Accompany you to the top

When Qiu Ji brazenly wanted to touch him, before Lin Qiao could speak, Yang Yishan burst into tears: "Ah, you are injured and keep fighting, how can I not win? Don't worry, I will take it even if I die." Let's do this, or I'll find a river to jump into! Where do you still feel pain, I'll touch it for you..."

Qiu Ji was embarrassed, and quickly moved his feet away a little: "I don't need you!!!" Urging him to warm up quickly.

Lin Qiao said: "Yes, I think You Yu can win this tiebreaker. Just warm up on the sidelines and put some pressure on them, hahahahaha."

Qiu Ji: "I think so too! Hahahaha!"

You Yu played the last game very hard, but in the end he won!

Almost everyone stood up and applauded with great enthusiasm. It was the first time that the Chinese team was so close to the men's team championship...only the last round was left!

Everyone's nerves seemed to tense silently, and their fingers clenched involuntarily.

Let the Chinese team win...

Let the Chinese team win once!

This time, Yang Yishan went into battle.It was also a hard fight for five rounds, one for you and one for me, and finally came to the decisive round.In trying to save a ball, his head hit the baffle.Tears came out of his eyes, he gritted his teeth and endured it, and continued beating!

"I can't give up..." He muttered silently, as if there was some power behind him supporting him: "Qiu Ji and You Yu have done it, why can't I..."

He gripped the bat like a life-saving rope after falling off a cliff.No matter how difficult the situation is, you have to bear it.Crying and beating, you have to fight!

If even the Chinese team surrendered first, what a miracle!

He will never surrender.

One point won back, another point!

The last ball was served by Yang Yishan, and it is now 10:9. As long as they win another point, the Chinese team will win a big victory.If you lose, you have to fight for two points to win!

Yang Yishan was very nervous and kept taking deep breaths.He couldn't even hear the roar of cheering behind him.

He's out!

The last ball lands.

Yang Yishan stopped in a daze.

The white ball spins on the ground, then slowly stops.

A tsunami-like frantic shout erupted behind him!

11: 9!

Yang Yishan won!

The Chinese team won the last point of the whole game!

The commentators were so excited that their voices were trembling: "My God!!! The Chinese team won!"

Yang Yishan looked at the ball and couldn't believe that he had won!Can't believe the Chinese team really beat the Swedish team!

But the clear English sounded on the radio, the referee clenched his fist to signal, and the red flag waved wildly. All of this made him realize that he really won!He is not dreaming!

His heart almost flew out of his throat, won...

Won!

He yelled, "Ah!" He clenched his fists uncontrollably, and the rushing blood in his body hit him. His body went limp almost instantly, and he fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.The last bit of strength was lost with the fingertips.After several seconds, his rapidly beating heart calmed down a little, and then he slowly got up and shook hands with the other party.

The roars on the field drowned him like a tide.

The audience on the field was so excited!The sudden heat in their blood made them unable to control their shouting!The Chinese team, which had failed to make it to the top four, broke the biggest upset of the game and defeated the world's number one Swedish team.

"China!"

"China!"

"China!"

One sound was louder than the other, they shouted heart-piercingly, and they witnessed this legendary scene with their own eyes!They will regain the long-lost Swayling Cup!

The former king, after experiencing a series of troughs, shed his old skin like a snake, a butterfly broke its cocoon, and a phoenix was reborn from the ashes.It's different!This team of masters of the king worked together to fight a bloody road, bleeding step by step, and finally sat on his throne again!

Just as Yang Yishan finished hugging the others, suddenly a group of people rushed over, "Crying bag!!!!" Crying and laughing, they hugged him!

Qiu Ji walked the slowest, walked in front of Yang Yishan, raised his arm, and made a gesture of shaking hands: "Brother, come!"

Yang Yishan slammed his hand hard: "Don't make me cry, I will definitely take pictures later!"

"Sick, who wants you to cry!"

Qiu Ji saw You Yu standing on the side without speaking, and grabbed You Yu with his other hand and put it on top of him: "Team China, well done!"

It was rare for You Yu not to say childish, as if some emotion was stuck in his throat, preventing him from uttering any harsh words.

At the most glorious moment of the Chinese team, thousands of people cheered, the camera was filming, and the flashlight was shining.

The three hands clenched tightly.

Lin Qiao also put his hand up, "Get rid of the German team tomorrow!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

So, gradually, more hands came up.

Feeling the warmth conveyed by him, Yang Yishan burst into tears all at once, and couldn't stop it at all!

"Crying bag! Crying bag!" Shouting, the teammates threw up the crying bag.When it was Qiu Ji's turn, Qiu Ji hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't, my feet still hurt."

Lin Qiao pointed at You Yu: "Throw him away."

Qiu Ji: "Throw him away."

The teammates usually don't dare to joke with You Yu, but today they were so excited, they got the coach's order, two of them grabbed their legs and the other grabbed their hands, and threw them all at once!

"Yang Yishan!"

"You Yu!"

"Qiu Ji!"

These three names were not known by many people, or only Yang Yishan and Youyu were known.And today, at the venue of the World Table Tennis Championships, the whole world will remember——

It was they who performed the miracle.

Qiu Ji closed his eyes, listening to others calling their names.

They've worked so hard for so many years, they're scarred and weary.But they never thought about quitting.

Even if you are so tired that you lie on the ground...

Even if practice is boring...

Even if it hurts too much to sleep...

They don't give up, they are struggling.Not for anything else, just for that little bit of red.

Qiu Ji opened his eyes, looking at the huge flag flying in the auditorium, the light seemed to turn into a red shadow all of a sudden.Behind this shadow are countless people thousands of miles away.There seemed to be a thousand emotions about to rush out of him.He lowered his voice, as if talking to himself.

"We will create more miracles."

They will perform more miracles.Looking at the rising national flag, Lin Qiao thought: One day, they will wear the red national flag and stand on the Olympic arena.

The country soon began overwhelming TV broadcasts, newspapers, news, and the Internet almost exploded!Thousands of people are discussing the possibility of winning the championship!The Swedish team has been killed, let alone the German team!

Not many accompanying reporters went to Moscow, because everyone did not have any hope of winning this time.But the reporters at the scene were going crazy with excitement!They hit the jackpot!Not only witnessed the miracle with my own eyes, but also interviewed the team members!

They clenched the microphones in their hands, and their voices were trembling!

"I am very excited now, and I want to tell you a good news. The National Table Tennis Team is now a strong contender for the Swayling Cup! They just defeated the Swedish team and broke the historical record! I think everyone is also very excited! Let's go first Interview Qiu Ji! When he fell behind in two rounds, he managed to turn the tide by himself!"

Qiu Ji was chewing gum, leaning his head on Lin Qiao's arm: "Don't move, my feet hurt." While looking through his phone, he happened to find a Weibo.

"Look at this scene, Qiu Jishuai is crying!" The accompanying picture is a distorted face while playing.

Someone commented: "This picture... I'm sorry, I can't even boast that the filter is ten meters thick."

Qiu Ji exploded when he saw it, and was very angry: "Why did you take a picture of me so ugly! Who is this, so bold, dare to pretend to be my fan."

Lin Qiao said: "Let me tell you straight. I can't bear to see that you have few fans. Hurry up and buy you some zombie fans to support the scene." He glanced at the screen: "This fan may be a scam."

Qiu Ji glanced at him disdainfully, "You don't even have fans! How dare you laugh at me?" He pulled the screen: "Look, feel what a fan is!"

The comments below came one after another: "It's so handsome, what's the problem?"

"That means you should change a filter!"

"No problem, it looks good."

Lin Qiao curled his lips: "This is not called a fan, it's called being blind with your eyes open and blowing with your eyes closed."

Qiu Ji: "You are jealous! Jealous of my many fans."

Lin Qiao thought to himself, heck, this number of fans is less than one-tenth of mine back then!

The reporter holding the microphone froze. Why are these two people different from what they imagined!

She hurriedly turned around and said to the photographer: "Forget it, let's interview someone else first." She patted her chest: "Fortunately, it's not a live broadcast..."

The photographer felt sorry for Qi Qiran, and nodded in agreement: "Fortunately, it's not a live broadcast."

"I just said, why no one interviewed Qiu Ji, it's strange."

Walking to Yang Yishan's side, seeing that he was still wiping away his tears, the reporter had a headache for a while, but turned back to the cameraman and said, "Next, next."

Only You Yu was relatively normal. Sure enough, when he came to see him, reporters were already surrounded.He smiled and nodded: "Yes, the next goal is to win the championship. We will definitely go all out."