It's already … over?
Zhang Jiale's hands were still on the keyboard and mouse. In reality, it had already been five minutes since his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms fell.
Team Tyranny's first to fall was Lin Jingyan's Dark Thunder, followed by his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms. Afterwards, he used his dead character's point of view, floating in the air like a soul, to watch Team Samsara continue their relentless pursuit.
Qin Mu Bai's Negative Nine Degrees fell.
Zhang Xinjie's Immovable Rock fell.
Then Han Wenqing's Desert Dust and Bai Yanfei's Rota fell. With only two players left, they didn't give up. They gave it their all and took away Wu Qi's Assassin, Cruel Silence. In the end, they fell together.
Glory!
Just like in the in-game Arena, after the team competition ended, these two words appeared on the screen. But the glory didn't belong to him. Because he had lost again …
How many times?
Zhang Jiale didn't want to think about it.
This time, he had given up everything. He had shouldered the curses of his fans and endured the torment in his heart.
Just this once. Just this once was enough.
He always told himself this. But this time, he was still one step away. Just that one step, just that one victory. He had won countless matches in his career. Why did he always fall in this one match?
Zhang Jiale couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to do. He even forgot what he should do at this moment. It wasn't until someone knocked on the competition booth that he suddenly came back to his senses.
Han Wenqing, the Tyranny Core who never knew what it meant to retreat.
Zhang Xinjie, the Master Tactician who never made a mistake.
And Lin Jingyan, abandoned by his team, but regained his form in Tyranny. Just like him, he was a veteran from Season 2.
And Qin Muyun, Bai Yanfei …
His teammates were all standing outside. Every one of them had the pain of losing on their faces, but they were all doing their best to hide it. Seeing him come out, Lin Jingyan even squeezed out a smile. This was probably the ugliest smile Zhang Jiale had ever seen in his life.
"What a pity …" Lin Jingyan could still speak. Even though he was also very sad, he knew that everyone in Tyranny knew that Zhang Jiale's pain would probably surpass everyone else's.
Because he carried too many burdens, he had fallen at this step too many times.
Han Wenqing, Zhang Xinjie, at least one.
Speaking of Lin Jingyan, this was his first time in the finals. To be able to make it this far was already a bit of a win for him. Even though he lost, at the end of the day, at least, he didn't have as much mental burden as Zhang Jiale.
Only Zhang Jiale …
"I …" Zhang Jiale wanted to say something but stopped.
"You're not retired?" Lin said.
"That's.
"It's still early."
"Yeah, we still have a chance."
"Next season is going to start soon."
"Yeah, it feels like it's going to start tomorrow."
"I can't wait."
"I said …" Zhang Jiale opened his mouth again. Everyone immediately shut up and looked at him.
"I wanted to say that I'm fine," Zhang Jiale said.
They all looked at each other. After the game, everyone came out of the player booths. Only Zhang Jiale remained silent. For a moment, they even thought of the worst possibility. When Zhang Jiale came out, everyone was relieved. They quickly comforted him, but in the end, he said that he was fine.
Yes, I'm fine. Zhang Jiale looked around. He felt like the entire audience was looking at him. But he was fine. He carried a lot of burdens, but it was all because of his choice. Sun Zheping had told him to kill all distracting thoughts. Zhang Jiale had tried to do the same, but in the end, he realized that he had failed. Only someone like Sun Zheping could do something like this, right? In the end, Zhang Jiale wrapped up all these distracting thoughts and carried them on his shoulders. This was his method. He couldn't give it up, but he wouldn't be weak. He would carry these things clearly on his shoulders! Now, all he had to do was pack one more serving.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you guys? Are you okay?" Zhang Jiale asked everyone.
They all looked at each other again.
"Since you're fine, let's go." Han Wenqing waved his hand and turned around. Tyranny's group of six walked down the field with their heads held high. The stadium suddenly burst into applause. The fans were disappointed that they had lost the game. But they had seen the team's performance. From the beginning to the end, they didn't see the team weak. They didn't see the team give up. They fought hard. They worked hard. Their performance was worthy of applause. They didn't need to feel ashamed of their loss.
The applause grew louder and louder. Tyranny's group of six waved their hands to the crowd. Even though they had lost the game, they wouldn't fall. No matter what they carried in their hearts, they wouldn't fall.
The crowd applauded. The staff put down their work and applauded. Even the champions, Samsara's players, stood on the sidelines and applauded. Not for themselves, but for Tyranny. Even though they had lost the game, they had won respect. Everyone's respect.
The stadium held an award ceremony for Samsara. Samsara received the trophy in a low-key manner. They didn't celebrate, just like last year. However, they were the second consecutive champions in the history of the Excellent Era. They had the potential to create a new dynasty. No one would ignore this point.
In the post-match press conference, Team Tyranny was the first to appear. The six contestants who had participated in the team competition were all seated on the stage. They looked at the reporters below the stage, but they realized that the reporters were even more solemn than them.
"Can we begin?" In the end, it was actually captain Han Wenqing who took the initiative to ask.
"Uh, it was a very regrettable loss. Do you have anything to say?" A reporter took the opportunity to ask.
"It really is regrettable, but there's no other way. There can only be one champion," Han Wenqing said.
"What do you think of the performances of both teams?" Someone asked. Tyranny's performance was definitely worth investigating after losing by such a large margin. But unlike at the start of the game, Tyranny's problem of not having enough stamina was obvious to everyone. The reporters knew this too. Otherwise, there wouldn't be applause for such a loss, and the reporters wouldn't be so polite with their questions.
"Both sides are working very hard. I think that no matter which team wins the championship, it will be well-deserved." Han Wenqing said.
"For the next year, do Tyranny and Tyranny have any plans?" A reporter asked. Here, he deliberately emphasized "Tyranny's players." All the reporters glanced at Zhang Jiale. Just like how Tyranny's players cared about him the most after losing, the reporters knew that Zhang Jiale would be the one who would be affected the most by this loss.
"Same as always." In the end, Han Wenqing gave an extremely brief answer.
But the reporters were too concerned about this question. They didn't care if it was cruel or not. Someone finally asked, "I want to ask Zhang Jiale's personal opinion. Can you share a few words with us?"
"Me?" Zhang Jiale, who was called out, looked at the reporters below the stage and smiled. "Shouldn't I be used to this kind of thing?"
The audience was stunned.
It was a self-deprecating joke, but no one could really laugh.
Was he already discouraged? Why would he make such a joke?
Zhang Jiale continued, "As for the future, as our captain said, it's the same as always."
"Yes, that's a good summary. It's the same as always." Lin Jingyan nodded.
The reporters originally wanted to ask Lin Jingyan, but when they saw his attitude, they immediately understood that even such a painful loss couldn't defeat any of them. In the next year's competition, they would still see this group of unyielding veterans fighting hard for the glory they had always chased.
The reporters had nothing else to ask about this match. As for Tyranny's other players, Zhang Xinjie was from the golden generation. The others weren't veterans who were about to retire, so the sadness that everyone paid attention to didn't affect them.
"Uh, next season, Ye Xiu and his Team Happy will appear in the Pro League. According to the rules of the Alliance, he will most likely be Tyranny's opponent in the first round. Have you thought about what to say to him when the time comes? You're all old acquaintances with him, right? "The reporters started to ask some questions.
Immediately, everyone in Happy who was watching the broadcast turned their gazes towards Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu sipped his tea calmly.
"Sh * t … he'll definitely make fun of us, right?" Zhang Jiale said.
"Ah, what do you mean?" a reporter quickly asked, but Zhang Jiale was silent.
"I hope he can focus on the competition and stop causing trouble for everyone in the game," Lin Jingyan said.
"Oh, what do you mean?" the reporter quickly asked again, but Lin Jingyan didn't say anything else.
Everyone looked at Han Wenqing.
"Beat him as usual," Han Wenqing said.
As usual, as usual again. The problem is, you haven't beaten him that many times in the past, right? Isn't 'as usual' a bit inappropriate? The reporters thought to themselves. The information they got from Han Wenqing was always sloganeering.
In the end, all the reporters placed their hopes on Zhang Xinjie, hoping to get some explosive news from him.
"Time's up." Zhang Xinjie looked at the time. "It's time to end!"
"Ahhh … Vice Captain Zhang, can you say a few more words about Ye Xiu?" the reporters wailed. But time was up. This was a question that Zhang Xinjie cared more about. In comparison, Ye Xiu seemed very humble. Team Tyranny's players all got up and quickly left the venue.
= = =
This is earlier, but the next time will be later! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
