my soulmate is a free man

Everyone thought that Mao Xunfeng was not as good as Li Ling, because Li Ling had always been the team's main setter before.

But first of all, Mao Xunfeng was the original main setter, and Er Leng was the backup one.

Secondly, today's two rounds of the Chinese team were based on a defensive battle with 1 point and 1 point, not by Li Lingshen.

Snapped.

Mao Xunfeng made a light lob and played a second attack. Dario hurried to catch the ball, and finally raised it, but the ball did not reach enough height. Finally, the raised ball and the net There was an intimate contact, and it slid down to the ground.

Relying on the leading advantage accumulated before, the Chinese team took the second game without any risk at 26:24.

While rubbing his knees, Li Ling muttered, "It's over, this is really embarrassing."

Min Yaoyang laughed: "Aren't Brother Cat, Brother Wu, and Brother Xiaofeng and I always embarrassed?"

Li Ling was startled, and turned to look at them, only to realize that the people on the bench, like him, are the main players in their respective provincial teams, but when it comes to the national team, they are full of outstanding players who are not inferior to them. Players, even if they worked very, very hard, they couldn't get the starting position.

When they played before, most of them were rotated when Qin Chunxiao, Qiao Mingming, Fu Biyang and other main players were exhausted.

They are backups.

As for Li Ling, even he himself admitted that if Mao Xunfeng hadn't been injured, it would be very difficult for a nerve knife like him to get the starting lineup.

Competitive sports have always been cruel, and the competition is so fierce that everyone is desperately trying, so in the end it is luck and talent that determine the future, and sometimes luck is more than talent, just like Qiao Mingming and Tong Shulan, both of whom are [-] meters tall at their peak As a quasi-divine beast, Qiao Mingming could continue to jump, but Tong Shulan's upper limit was artificially destroyed in half.

The only fortunate thing is that volleyball can allow six people to stand on the court, and others can also be rotated on the field. The victory is due to everyone, and they can share the glory.

Li Ling finally let go of his unwillingness, and turned his head to look at the court. Compared with him, Mao Xunfeng should be the one who is more unwilling. He was originally the main setter, but because of a dislocated finger, he was crushed in one fell swoop. After being on the bench for so long, I watched Li Ling shine on the court.

There are also Du Xiaofeng and Xiong Wu, these two serious free agents are not as good as Qin Chunxiao in the number of passes, just because their ability is not strong enough for Qin Chunxiao, so they are more often suppressed by the coach in the backcourt , or Qin Chunxiao went up to the back row when it was his turn to the front row.

However, in the third game, the Chinese team played more and more difficultly, and they lost the game.

In the fourth game, they continued to fight, but the score continued to fall behind. At 17:19, Italy had already led by 2 points.

Viewers watching the live broadcast in China were also discussing anxiously.

[What to do, Li Ling is the setter who has worked with the team for almost all the schedules, and the tacit understanding between Brother Mao and the others is obviously not that high! 】

[Yeah, brother Mao is stable and basically can't make mistakes, but many cooperations that require tacit understanding to play are not so smooth. 】

[He has been out of touch with the team for too long due to dislocation! 】

It's not that Mao Xunfeng is bad, there is nothing wrong with his performance, and it is not easy to come out with injuries, but not performing well enough is already a big problem.

Louis also noticed this, the new setter's ball path is much more predictable than elang's ball path.

Where will the ball of the nerve knife float, even he himself can't tell where it will go, let alone the opponent, Mao Xunfeng is different, he is the kind of textbook setter, and the pass is extremely accurate and has a good sense of space , There will be no mistakes, but correspondingly, his style of play is honest, and the efficiency of deceiving opponents to block is not high.

This is Louis' most restrained setter.

Mao Xunfeng passed the ball to Qiao Mingming, Aizmat, and Liuyuelou several times, but the probability of being successfully blocked by the opponent gradually increased. He felt anxious and his fingers ached.

The World Youth Championship kicked off on June 6.23. It has not even been a week since he was injured, and the injury has not healed at all.

When he was in a hurry, the pass also made mistakes. Aizmat, who was smashing the ball on the net, saw that the ball was only passed to the height of his chest. He could only stare at the big eyes of the copper bell, and elbowed the ball with a hideous and panicked face. Across the net.

In this case, it is good that the ball can pass the net, but if Aizmat didn't react just now, the ball might have slid along Aizmat's chest and directly caused the Chinese team to lose points due to mistakes.

Aizmaiti was also thankful in his heart, fortunately, he had been tortured by the jerk's convulsion ball recently, and his resilience had risen several levels, otherwise he would not be able to react.

The Italian team was overjoyed and seized this opportunity to attack quickly.

The main attacker on the opposite side simply hit the ball to the bottom line, Qin Chunxiao chased after him, but he still couldn't catch up.

17:20 already.

Qin Chunxiao punched unhappily, wiped the sweat off his face with his collar, and had adjusted his mentality when he walked back to the center of the court. There is never a ball that can be received 100% in this world. Just keep working hard for the next ball.

Li Ling looked at Newton, showing the smile of a 1.9-meter man who thought he was cute, trying to pass the test: "Coach~"

He wants to play.

Newton: "No."

There are many players in this world who are determined and desperate to die, but there are only a few who can't die. If Li Ling's physical examination report can be as tough as Qin Chunxiao's, and just looking at it can make the coach sleep peacefully, Newton It is not possible to listen to Qin Chunxiao's words and insist on leaving Li Ling on the bench at the critical moment of the final.

Mao Xunfeng frowned, and apologized to his teammates guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Qiao Mingming wanted to comfort him, but Qin Chunxiao slapped Mao Xunfeng's waist.

Although Team Qiao suspected that this was because his deputy team couldn't take more pictures, they still kept their mouths shut and watched Qin Chunxiaoxun's second pass.

Qin Chunxiao raised his head, and said in a gentle tone: "The quality of my first pass in this game is not good. I can't help it. I am too tired and my accuracy has dropped a bit. If I push you a little higher, you can run a few more steps until you reach the goal. I set the ball under the ball."

Mao Xunfeng understood Qin Chunxiao's meaning: "You want to slow down?"

Qin Chunxiao: "Otherwise? No matter how fast I chase the ball, I will end up exhausted first. What would you do without me?"

The whole team couldn't say the phrase "It's cold without you", because they all knew that without Qin Baba, this game would be very, very difficult to play.

Fu Biyang also kept wiping away his sweat: "It doesn't matter if you slow down the pace. We can't play fast breaks anymore after we're stunned. Brother Mao, you give as many balls as possible to me, the captain, and June Lou. We have great strength. The ball point is high, and it is okay to forcefully break the block."

Aizmaiti: "The task of blocking the net is more entrusted to me."

Teammates redistributed the possession of the ball with each other. Mao Xunfeng swallowed, panted, and wanted to say something, but Qiao Mingming had already reached out his hand again.

"Come!"

Folding hands covered in sweat, it was a bit hot, but Mao Xunfeng didn't have time to dislike it, so he put his hands on it too.

There has never been smooth sailing in the arena, and it doesn't matter if you encounter setbacks, just pick yourself up and keep going!

Mao Xunfeng thinks that he is indeed not the best kind of setter. His ball has been disliked and rigid since middle school. In order to get rid of this problem, he desperately reads all kinds of games and memorizes all kinds of balls. Do imagery training in your mind to simulate how to deal with various enemies.

After so many years of preparation, he finally entered the national youth team and got the status of the starting setter.

It's not over yet.

Mao Xunfeng stared closely at the opponent, thinking, this match is by no means over.

The secondary attacker of the Italian team stood at position 1, and mercilessly sent a strong jump serve from a tricky angle. The next moment, the ball was pushed high by Qin Chunxiao.

Mao Xunfeng ran under the ball, raised his head, looked at the ball intently, raised his hands, and the ball was falling.

The ball is passed to... "3!"

Qiao Mingming jumped from outside the three-meter line, jumping extremely high. His huge figure seemed to be riding the wind. His abdominal muscles were stretched under the flying hem. His right arm was swung high. With the strength of his core, he His arm swung like a whip, and he drew heavily on the ball, causing the volleyball to fly straight ahead.

Louis took off at the right time, but the heavy volleyball grazed his middle finger, hit the ground heavily, and flew to the auditorium again.

18:20!The Chinese team started to catch up.

Louis landed, and while blowing on his middle finger, he looked back at the volleyball thrown back by the audience. He raised his hand to catch the volleyball with one hand and lowered his eyes.

"Amazing."

Obviously the current setter is not as unpredictable as elang, but they can still cooperate with such a strong attack, and the setter that seems easy to bully has been adjusted so quickly.

As expected of a player who can enter the national youth team, there is really no one to deal with.

Dario got up from the ground. He failed to catch up with the ball just now, but he was not discouraged in the slightest. He just looked at Qiao Mingming and smiled slightly: "As expected, he is the person Coach Lorenzo has set his eyes on two years ago."

But he still prefers Biyang Fu's type.

Dario raised his voice and called out, "Louis?"

Louis came back to his senses and walked back to his place.

The young players of the two teams looked at each other and felt the strong will of the other.

At this time, the Chinese team finally won the right to serve. Qin Chunxiao stood in position 1 and patted the ball.

Come on, let them continue to fight for strength and toughness, and see who is the final champion!

The ball floated high, and the blue-eyed boy jumped lightly. With a heavy slap with his left hand, the ball quickly flew towards the opposite baseline, but was caught by Dario.

The eyes of the two defensive gates met in the air, and Dario smiled provocatively. He pressed his hands together, and the ball flew into the hands of the setter. After chasing, a double block was formed.

Louis dunked desperately, but the ball was finally stopped by the iron wall on the opposite side.

The Chinese team blocked the score!

Fu Biyang and Aizmaiti bumped their chests and shouted at the same time.

19: 20.

Not to be outdone, the Italian team was not to be outdone. When Qin Chunxiao served again, Dario slid on his knees and sent a high-quality first pass for the second pass. The second pass did not return the back pass, and the main attack behind him scored fast breaks.

19: 21.

When the Italian team served, Qin Chunxiao directly ducked down and said, "Out of bounds!"

20: 21.

Both sides were not to be outdone, they were going after each other one goal at a time, and no one would give the other the chance to score consecutively or widen the point difference. So the referees, coaches, and spectators all sweated and watched nervously. The score rose alternately, and the rhythm that finally slowed down due to Qin Chunxiao's proposal became faster and faster.

Everyone tightened a string and stared at the ball as if they saw victory, so they ran, jumped, stretched their arms, and dunked the ball across the way.

Finally, at 24:24, the Chinese team caught up.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Ming borrowed a fortune and broke the score to 25:24.

Only 1 points left.

I don't know when it started, Mao Xunfeng could no longer hear other sounds, only the heart beating violently in his chest, and the sound of the volleyball hitting the ground alternately echoed in his cochlea.

Boom, boom, boom.

His blood was boiling, and there were people constantly coming into his eyes from above, dunking, or blocking, and then Qin Chunxiao shouted, and then he sent the ball to the place where his teammates could attack.

Yes, that's how it feels.

Mao Xunfeng smiled.

Such a tired, sweaty feeling was what he longed for most.

After sitting on the bench for so long, doing image training in his mind every day, he was waiting for this moment.

Finally, the volleyball that symbolized all their dreams fell into his eyes again from top to bottom. The boy raised his head, looked at it almost devoutly, and stretched out his hand.

"4!"

Qin Chunxiao took off from the back row and slapped the ball lightly with his left hand. The volleyball landed on the opposite No. 2 position at an astonishing angle.

26: 24.

Dario lay on the ground, his fingers were only one step away from the volleyball, but he couldn't touch it after all.

The moment Qin Chunxiao landed, he was hugged by his teammates rushing from all directions.

Newton stood up, clenched his fists and swung them vigorously. He leaned over and let out an excited, long roar. Everyone on the bench around him stood up and ran towards his teammates on the field.

Jiang Xiaohai threw the towel in his hand on the ground, covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground, crying.

Meanwhile, many first-time volleyball fans rose to their feet, cheering furiously late at night in China in another time zone.

Wang Yan and Chang Xiaole hurriedly dug out ice packs, towels, water and other items, arranged them neatly, and were busy, while the court was still celebrating, Qiao Mingming and Min Yaoyang set up Qin Chunxiao together, Qin Chunxiao rode Watching them waving their hands, like a proud little king, a group of people around excitedly stretched out their hands to him, bouncing, like a large-scale superstition preaching scene, the scene began to be funny.

"I won." Newton calmed down, looked at the court, his eyes were red: "Xiao Hai, did you see that? The team I led won."

Jiang Xiaohai put down his hands, sniffed, and said calmly, "I saw it."

Their cell phones all started beeping continuously, which was the proof of the arrival of many text messages.

Newton watched Qin Chunxiao jump up angrily, picked up Min Yaoyang's collar, and rubbed Min Yaoyang's hair vigorously. Two gorilla guys bumped each other's chests in celebration.

This team is very bitter. From the coaches to the players, to come to this team and to go abroad to compete in this game, they have paid too much, whether it is alcohol that brings diseases to people, or the athletes suffered. Pain is not something they should bear.

But they are also lucky. The arrival of the victory made the blood and tears they shed for volleyball a good memory.

Newton stood not far away and looked at them quietly and kindly. After a while, he turned around, picked up the five-star red flag, and walked towards his children.