In the cheers of the audience, everyone in GH took off their headphones and walked towards the backstage with great strides.
Compared with the lively atmosphere of the scene, the lounge is obviously much cooler.
As soon as Jing Yuanzhou entered the door, he saw Lin Yan lying on the sofa with a thermos cup.
He obviously found a more comfortable position, covered with a pink fleece blanket, his expression didn't seem to have improved much, and the bottom of his eyes was burned with a little redness.
When I looked back, I was somewhat dull and stupefied for a moment, and then I smiled: "Everyone played well."
The voice sounded much lower than before.
Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help but frown: "Pour some hot water for you again?"
Lin Yan really didn't want to move at all, and even the incomparably accumulated game on the field just now failed to arouse his emotions.
Lying there with no strength, after saying "um", he obediently handed the thermos over.
The videographer who shot the footage happened to follow him with the camera in hand, and such an interaction was captured without fail.
Luo Mo stood beside him and turned his head inadvertently, and immediately reacted.
Very quickly, he politely invited out the staff who followed up: "I'm sorry, I'm going to discuss tactics soon, please go out first, go out first!"
Soon, only GH people were left in the entire lounge.
The rest time is very short. Drink water for a while, adjust your emotions, adjust your emotions, go to the bathroom, go to the bathroom, and do not delay at all.
Lin Yan took the thermos cup that was refilled with hot water and took a sip.
When he looked up, he realized that Jing Yuanzhou had unpacked the cold medicine beside him.
After taking two capsules, he handed them over: "You can't keep it like this, you still have to take the medicine."
Lin Yan frowned, "I've already drank the granules."
Jing Yuanzhou's attitude was very tough this time, and he directly shoved the medicine into his hand: "The effect of Chinese patent medicine is too slow. If you don't want me to be distracted on the field, just be obedient."
Lin Yan is not a person who is easily threatened, but Jing Yuanzhou's words are so irritating and hot, and he is particularly precise in grasping his weakness.
Just like that, his eyes turned on the body in front of him, and finally the corner of his mouth was lowered a little, and he lowered his head.
I don't know why, but when such an action falls into my eyes, there is an inexplicable feeling of grievance.
The visual effect was a bit critical, as if a hand scratched lightly in his heart, almost making Jing Yuanzhou unable to hold back the serious expression on his face.
The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and before Jian Ye walked in, the voice came in quickly: "Guess who I just met in the bathroom?"
Lin Yan glanced back and didn't say a word. He didn't look very happy just after taking the medicine, with a lazy look on his face with no interest.
This time Jing Yuanzhou really couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on Lin Yan's head. He felt the other party's anger and avoidance, and a smile finally appeared in his eyes.
How should I put it, a big coach is really good-natured after being ill, but he is cute and naive.
Gu Luo next to him was still cheering, and he asked Jian Ye in coordination, "Who is it?"
Jian Ye: "I met Wuhoo!"
The sip of water that Bi Yaohua had just drank almost spit out: "Cough... how rare is this? Go? We are fighting Three today, and Wuhoo is of course on the field!"
"That's not what I meant." Jian Ye suddenly paused when he said this, and slowly swept around, "I didn't pay attention to the opposite war zone before, but when I met this time, I saw... I got several pieces of wound cream, and I was a little scared."
Bi Yaohua stopped there while holding the mineral water: "Injury cream? What, Wuhoo is injured?"
The words fell, and the surroundings were slightly quiet for a moment.
"They're all professional players, and it's normal to have any kind of illness." Jing Yuanzhou lightly broke the delicate atmosphere, "Especially in the shooter position, there are more operations that need to be performed in each game than other positions. A lot, the load on the hand is naturally larger, not surprising."
Bi Yaohua's expression was complicated: "So Wuhoo has a hand injury, I still..."
Gu Luo comforted: "Brother Force, everyone is an opponent, you should go all out when you are on the field, it's not your fault."
Jian Ye helped: "That is, being kind to your opponent is the greatest cruelty to yourself. You really don't need to be burdened with thoughts."
"Why don't you blame me? Why don't you have the burden of thinking?" Bi Yaohua put the mineral water bottle on the table, heartbroken, "Fuck, I never thought that I was so abused on the field by a person with a hand injury. I can't even match the word "vegetable"!"
The GH team members who are preparing to continue to comfort: "???"
The more Bi Yaohua thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt: "If only Wuhoo was in his prime, it would have been great, but now he is playing with an injury, and I played like this bird in the lane. Nima, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm such a rubbish! I really don’t need to say it to the sunspots. I have the face to pretend to be forced during the live broadcast. Now I feel like I’m really eating. I don’t deserve to be in the finals. I should go home and eat shit. !"
Chen Yushen: "... You don't need to scold yourself so hard."
Seeing Bi Yaohua was not because he knew Wuhoo's hand hurt his heart, and the others were somewhat relieved.
Although a bit ruthless, this arena is really not suitable for excessive sympathy.
As for the hobby that forced the king to scold him, it's okay to listen to it, you don't need to worry too much.
Jing Yuanzhou also withdrew his gaze, and when he lowered his eyes, he noticed Lin Yan's thoughtful eyes: "What's the point of this?"
"Although I'm sorry, but it's really not my style to find out the opponent's weaknesses but not to target them." Although Lin Yan was confused, but at this time, when he recalled the process of the last game, he was more or less aware. come over.
At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and laughed softly, "Three should think about ending today's game soon... I'm very sorry, I can only make them feel a little bit uncomfortable."
The torment brought by illness to professional players has never been rare, but this field has always been very cruel. Regardless of its own reasons, the final result is the most real.
There are no excuses, and no excuses are accepted, and esports never needs any sympathy.
In the final analysis, the weak eat the strong, and the winner is king.
The intermission time ended soon, and the players from both sides appeared again.
From the big screen, it can be seen that Lin Yan leaned almost half of his body on Jing Yuanzhou, holding that hand tightly before walking into the battle area.
Such a picture fell into the eyes of the audience, and could not help but talk about it for a while.
Commentator A's tone of voice was surprised: "This... I said before that the state of Coach Lin seemed a little wrong. Now it seems that he is really sick?"
At this moment, I saw that the director took all the shots and gave Wuhoo a close-up on Three's side.
Although some people did capture a few blurry shots during the game just now, but as the hand with the ointment clearly appeared in the center of the big screen, there was an uproar in the Three's fan camp, and some people's eyes were even wider. It was instantly red.
Feeling this kind of atmosphere, the commentator B also had a somewhat complicated mood: "What's going on with Wuhoo's hand... Three didn't seem to have disclosed any news before, maybe it's not too serious, right?"
That's what I said, but the specifics are not serious. In fact, only the players themselves and the club themselves know.
The director retracted the camera and passed over the players on both sides.
It can be found that the faces of all the players on the two sides are unprecedentedly severe.
The rushing barrage in the live broadcast room has almost completely covered the interface.
[What's going on, the finals are over, each team has a wounded? 】
[Coach Lin doesn’t play, so for GH, the impact is definitely not as big as Wuhoo’s for Three, right? 】
[Don't you just stick a few pieces of wound cream, why make such a fuss? My mom still sticks several pieces on her waist every day! 】
[Is it a three-point poison, don't you know? If this kind of critical game is really not serious, who would post these and play! 】
【What happened to Coach Lin? No wonder that the aura of the Jing team is a bit strong today. Is it because the coach is sick? 】
[The spirit is really not very good, the mental work of the coach, the fever will affect the tactical layout. 】
[I feel so sorry for Wuhu, I have put so many plaster on it, I don't know what it does, does it really hurt my hand? 】
[Fuck, this year's autumn competition is the last, what's going on, is it necessary to make it so tragic! 】
Among the discussions, the BP session officially started.
Lin Yan was so dizzy in the end. Compared with the calm and sureness of the previous games, this time the BP part was very slow.
Several times it was almost a choice made at a stuck point.
He was leaning on the back of the gaming chair so that he could barely stabilize his shaky body. When he spoke, his heavy breath hit the headset again and again, becoming the only background sound in the entire team's voice.
No one spoke during the entire BP process, not even Bi Yaohua said a word, strictly abiding by the arrangements of his own coach.
As both sides of the battle completed the hero selection, the lineup of the second game was gradually displayed in front of the audience.
The commentator compared the situation on both sides, and took a breath: "GH's side... It's completely ready to target Wuhoo to the end!"
Before the words fell, and before the next analysis was carried out, the voice was completely engulfed by the exclamations of the audience.
Originally, Lin Yan was about to end the game after finishing the BP session, but the next time he stumbled, Jing Yuanzhou quickly pulled him.
In the crowd, he slammed into the man's familiar embrace.
The director's shot happened to be cut, and the whole was included in it, and it was put on the big screen like this.
The scene at this moment seemed to be static, Lin Yan's whole body was buried in Jing Yuanzhou's chest, and at a glance, ambiguity grew.
The screams erupted even more fiercely.
Lin Yan was already dizzy, but after such a turn, he only felt more dizzy.
Before he could react to what was going on, he was stunned by the high-pitched screams from the audience.
He looked up in hindsight, and happened to meet Shangjing Yuanzhou's line of sight.
The man's eyes were deep, and although his voice was completely submerged in the screams, he could only discern the words he said by the shape of his lips: "Go back and rest well, on the field, just leave it to me."
The author has something to say: Team Jing: The championship trophy is also handed over to me.