Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

【glory】!
The team match score was 2 to 1, and the Chinese team won.

The total score is five to two.

Won!

In the competition booth, Zhang Jiale breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems, as if... not as exciting as I imagined?" Lin Jingyan was slightly stunned, looking at Zhang Jiale, who had a calm face in the competition seat, with some confusion: "Is it because I didn't find the feeling? Did I fail?"

"It doesn't look like it, it should be done, right?" Old Wei scratched his head, and a hint of worry appeared on his usually cynical face.

"Tsk, come on, you guys, don't you know that guy? He's the most reserved and reserved one in our Ember Team." Lu Liang said nonchalantly, "Maybe he has some idol baggage, right?"

……

Well, if you have to say it, this is really quite Zhang Jiale's style?

Bai Shu and Qiu Fei nodded subconsciously.

On the big screen, Zhang Jiale stood up silently and walked out of the room.

Even before the door of the competition booth was completely closed, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Hahahaha! Did you see that, grandson? I've done it! Look how awesome I am..."

"No need to watch." Sun Zheping shook his head calmly and pushed his old friend away with disgust.

But Zhang Jiale didn't care at all. The smile on his face didn't change at all. He hummed "It's All a Empty Dream" and walked towards the bright area of ​​the contestant passage first. Sun Zheping followed silently behind him.

Let him take the biggest spotlight.

A smile also appeared on Sun Zheping's lips.

"Is it done? Is it done? Is it done? Is it done?" Huang Shaotian couldn't wait to ask as soon as he returned to the preparation seat, and this is also the issue that everyone is most concerned about at the moment.

"What can I say? I can only say that fate is in my hands." Zhang Jiale sat down with a smile, holding his chin with one hand: "Ah, what do you think I should be given a title? I think Thunder Emperor is a good choice..."

"Can you stop being so immature?"

"It's really too second-rate."

"Just pull it off..."

The teammates nearby, whose curiosity was satisfied, rolled their eyes and dispersed.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys..." Zhang Jiale opened his mouth and wanted to argue. For him, this was the most important thing right now.

He may not be able to play in the next few games.

"Okay, we can discuss this kind of thing in any way we want later. How's the situation?" Ye Xiu asked.

"I guess I'll need six or seven days of rest." Zhang Jiale raised his hands helplessly. Everyone could clearly see that his hands were shaking.

"I'll take Brother Jiale to the infirmary." Li Wen stood up immediately.

"I'll go. The team competitions later have nothing to do with me." Yu Wenzhou shook his head: "Don't forget, I'm still the captain of the national team."

"Yeah, Xiao Wen, you should just take a rest. You'll have the team competition later and play well..." Zhang Jiale smiled and stretched out his hand, clenching it into a fist. Li Wen hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and gently touched it with Zhang Jiale's.

"It's quite lively... How's it going, Lele, is it done?" Xiao Shiqin hurried over. His originally solemn expression had recovered a lot and he asked with a smile.

"Isn't this a confirmation... huh? Weren't you at the reserve seat just now?" Zhang Jiale asked with some confusion.

"Ah, yes, I just went to the other side of the venue." Xiao Shiqin drank a sip of the water Chu Yunxiu handed him: "Old Ye asked me to go."

"Well, how's it going?"

"It's even more exaggerated than I imagined. The American team beat the Japanese team 5 to 1 away from home. Judging from this, they can also win the team competition smoothly." Xiao Shiqin let out a long sigh and took a look at the score of the Chinese team. Playing away from home, 5 to 2 is also a very exaggerated score.

Five to one?

Everyone's originally excited expressions turned silent.

This is not easy to deal with.

If this is the case, if we give it our all, the chances of winning the team competition are not too small, but we will face the American team in three days.

Zhang Jiale estimated that it would take five or six days for him to recover, but in reality, it would probably take seven or eight days.

If this happens, he will miss the first two games against the US team.

The young team definitely needs to rest after this game. After six or seven days, they can barely recover to 80% or 90%. If that's the case, the next game will be away from home against the American team, who don't seem to have much energy and are younger than the Chinese team...

Should we let the young and strong ones go? Or should we let the incomplete and unprotected ones go?

Everyone fell silent.

Zhang Jiale's expression was particularly awkward. He hadn't made any plans beforehand, and he didn't know that the weak and wretched American team could achieve such a result. Now it seems...

I made a mistake.

Because of his own madness, the originally made plan went wrong. If he still followed the previous plan, even if he could win the game, in the match against the American team three days later, he, Da Sun, Tang Hao, Huang Shaotian, and even Sun Xiang and Xiao Wen would not be able to recover to their complete state.

Zhang Jiale fell silent. The excitement he had just felt disappeared like a flame that was suddenly doused with a basin of cold water.

"Is that so? In that case, for the next team match..." Ye Xiu scratched his head and hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving across the faces of Tang Hao, Sun Xiang, Sun Zheping, Li Wen, and Huang Shaotian in turn.

"Tsk, that's all I can do now. I'll have to save 30% of my strength. If they can't even handle 70% of my strength, then don't blame me." Sun Xiang stood up while mumbling, "Tsk, I feel like I can kill them even if I save 70% of my strength."

Zhou Zekai tugged at Sun Xiang's sleeve helplessly. It was too exaggerated.

"I'm fine." Tang Hao nodded without saying anything more. Zhang Jiale opened his mouth, but he shook his head to stop him. "It's okay, Captain Zhang. This is a reward for Yu Jin's willingness to lend me Jingyang Ridge, Senior Lin Jingyan's tuition, and... your care for me before."

Zhang Jiale was stunned, then nodded with a smile and raised his hand to touch Tang Hao's.

"It would be a shame if I couldn't give my best in this match if my account is blocked." Zhang Xinjie calmly closed his notebook. "I can also use the match to analyze a lot of useful information."

"You, just be honest with Lele and tell her it's okay." Su Mucheng shook her head helplessly.

Zhang Xinjie's eyes drifted to the side. [Xiao Wen, give this guy who pretended not to hear anything a slap.] Su Muqiu said in anger.

"Well, for this, it's still..."

"Tsk, it turns out you can speak properly." Fang Rui curled his lips and looked away.

"Tsk, I don't really care. Whether it's from a personal perspective or from the overall benefit, there's no difference in this arrangement. Of course, our Blue Rain and Embers teams have been best friends since the first season..." Huang Shaotian started talking nonstop.

"Come on, the first season...Oh, that's right." Xiao Shiqin was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a strange expression.

In the first season, there were three players who debuted in the Ember team: Wei Chen, Fang Shijing, and Lu Liang...

No one would believe that they have a bad relationship with Blue Rain.

Li Wen's eyes lit up. As expected, they were all good friends!

“Okay, that’s decided.” Ye Xiu clapped his hands. “Everyone should retain about 40% of their physical strength and use 60% to compete against the England national team. This way, they should be able to fully recover by the next game, and then we can consider how to deal with the impact of the American team.”

"understand!"

"Well, regarding this, we still need to prepare for the next overtime game... Well, let's do it this way..." Ye Xiu thought for a moment and waved his hand. The members of the Chinese team came over in confusion.

On the Chinese team's side, the emergency meeting is over.

England national team
"The current score is five to two, which means we need to win the team competition with three or fewer players missing." Arthur took a deep breath and said, "Come on, our summer shouldn't just end here."

"With all our strength!" Grahide raised his hand.

Lancelot slapped it down unhappily: "You don't have to go on stage."

"Isn't this to encourage my sister-in-law?" Grahide laughed awkwardly.

Jeanne smiled and nodded at Grahide.

"Just cheer for Joan of Arc, right?" Vivian asked with a dark face.

"Um... Big Sister Vivian should also cheer for you." Grahide immediately said in a flattering manner: "It's totally fine even if she doesn't cheer for you!"

"Hmph, in this game, we must let the Chinese team know what cruelty is!" Vivian said gritting her teeth.

……

"Ahem, okay, welcome everyone back to the second round of the semi-finals of the first World Glory Invitational! I am your old friend Pan Lin!" Pan Lin's voice was a little hoarse. He had obviously put in a lot of effort when he was cheering for Zhang Jiale just now. Although he had taken throat lozenges and drank a lot of water, his voice was still a little hoarse.

"I'm Li Yibo." Li Yibo looked at Pan Lin helplessly, "In the previous two rounds of competition, our Huaxia team won three points in the first round of the ring match and two points in the second round of the doubles match.

The England national team won one point in the first match and one point in the second match.

The total score is now five to two."

"I think I have guessed the intentions of our Chinese tactical masters!" Pan Lin said with some pride: "Try to grab as many points as possible in the early stage, and then rely on the points to win the final victory in the team competition..."

"Yes, I think this is indeed the idea of ​​the tactical masters." Li Yibo did not refute this time because he also thought so.

Killed the game in the second inning.

"Oh? What they said this time seems quite serious!" Old Wei raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"Because this is simply an open conspiracy..." Lu Liang sighed: "Is there really anyone who can't see it?"

"How can I not see it? It's absolutely impossible! Even a player can see it!"

"Um, Axiong, before you say that, please control your expression of sudden enlightenment..." Old Wei glanced at Chu Xiong and sighed.

"Forehead……"

"Wait, something is wrong." Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, and quickly took off his headphones: "Look at this..."

"What?" Lin Jingyan was slightly startled, and then his expression changed: "This..."

"What's wrong? What's that expression?" Fang Shijing was stunned for a moment and came over, but soon his face changed and he subconsciously wanted to stand up and rush towards the stage.

"What... Damn, the American team is beating the Japanese team 5 to 1? Bai Shu, Qiu Fei, Chu Xiong, you young guys, hurry up and tell them the news! We will go to the security department to rescue you later." Lao Wei shouted immediately.

"Oh!" Chu Xiong was confused. Although he didn't know why, he wanted to leave.

"No need to go, they should know." Chu Xue's calm voice rang out: "I saw Xiao Shiqin leave during the competition just now, and came back not long ago. After that, they got together and started discussing something..."

"Ah? Xiao Shiqin left just now? When did it happen?" Chu Xiong was confused. Oh, is that true? During the game? Wait, no, during the game, aren't people watching the holographic projection and the main screen? Is there really someone watching...

Oh, Xiao Wen didn’t play in the last game, so it seems like it’s okay now. No wonder some people were staring at the split screen.

"Oh, it seems that we have lost the upper hand. Ye Xiu, that old guy, has been prepared." Old Wei relaxed and slumped in the chair again, relaxing again.

Chu Xiong scratched his face and raised his hand to touch Bai Shu: "Old Bai, what do you mean by that? Why were Boss Wei and the others so anxious just now?"

"Regarding the rotation issue, Li Yibo and Pan Lin's previous guess was correct. The plan for this game is indeed to try our best to score points. However, this is based on the premise that the Japanese team can defeat the American team. If they can't win, this tactic will have to be scrapped.

Especially when Jiale Ge's energy consumption is too serious." Bai Shu whispered: "We may lose this team game..."

"Hiss, so that's it." Chu Xiong nodded blankly. After a brief moment of surprise, his expression became serious again.

Chu Xue glanced at her brother with a little surprise. Was he considering the issue of public opinion, or was he concerned about the subsequent public relations issues?
I never thought that this child would actually grow up...

"So, tell me, did Pan Lin and Li Yibo get slapped in the face again this time?" Chu Xiong asked in a low voice, "Do you think this is a script or are they really that unlucky?"

Bai Shu glanced at the proprietress whose face was gradually darkening, sighed, and patted Chu Xiong on the shoulder: "Old Xiong, let's not talk about this for now. You are acting now, right? In fact, what you want to ask is whether the loss of this game will have any impact on us Yu Jin, whether we need public relations or call on the official account for support, right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

……

"I can't save you." Bai Shu sighed and turned his face away.

As the saying goes, it’s hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words…

(End of this chapter)