For Love of the Game

Players from both sides entered the waiting room on time, and the audience cheered enthusiastically, except Zhang Jiayan was missing.

Yao Jun was greeted by the director and learned that Zhang Jiayan was pushed down the stairs by fans and is now heading to the hospital.

He thought of Zhang Jiayan running up to the commentary stand to challenge Shen Huai a week ago, and he felt uncomfortable.

He knew that the competition committee would definitely compensate for this matter, and that fan could not escape the blame, but what's the use of more people taking responsibility?The annual national finals, how many next years can a player's career last?

He sighed and returned to the commentary stand, "I'm sorry to tell everyone that the Yan team had some accidents and couldn't participate in the game. WG will be led by the vice-captain Jia Yunge tonight."

As soon as this remark came out, the entire auditorium exploded, and there was a buzz in the audience, and some fans shouted excitedly, "Impossible! I saw Team Yan entering the arena!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room was not much better, WG fans swiped the screen full of question marks.

【what's the situation?Can't make it to the team?Is there any more fights if the Yan team is not on the team? 】

[What an accident!What happened to the Yan team! ! 】

【How can it be!Team Yan is looking forward to the battle with Yushen the most, why not play! 】

[Hahaha 6666!God escape!What an accident, I think I was afraid! 】

[Let's accumulate some morals for Maple Moon fans!Frontline fans said that an ambulance drove into the venue just now, and when we wanted to go there, we were stopped by the staff of the competition committee. They carried a person out from the back door, and there were too many people around us to see his face clearly. Something went wrong. 】

【ambulance? ?What happened to the Yan team! 】

The scene and the live broadcast room were a little 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. It is not life-threatening. I hope everyone can calm down and put aside your worries for Team Yan. Translate 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!"

There were sparse voices from the audience, "WG, come on."

Niu Niu saw that his momentum was not up, so he also yelled, "WG, come on!!"

"WG, come on!"

After shouting three times in a row, the mood of the audience finally 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 the news!Scratching my heart and soul, I want to know why something went wrong after entering the venue! ! 】

【how so! !WG won the third place last year, and the Yan team has been unwilling to reconcile. This year, we have been talking about winning the championship for a whole year, but this happened in the semi-finals. How do you let us accept it! 】

[WG come on! WG is the best! 】

[Bless the Yan team safe!Make sure nothing happens! 】

【Pray for Word Team! Come on WG!Don't give up even if the Yan team is not here! 】

The shouts from the audience were really the greatest encouragement to everyone in WG, and some players' eyes were red.

Liang Minghui glanced over the dejected teammates, 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 the deputy team Jia is silent. He is the only one who can organize the overall situation. He must quickly get everyone back to the state.

He was thinking about what to say when Zhang Jiayan's voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

"come on!"

"team leader?!"

Everyone turned around in surprise, only to find that it was pronounced by the doll in Jia Yun's singer, which was a commonly used phrase specially recorded by Zhang Jiayan in order to allow Jia Yunge, who is not talkative, to 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 Deputy Team Jia, even he is cheering for everyone, why are they depressed?

Liang Minghui clapped his hands and said loudly, "Assemble facing the camera!"

Everyone immediately stood in a row in front of the camera.

"bow!"

The six people bent down neatly and offered the most sincere response to the audience who cheered them on. There was a burst of thunderous applause and applause at the scene.

It's not easy to revive WG's morale, but Fengyue's side is really dead.

Although Zhang Jiayan's accident had nothing to do with them, it happened right in front of their eyes. One second they were cheering each other up and making an appointment to have 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 of turning around.

For the short few hours of the playoffs, each of them has put in a whole year of hard work. They can't lose this game, but they can compare their hearts with each other. This pain makes people feel unmotivated.

WG without Zhang Jiayan, isn't this taking advantage of others?

Self-blame, guilt, annoyance, worry, all kinds of complex emotions filled their hearts, and the cheers and applause from the audience pierced their chests like sharp swords.

How important this game is to Zhang Jiayan, everyone feels so uncomfortable.

Especially Shen Huai.

He was silent, staring at the door leading to the soundproof room for a long time.

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 stand to challenge himself. The image of him shaking hands is lingering in front of his eyes.

In the end, it turned into the sentence Zhang Jiayan said before leaving.

——Don’t put water on it.

Shen Huai's heart was in a mess, as if it had been crushed.

In the past, when things happened to him, he could calm down, but this time it was different, the victim was Zhang Jiayan, or it was because of himself.

He didn't sleep well for a week because of this duel, let alone Zhang Jiayan, who has always been desperate?I'm afraid that the effort he put in was even more than his own, but it just happened to be ruined here.

Shen Huai really can't release water, but it's hard to go all out.

The atmosphere in the waiting room was so dull that it was breathless. Everyone knew that it was impossible to continue 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. If this continues, we will be the losers! Even without Team Yan, WG's strength It should not be underestimated either! We flew thousands of miles from Shanghai to Beijing, isn’t it for the championship?”

No one speaks.

Song Xueyang had already expected that any words would be useless, because everyone understood the truth, but it was precisely because he knew that he had to win that his heart was tormented.

He looked at his teammates calmly, he knew very well that they would only lose more and more games if they continued like this.

At 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 me spiritual relief, but the self-blame of betraying my teammates.

What's even more frightening is that failure will usher in applause instead.

No one wants them to win.

The captain was unable to participate in the competition due to an unexpected situation. The team members united and fought bravely to bring the trophy to the captain who was lying on the hospital bed.

This is the plot that everyone wants to see, and they are like the hateful villains in this script, becoming a stumbling block on the way forward for the righteous.

It's not that Song Xueyang has never led a team to play other teams' home games, but this is the most difficult away game in his career.

At this time, everyone in WG bowed to the audience, and there was a burst of applause from the auditorium.

Everyone turned their heads to watch this scene quietly, and Niu Niu's voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone.

"Let's cheer for WG! We are all fans of WG tonight!"

Brother Kun was desperate.

He can understand that the commentator has to do this in order to control the fans at the scene, and he can understand everyone's sympathy for WG's experience and cheer for them.

But who will help them?

"Brother Kun."

Song Xueyang walked over, he was still smiling, as if nothing big could overwhelm him, Brother Kun grabbed his arm as if seeing a straw.

Song Xueyang patted his hand reassuringly, "I left the earphones in the lounge, can you bring them here for me?"

Brother Kun was taken aback.

Is now the time to grab your headphones?

But soon his eyes lit up, yes!earphone!

As long as you plug your ears and don't listen to the outside sounds, you can ensure that your condition will not get worse!

He immediately ordered people to go to the lounge, searched and took out seven pairs of earphones, "Come on, everyone put on the earphones."

"Brother Kun, there's no need to do this, we're fine." Starfish felt awkward looking at the earphone in his hand.

Evasion is an act of cowardice.

Brother Kun glared, "Do you seem to be okay like that? If you are usually jumping three feet high!"

He gave Shi Yi the earphone, and Shi kept hiding behind Zhou Ning, "Brother Kun, I don't want it either."

"Zhou Ning, come here!"

Zhou Ning was thinking about how to refuse, Song Xueyang pressed Brother Kun's hand.

"Didn't I say just bring mine?"

He took his headset from Brother Kun, it was the couple model that Shen Huai bought for his birthday.

Brother Kun was about to say how one pair of earphones would be enough for seven people, when Song Xueyang threw a bomb.

"I won't be playing tonight."

The waiting room was instantly silent.

Brother Kun was dumbfounded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Song Xueyang's nonsense hadn't finished yet.

"I won't arrange players, and I won't direct you to fight team battles. Everyone likes evenly matched games, and so do I."

He said it as if he was being willful, but everyone understood that Song Xueyang just wanted to make them feel better.

Hai Xing murmured, "Captain..."

Zhou Ning persuaded, "Fox, you don't have to do this, everyone wants to win."

Song Xueyang smiled without saying a word.

He wants to win more.

He still owes Shen Huai a championship.

If there was another way, he would not choose this way, but now any words are useless, he has to do it.

"Shen Huai," he turned his head and said softly, "I leave it to you."

After he finished speaking, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass near the audience, put on his headphones, turned the volume to the maximum, and spread out his notebook for recording tactics on his lap.

Brother Kun rushed in front of him angrily, "What kind of temper are you showing? You won't play if you say you can't play at such a critical time? Is it really Fengyue's family? I say no!"

Song Xueyang could no longer hear him. He lowered his head and wrote something in the notebook with his hand holding the pen. That appearance overlapped with the figure of Shen Huai who passed by his room countless times late at night 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 deep pain in his heart eased a lot.

Yan Dui's experience certainly made him sad, but Song Xueyang's concession also made him feel distressed.

Zhang Jiayan has paid a lot for this competition, and Song Xueyang is not the same. It can even be said that everyone who comes to participate in the national competition has a reason to win.

The way he looked at Song Xueyang changed.

The more he experienced all kinds of difficulties, the more Shen Huai realized that even though they were both top experts in the first echelon of "City of Despair", Song Xueyang's forbearance and strength were beyond his reach.

Five matches have been drawn on the big screen, and the first match 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 follows the previous habit. I, Shi Yi, and Zhou Ning will play. The single-player arena is Fengyue's specialty mode. One has to be won."

Everyone looked at Song Xueyang behind Shen Huai in unison. He was looking at the notebook quietly, indifferent to what happened around him. He tapped the notebook with his index finger to the beat of the music, and then picked up a pen to write in a rustle .

They all understood that if Song Xueyang really let go, if he wanted to win tonight, he would have to rely on himself!

"it is good!"

"can."

"no problem!"

The response was full of strength, which stunned Brother Kun on the side.

The two sides submitted the list of players, the person who submitted the list on WG's side was Liang Minghui, and the person on Maple Moon's side was Shen Huai.

The list of players for the first group arena was soon displayed on the big screen.

Maple Moon Team: Shen Huai, Shi Yi, Zhou Ning.

WG team: Jia Yunge, Liang Minghui, Fang Ze.

Shen Huai walked towards the soundproof room with big strides, holding the doorknob but did not move it.

He paused for two seconds and withdrew his hand, turned around under everyone's suspicious eyes, 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 ear-piercing applause and shouts outside the waiting room seemed to disappear, only Song Xueyang murmured softly, "Come on."

This was the first time Shen Huai participated in a competition with such a heavy and complicated heart, but his heart was no longer confused.

To win, you have to lead the team to win together.

To tell Song Xueyang the moment he took off his earphones, we won.

This is his script.