Time flew by during the special training, and the first match was finally here.
In order to keep everyone full of physical strength and spirit during the day, Ye Qingwen began to order the team to adjust their work and rest as early as a week before the game. He also confiscated all electronic products before going to bed. He was as strict as a high school class teacher.
The match was held at the B City Stadium, and the first match would start at 10 am. Because they had to adjust the equipment and do some preparatory work, the players had to gather at the stadium at 8 am.
Fortunately, the WIND base was near the stadium, and it was only a 10-minute walk away. However, considering that there would be fangirls on the way, Fangfang decided to take the nanny van.
The official league required the participating teams to wear a uniform. In the past, WIND was rich and could give out three sets of uniforms a year. But now … it had been three years and they had not changed a single set.
The air-conditioning in the car was on low, and Jiang Nan happened to be facing the wind. She pulled up the zipper of her uniform. Her uniform was newly made, and it was completely different from her teammates'. Lao Fan saw this and could not help but sigh. "I've worn this uniform for three years. Look at my cuffs, they're worn out!"
Fangfang rolled her eyes at him. "I only wear it once a year for the league. On average, it's not even as long as the pajamas you bought."
Lao Fan said righteously, "How can pajamas be the same as the team uniform!"
He elbowed Achu. "You don't have a problem with that?
Fashionable boy?
Are you willing to wear clothes from three years ago? "
Achu did not even look up as he played with the mini mole machine. "I'm a nostalgic person."
Yeh Chingwen did not allow him to use his phone, so he could only play small games to pass the time. It was a good opportunity to train his reflexes and hand speed.
Lao Fan: "…"
Yeh Chingwen: "If we win the championship this year, we'll give you a new uniform."
Fangfang heard this and looked at him bitterly. The latter immediately added, "I'll pay for it myself. It won't go through the company's account."
Okay.
He was satisfied and turned his head back.
Lao Fan: "If we don't win the championship, we won't even be allowed to change the uniform?"
Yeh Chingwen: "Three years ago, we wore this uniform and lost the trophy. It's a reminder and an inspiration. We must wear it and bring the trophy back."
Lao Fan: "… Clear The Mind, you have feelings."
While they were talking, they arrived at the stadium. There was indeed a large group of fans gathered outside. Once they saw WIND's nanny van, they immediately became excited. Even though the windows were closed, they could still hear their screams.
The driver entered the underground garage under the guidance of the staff. Everyone took the elevator to the contestant lounge and waited for the match to begin.
The matches of the Team of Death had always been worth watching. No one knew if a dark horse would appear in this match and crush the powerhouse teams.
WIND had drawn the Team of Death, which was undoubtedly the biggest gimmick. Their opponent, GET, was a newly risen team with both old and new generation of strong players. Their results in the league had been stable in the top three, so they were not to be underestimated.
The two teams entered from the left and right entrances. Everyone was already standing in their respective positions, waiting to enter. Jiang Nan listened to the cheers outside, each louder than the last, and his whole body trembled.
Jiang Nan: "I'm so nervous. What if I accidentally fall on the stage later?"
Lao Fan: "I saw that you walked quite well the last time. You won't fall."
Jiang Nan: "Sometimes, accidents happen when you're not prepared."
Lao Fan: "… Then fall further away later. Don't trip me. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone."
Jiang Nan: "…"
Pa —
The tightly shut doors suddenly opened, and a dazzling light shone down. Jiang Nan could not open his eyes because of the light. He could only hear the deafening cheers of the audience, which almost overturned the stadium.
Some cheered for the teams, some cheered for the players, but most of them were cheering and screaming.
Ye Xiaoran said calmly, "Let's go."
He stepped into the limelight first.
Separated by a door, tens of thousands of people were looking at him from outside, but he was still as calm as ever. It was as if he was just out for a stroll, walking casually.
As soon as he appeared, the chaotic cheers started to become orderly —
“Brave！！！”
“Brave！！！
Brave！！！
Brave！！！”
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