——Gu Yi's move just now was really damaging. It was so heart-wrenching to kill people. Look how much it stimulated people.
If Yi Hui's team members rushed over and beat up Song Yimian and the others now, it would be within her expectation.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Hong Xiqi suddenly shouted with a bared teeth, and forcefully opened the five fingers that Tao You was holding on her arm, which were still tightening, "Let go!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tao You quickly let go of his hand, not forgetting to give Hong Xiqi a massage.
Hong Xiqi was wearing thick clothes and her body was not as painful as the shouting. She smoothed her wrinkled sleeves and comforted her, "This is the last game. There is nothing to be nervous about. The worst result is five to five." One, I win no matter what.”
"Let's go, let's go eat, and then we'll watch again when we're full."
The team members were all packed up, and after a brief gathering, they headed to Field 3. Coach Tan and Coach Sun have already started distributing food.
"Hey, Coach Tan, are Song Yimian and Gu Yi changing their tactics again?" A team member stuffed rice into his mouth and ate deliciously, not forgetting to pay attention to the changing situation on the field.
Tao You queued up to get the lunch box, her legs were already weak from hunger. She found a corner with a good view, casually placed her schoolbag on the ground, and sat cross-legged on it.
——Change tactics? More radical, or back to normal? If they had fought harder than before, the two players on the opposite side would probably have shut down after the game.
Tao You couldn't wait to open the lunch box before he could sit still, and swallowed his saliva while looking at the pretty good dishes in front of him. He had no extra attention to give to the two people on the playing field.
"What kind of tactic is this? Why haven't I seen them practice it before?"
"Thinking of it on the spur of the moment? You're a little too open-minded."
"What are these two boys planning?"
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Tao You violently opened his chopsticks and listened to the discussion with his ears, but his eyes were only staring at the rice in his arms from beginning to end. No matter how exciting the game was, it was not as tempting as the steaming meal in front of him. She couldn't wait to eat a few mouthfuls of food. After she had something in her stomach, she raised her head and continued to watch the game.
If we talk about the last scene, Song Yimian and Gu Yi were like two wolves that had been hungry for days and nights, with green eyes. After smelling the scent of prey, they instantly entered an offensive state, walking fast and tight. Chase the opponent relentlessly until the opponent is exhausted and defeated.
But now, the two of them were like two well-fed wolves taking a leisurely walk to eat in the afternoon sunshine. The green light in their eyes had disappeared, and they even seemed a little tired of laziness.
Tao You held her chin, slowly chewing the very tough beef cubes in her mouth, and quietly looked at the scoreboard on the sidelines.
Although Song Yimian and Gu Yi looked serious and played very seriously, and returned every ball in an orderly manner, there were always a few well-timed balls that fell into the net or went out of bounds.
"Beep!" The referee shook his legs and blew his whistle after Song Yimian hit a suicidal flat shot. "Forty-five to zero, Yihui leads."
Gu Yi had a look of regret on his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his free left hand, patted his thigh and said angrily, "Oh, such a good ball, what a pity, what a pity."
"Brother Mian, didn't you play too hard in the last game? Now you're exhausted, and this ball has also fallen into the net. You can't do it." He never missed any opportunity to tease Song Yimian.
Song Yimian exchanged places with him, glanced at Gu Yi who was still smiling playfully, and slightly opened his thin lips, "Get out!"
Gu Yi took advantage of the opportunity for the opponent to pick up the ball, and twirled the racket with his right hand gracefully and skillfully. He tilted his head and asked Song Yimian, "What's wrong? It's the last game. How are you going to play?" As soon as he finished speaking, the racket fell to the ground. There was a loud bang.
"Shame!" Hong Xiqi was having a good meal when she saw Gu Yi playing with a racket. She hurriedly put down her lunch box and picked up her phone, preparing to record Gu Yi's handsome behavior. However, it only lasted less than five seconds. See his racket hit the ground.
She opened the video just now with the hope of luck. No more, no less. At two seconds and fifty-nine, the racket fell from her hands and fell to the ground. Hong Xiqi deleted that one completely
In the video, which didn't even capture the action, he covered his face and said, "You are really handsome for only three seconds."
Gu Yi quickly bent down to pick it up. After checking whether the frame was damaged, he honestly held the racket back in his hand, and then looked at Song Yimian again as if nothing had happened.
Song Yimian didn't look at Gu Yi's failed performance, lifted up his collar and wiped the sweat on his chin, and replied, "How to fight just now, how to fight now."
"Be serious," he added.
Gu Yi curled his lips and said aggrievedly, "I've been fighting seriously."
He rolled his eyes again and carefully confirmed, "Friendship first, competition second, we didn't let it go too obviously."
Then regardless of Song Yimian's answer, he walked to his position and answered to himself, "Anyway, it's tens of thousands of times better than the usual training."
——A shameless talk.
During normal training, they basically never make such mistakes.
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"Game start."
Hong Xiqi took a sip of the soup, shook her head and sighed, "Song Yimian is too arrogant and upright. He just said that letting go was disrespectful to his opponent, so he was arrested."
Tao You recalled for a moment, put down the hand holding his chin, gently rubbed his cheeks that were sore from chewing with his fingertips, and asked doubtfully, "When did he say that?"
——I have empty ears again?
After Hong Xiqi stuffed the newly picked beef cubes into her mouth, she put down her chopsticks, swiped her fingers in the direction of the other team members, covered her mouth and said, "They were just talking about whether it would be okay for Song Yimian to hit himself in the face." It will hurt. You may have been too focused on eating and didn’t hear it.”
--All right.
Tao You stretched his aching lower back. He had a full box of lunch and had almost eaten it without even realizing it.
She saw staff coming to collect the lunch boxes, and the two meals left for Song Yimian and Gu Yi were placed alone on the bench, with a layer of mist forming on the transparent lid.
"By the time they finish playing, the meal will be cold." Tao You took a sip of soup and complained, "The arrangement of this game is too unreasonable."
"Are you feeling distressed now?" Hong Xiqi wiped her mouth and teased.
Tao You, who was caught in the conversation again, felt a lump in his throat, "It's normal to question, isn't midday the time for eating and resting? I won't have the energy to play the game if I'm hungry."
Just as he was talking, several more plastic boxes were brought in from outside. Inside were neatly packed fresh apples of similar sizes with water droplets, which looked very tempting.
"I'll go, the food is so good, and there are fruits after the meal!" Hong Xiqi stood up and threw the lunch box into the trash can in the corner. "This apple looks very good. Xiao Youyou, I took it for you."
"Forty-five to fifteen, Yi Fai wins." The last shot ended with a mistake by Yi Fai's player.
The four of them walked under the referee's chair, shook hands with each other, and walked to their respective schools.
The two players from Yihui Middle School walked towards the female coach with hunched backs and shuffling steps. Their faces were full of dull expressions. The violent feeling before the start of the game had long been completely exhausted during the game.
"Look, look, they were beaten and autistic." A member of the No. 1 Middle School gnawed on an apple, not taking it too seriously to watch the excitement, and looked at Yihui like a friend.
"This is the first time I've seen a real person being beaten to autism."
"I'm scared just thinking about it. Fortunately, Song Yimian and Gu Yi are our teammates, not our opponents."
"..." The team members were chatting away.
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The referee wrote the last word on the document gracefully, handed the blue folder to the staff, inserted the black pen into his breast pocket, and walked towards the referee's office with the referee on the second floor, hands behind his back.
After a while, the final score appeared on the big screen - No.1: Yihui, 5:1, No.1 won! After being promoted from No. 1 Middle School, Yihui entered the rematch.
"Come and eat quickly, otherwise you won't
It's almost cold, but there is no soup. When it was delivered just now, there were a few bowls missing. Take the apples. Where are your towels? Dry your sweat. Don't wait for a while. Hurry. "Coach Tan waited for Song Yimian and Gu Yi to come over, took their rackets and put them away, then he started to arrange things for them like an old father, "Make room for those who have a good meal."
"We've finished eating, you two, come over here." One of the team members stood up after finishing the last few bites of food.
No. 1 Middle School did not show too many emotional fluctuations in this game that there was no suspense about winning, eating when it was time to eat, and resting when it was time to rest.
On Yi Hui's side, although he won a game, he was not very happy, and the rice in his hand was no longer tasty. In this match with No. 1 Middle School, they were convinced that they lost, and they expected to lose. After all, the strength gap between them and No. 1 Middle School could not be compared overnight, and it did not exist in such a competition. What a miracle. The only thing they didn't expect was that No. 1 Middle School conceded a point to them in the end, making their loss not so embarrassing.
After this morning's game, the little self-confidence they had at the beginning was completely destroyed by the three players in the first team, especially the three players who played in the game. They kept reviewing their own game scenes in their minds. , the rice in my mouth tastes like nothing.
They have begun to worry slightly about whether they can successfully win the resurrection match. They can't go home after just one day. That would be too embarrassing.
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The food in this lunch box is good, but the white rice is too choking.
When Tao You saw that Song Yimian hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of food, he habitually took out a thermos cup from the bag on the side of his schoolbag.
He just raised the water glass, glanced down at the heat rising from the mouth of the glass, frowned slightly, licked his lips and finally closed the lid.
Tao You thought of the bag of warm soy milk just now, which was probably placed in this thermos cup. Regardless of whether Song Yimian has mysophobia or not, he can no longer drink the water in this cup.
She quickly finished the last few bites of rice and took out a brand new navy blue thermos cup with a few snowflakes printed on it from her bag. It is prepared by the organizer for each athlete. When they enter the venue in the morning, there are staff members distributing it to them at the door.
"I'm going to get some water." She took a bite of the apple, turned around and looked around, found a few drinking water tanks in the corner, said hello to Hong Xiqi, who was playing a game, and trotted to get water.
Tao You had just run a few steps when he saw Ding Dongyi walking slowly from the auditorium carrying a cross-body bag, "Coach Tan, Coach Sun." She greeted politely.
