At this moment, the mobile phone that Fan Lin kept in his pocket rang.

Nodding at Teacher Jiang, Fan Lin walked to the back of the audience, smiled, and pressed the answer button.

After the person on the other end of the phone said a few words, Fan Lin's face changed.

"Old Fan, why are you standing here?" someone came over and patted Fan Lin on the shoulder.

Fan Lin raised his eyes to look at the other party, grinned stiffly, and then pointed to his mobile phone, indicating that he was making a call.

Waiting for the other party to walk away, Fan Lin simply changed to a secluded place, and opened his mouth in a rare low voice: "Mr. Shen, the remuneration from our side will definitely satisfy Xue Yang." If there are any specific conditions, you can also put them forward. Within the scope of Haicheng's capabilities, we will be satisfied. ”

However, the other party's response made Fan Lin's face directly blue.

At the same time, the women's singles semifinals in the table tennis hall are still underway.

Zhou Yu quickly pushed the diagonal line, forcing Xue Yang to turn around. Originally, she turned sideways and was ready to catch Xue Yang's transition, but she didn't grasp the opportunity. Then Zhou Yu hung the opposite corner again, and Xue Yang also turned again. Zhou Yu took the opportunity to hit an overhead diagonal line, and Xue Yang was pressed to the backhand position, resulting in a gap in the forehand position. Zhou Yu waited for this moment, and with a slash across the line, Xue Yang had no time to return to defense.

Fan Lin walked to the position, and Mr. Jiang was driven by the emotions of the audience in front of him, and was applauding Zhou Yu's wonderful performance in this round. As a result, as soon as he turned his head and found that Fan Lin was back, Mr. Jiang quickly shut up.

"How many are you?" Fan Lin asked casually.

"7 flat. Teacher Jiang replied, and couldn't help but look at Fan Lin twice, feeling that he went out this time, and when he came back, it was like being beaten by frost.

"Dong Fan, is there something going on at home?" asked Teacher Jiang.

Fan Lin sneered, and probably responded.

Seeing that people were unhappy, Mr. Jiang didn't want to touch his head, so he turned his face hurriedly, as if he didn't know anything.

The live game has entered a white-hot game, and even Fan Lin, who has just come back, can see that Zhou Yu's state has changed amazingly compared to the first game, constantly splitting and hanging at a fast pace, pulling high balls, and aiming at the gap left after Xue Yang turned around.

"Just now...... I thought about it and decided to give up Xue Yang. Fan Lin said with no expression on his face: "Football is like character, Xue Yang lacks feelings for the country and the nation, if you want to make this kind of person popular in the country, the children will treat her as an idol when they look back, thinking that as long as they can succeed, it doesn't matter if they love the country or not, but they are very wrong!"

Everyone is an old Jianghu, ten minutes ago, Fan Lin was talking so enthusiastically, but suddenly it changed, Teacher Jiang had already guessed a few points in his heart, but he was afraid that Xue Yang would not play there.

"Fan Dong's sense of social responsibility is admirable!" Mr. Jiang simply praised Fan Lin.

"Yuan Le's popularity has gone down in the past few days," Fan Lin said again: "If Teacher Jiang hadn't arranged an interview for her, there would be a lack of positive sports idols like her who dare to speak the truth, and your media should report more on these young people." ”

"It makes sense, I'll arrange it when I go back, do a media interview with her, and ask the people around Yuan Le to provide me with some materials. Teacher Jiang agreed simply.

Fan Lin seemed to laugh, but he looked indignant.

The atmosphere of the entire table tennis hall has been pushed to a climax by the wonderful fight of the two players on the court, and at first I thought it was a one-sided semi-final, but I didn't expect that it was evenly matched.

The situation on the field has changed again. Zhou Yu and Xue Yang played with more shots and hanging, Xue Yang gradually lost patience, and mistakes began to increase. Zhou Yu's score is catching up little by little.

Finally, Xue Yang was worn enough, the starting shot was a smash attack, Zhou Yu's defensive ability was brought into play, Xue Yang couldn't attack for a long time, and made mistakes one after another.

The audience was excited, after all, this kind of Jedi counterattack was too enjoyable to watch!

"Even Zhou Yu can't beat him, it seems that Xue Yang's peak is about to pass. Fan Lin in the audience said a strange thing, then paused, and said: "But you can't look at the surface of everything." Last time at the Tokyo Open, wasn't it Zhou Yu who sent a message to Xue Yang, which made Wen Jingyi lose miserably! Maybe this time the two already had a tacit understanding, and who should win in the end. ”

Mr. Jiang rolled his eyes and smiled: "It's still Fan Dong who has seen it thoroughly, and this game is worth digging up by our reporters." ”

Fan Lin looked proud, and approached Teacher Jiang: "I heard that someone in the Badminton Council once severely criticized that players playing match-fixing are lacking in sportsmanship. ”

"What did Xiao Zifeng say?" Mr. Jiang guessed really quickly.

Fan Lin praised Mr. Jiang's reaction: "I have seen in you the professional sensitivity of journalists. It can be seen that no, some people are hypocritical and high-sounding to the outside, and his girlfriend violates the rules everywhere and doesn't let out a fart. ”

Mr. Jiang inevitably boasted to each other in business: "It is still a professional person like Mr. Fan that can see the problems of professionalism." I'll let the people below ponder some of the deep-seated issues in the world of sports that no one has explored for a long time. ”

The two of them were muttering head to head, and suddenly there was a soft shout from the audience.

Teacher Jiang reacted very quickly, stood up with the person, stretched his neck and looked at it for a while, and then said to Fan Lin, who was still sitting in the seat: "Xue Yang seems to be injured. ”

Zhou Yu stood in front of the net, watching Xue Yang who was receiving hair, and the moment he stepped back, he suddenly fell to the ground, and then hugged his left leg, with a painful face.

Soon Zhou Yu reacted, threw away the racket, drilled through the net, and ran to Xue Yang's side.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Yu asked anxiously.

"Good...... It hurts!" Xue Yang groaned.

The team doctor of the Danish team has come over and started to examine Xue Yang's wounds.

At this moment, Xue Yang has not put down the racket in his hand.

Zhou Yu knelt next to Xue Yang, and he couldn't understand what the team doctor was saying, but he felt from the other party's slightly serious expression that Xue Yang's injury was only a little serious.

The doctor from the organizing committee also came, and after a few brief exchanges with the Danes, they were pushed into the wheelchair.

"If I don't go to the hospital, I'm going to continue playing!" Xue Yang said as he lay on the ground, almost gritting his teeth.

Seeing Xue Yang talking, tears flowed out, and Zhou Yu was in a very complicated mood. She can understand Xue Yang's feelings, as an athlete, no one wants to retire from the competition with an injury. However, when this happens, there is nothing anyone can do.

In the end, Xue Yang was still helped to a wheelchair.

Zhou Yu's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and at the moment when the wheelchair turned around and was about to be pushed away, he walked over and hugged Xue Yang: "Heal the injury, I will wait for you on the field!"

"My racket ......" Xue Yang's voice was already choked.

Zhou Yu turned his head and looked at Xue Yang's racket that had been thrown down.

The live broadcast rang out at this time: "The Danish team Xue Yang retired due to injury, and the Chinese team Zhou Yu advanced." ”

Zhou Yu raised her head suddenly, turned to look at the big screen in front of her, and the victory at this moment was not happy for her.

When Zhou Yu took Xue Yang's racket, hurriedly put on a sportswear, and chased outside, an ambulance was whizzing away in front of her.

At the foot of the steps of the Jincheng Sports and Culture Center, countless photojournalists are still standing there

, "crackling" in the direction the ambulance left.

Someone came up from below, stood in front of Zhou Yu, looked at her and said, "Just now Xue Yang and her coach accepted my suggestion and went to the orthopedic hospital where you treated your injuries." I called the dean, and there would be an expert on standby. By the way, the doctor preliminarily judged that it may be a ruptured Achilles tendon. ”

Zhou Yu gasped.

Heel bond breakage......

"We don't want to see this kind of thing," Xiao Zifeng took Zhou Yu's hand, "I know you feel sorry for Xue Yang." Now you have to calm down and prepare for the final the day after tomorrow. After the fight, I'll take you to visit her. ”

"Zhou Yu, can I ask you a few words?" I don't know when, a reporter with a microphone came over.

"I'm sorry," Xiao Zifeng refused on behalf of Zhou Yu, and even blocked her behind him, "There's nothing to say." ”

"Secretary General Xiao, we just want to ask, what is Zhou Yu's opinion on Xue Yang's injury and withdrawal?" The reporter simply pointed the microphone at Xiao Zifeng.

"It's a pity that Xue Yang is a very strong athlete, and we hope that he can recover from his injury as soon as possible and get back on the field," Xiao Zifeng said, thinking about it again, "I also believe that she will come back soon." ”

"Zhou Yu, don't you feel lucky to win the finals without a fight this time?" The reporter looked at Zhou Yu again.

"What's the luck, my friend is injured!" Zhou Yu's emotions finally lost control, and tears fell.