direct you to play team battles. Everyone likes evenly matched games, and so do I."
It seemed like he was being self-willed, but everyone knew that Song Xueyang just wanted to make them feel better.
Starfish muttered, "Captain..."
Zhou Ning advised, "Fox, you don't have to do this, everyone wants to win."
Song Xueyang smiled without saying a word.
He prefers to win.
He also owes Shen Huai a championship.
If there was another way, he wouldn't choose this way, but now any words are useless, he has to do it.
"Shen Huai," he turned his head and whispered, "I'll leave it to you."
After speaking, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass on the side near the audience, put on headphones, turned up the volume to the maximum, and spread out the notebook where he usually recorded tactics on his lap.
Brother Kun was so angry that he rushed in front of him and shouted, "What kind of temper do you have? You won't play if you don't want to play at such a critical time? Is it true that Fengyue opened it in your house? I said no!"
Song Xueyang could no longer hear. He lowered his head and wrote something in the notebook with the pen in his hand. In that way, Shen Huai passed by his room in the middle of the night countless times, and saw him writing at his desk.
Shen Huai's throat moved, and an indescribable soreness stuck in his throat, which was uncomfortable, but the pain in his heart was relieved a lot.
Of course, what happened to Team Yan made him distressed, but Song Xueyang's concession also made him distressed.
Zhang Jiayan paid a lot for this competition, and Song Xueyang didn't. It could even be said that everyone who came to participate in the national competition had a reason to win.
His gaze towards Song Xueyang changed.
The more difficulties Shen Huai went through, the more he realized that even if they were both top players in the first echelon of "City of Despair", Song Xueyang's forbearance and strength were beyond his reach.
Five games have been selected on the big screen, and the first game is 1V1.
Brother Kun was still persevering in persuading Song Xueyang, but Shen Huai suddenly made up his mind, his voice was resolute and decisive, "1v1 comes according to previous habits, I, Shiyi, Zhou Ning will play, the single ring is Fengyue's best mode, the first A must win."
Everyone's eyes turned to Song Xueyang behind Shen Huai. He was quietly looking at his notebook, ignoring what was happening around him. He tapped his index finger on the notebook to the beat of the music, and then picked up his pen to write rustlingly. .
They all understood that if Song Xueyang really let go, if he wanted to win tonight, he could only rely on himself!
"it is good!"
"Can."
"no problem!"
The sound of the response was full of power, making Brother Kun beside him stunned.
The two sides submitted the list of players. The person who submitted the list on WG's side was Liang Minghui, and the one on Fengyue's side was Shen Huai.
The roster for the first ring match was quickly displayed on the big screen.
Maple Moon Team: Shen Huai, Shi Yi, Zhou Ning.
WG team: Jia Yunge, Liang Minghui, Fang Ze.
Shen Huai strode towards the soundproof room, holding the door handle but did not move.
He paused for two seconds to withdraw his hand, turned around in the eyes of everyone's doubts, and walked straight to Song Xueyang.
Song Xueyang raised his head.
Shen Huai opened his hands.
Song Xueyang smiled, put away the notebook, got up and hugged him tightly.
The piercing applause and shouting from the waiting room seemed to disappear, only Song Xueyang whispered softly, "Come on."
This is the first time Shen Huai has participated in the competition with such a heavy and complicated heart, but his heart is no longer confused.
To win, you have to win with your team.
We had to tell Song Xueyang the moment he took off his earphones that we won.
This is his script.