Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 107 Chicken Soup from Captain

This time, Xinghe faced BQ, a strong team in Group B. During the qualifiers, the opponent showed extraordinary strength.

Among the few games that Xinghe lost, one of them was lost to the opponent.

During the preparation time before the start of the game, several people in Xinghe were doing relaxation exercises to adjust their mentality. Only Song Nan was sitting on the sofa alone, holding his stomach and looking ugly.

After he arrived at the venue, he went to the toilet twice, but his stomach was still persistently making revolution, very stubborn.

It was only when Bai Zhan walked to him that he realized that he had a stomach problem, and now he couldn't get any medicine, so there was nothing he could do, so he could only worry.

"Song Nan, you must be steady later, at least persist for two rounds, and leave the rest to fate."

Too many things happened recently, Bai Zhan thought he had to write a work summary after the game.

Song Nan didn't want to open his mouth to speak, and felt sick to his stomach as soon as he opened his mouth, but he really wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything, this feeling was so fucked up.

After Bai Zhan walked away, Xia Lang walked up to Song Nan and patted him on the shoulder.

"how do you feel?"

Song Nan frowned and shook his head, but said nothing.

"Why do you suddenly think of losing weight? Tell brother, is there someone you like?"

Song Nan looked up at him in surprise, he thought Xia Lang was here to comfort him not to worry about the game.

Xia Lang raised his eyebrows at him: "Why? Can't say."

"No, you don't blame me for breaking my body and delaying the game..." Song Nan himself felt guilty.

If it was because of him that today's match was lost and Xinghe missed the final, he would die of guilt.

So, after all, it is a child with a heavy psychological burden.

Xia Lang shook his head and laughed, hot blood really only resonates with children.

Knowing that his hand was injured and the possibility of the team entering the finals was very mysterious, adults like Bai Zhan and Zuo Zong calmed down, and the result of the game seemed not so important.

But Song Nan felt ashamed that he might lose the game because of his own health.

For Xia Lang, he doesn't care when he announces his retirement, it's just a matter of time anyway.

Song Nan obviously has a very heavy psychological burden now. Xia Lang felt that he did not do anything very suitable for a leader during his tenure as the captain.

But now, he wants to remove the psychological barrier for his dear players.

"Little Fatty, your life has just begun. This game is nothing to you. You must know that there will be games with a wider scale and a bigger scene waiting for you in the future."

That is the real sea of ​​stars.

Song Nan looked at him, as if he didn't believe that this was something he could say.

Xia Lang gave him a cheering gesture, "Simply put, no matter whether you win or lose, being worthy of yourself is the most important thing, and the rest are secondary."

Song Nan showed the only sincere smile these days: "Although I know this is chicken soup with no eggs, but I feel much better now, thank you Brother Xia."

Xia Lang touched his arms, "The competition is about to begin, try your best, don't worry about it, huh?"

"Um!"

At the start of the competition, five people stepped onto the stage one after another, and the applause was more enthusiastic than the previous competition.

As the finals approached, in addition to those who paid attention to the game at the beginning, more and more eyes were betting on the game.

The level of sponsorship has risen again and again, and star contestants are frequently contacted by advertisers.

On average, Bai Zhan's mailbox receives about [-] emails a week, all of which are temporarily suppressed by him on the grounds of delaying the game and waiting until after the game.

(End of this chapter)