Song Yingjie and the others were still resting, and Chen Xiaojian directly called everyone up. Song Yingjie and the others knew that things were a little troublesome as soon as they saw that it was raining outside, so they immediately packed up their jerseys and shoes and ran to the playground.

In this kind of weather, it takes a longer warm-up to do it, otherwise, by the time of the competition, the body is not fully active, and it is easy to cramp or even get injured when washed by the cold rain.

Chen Xiaojian commanded the warm-up in the rain, but there was no way, because the stands were not roofed, so natural, and it was impossible to have a roof on the top of the command seat to block the rain.

Because without the support of the university, Chen Xiaojian naturally has no right to change the campus building at will. Therefore, the rainy game can only be commanded against the rain.

Chen Xiaojian could only comfort himself that this was summer, not winter, and now if it was winter, he would brave the ice and rain and the blade-like north wind to command on the sidelines. Chen Xiaojian estimated that he would freeze into a popsicle.

Chen Xiaojian shouted loudly from time to time, asking Song Yingjie to warm up carefully, concentrate, and move their bodies as much as possible.

Once someone doesn't move in place, or runs less, Chen Xiaojian will immediately point it out.

Under Chen Xiaojian's supervision, Song Yingjie and the others warmed up seriously. At this moment, two strong lights pierced through the rain curtain and shone on this side of the playground.

A white bus came from afar, and Chen Xiaojian turned his head to look at the bus. Because the distance is a bit far and the rain is relatively heavy, I can only vaguely see the words written on the bus, but I can't see what is written specifically.

Despite this, everyone knows that at this time, in such a place, there is only one bus that can come over, and the bus of the Yan squadron has arrived.

After the bus was parked, the group got off one after another, and then trotted all the way to the away team's locker room.

After a while, the players of the Yan squadron, who had changed into training clothes, came to the playground under the leadership of the coach, wearing bright yellow training clothes, which could still be seen very clearly in the hazy rain.

Soon, with only ten minutes left before the start of the game, both teams were back in their dressing rooms to make their final preparations.

Song Yingjie was changing their jerseys, Chen Xiaojian was making tactical arrangements in front, and by the time Chen Xiaojian finished arranging, Song Yingjie and they had already changed their clothes.

In fact, the tactics have been arranged before, and now it is just a matter of emphasizing it again. Chen Xiaojian looked at the players who had changed into their home jerseys and stood in front of them, and said: "Although we didn't have any classmates to cheer for this game, although the Yan Squadron is the strongest team in Yancheng, although the weather seems to be against us." ”

"But I don't think that's anything, what are our goals?"

"Champion. ”

Chen Xiaojian kicked open the door that had not been closed tightly just now, and shouted: "Well said, success or failure is here." Even Yan Zhong kicked him down for me. ”

"Understood. After speaking, a group of people walked out of the door in turn, and Chen Xiaojian walked last.

Chen Xiaojian closed the door and looked up at the rain that was still falling, not at all light, and the rain fell into Chen Xiaojian's eyes, which was a little uncomfortable. Chen Xiaojian squinted his eyes and muttered to himself, "Let's go, let's go." Let this heavy rain extinguish the flame of your promotion, and it will definitely be us if you win, and it can only be us. ”

Chen Xiaojian pulled the collar of his suit, tightened his tie, and walked towards the playground. The most powerful opponent that the Dagang team has encountered so far is waiting for Chen Xiaojian there.

When Chen Xiaojian came to the playground, the people from the Yan squadron had already arrived. The starters of both teams followed the referee and prepared to enter the pitch.

Chen Xiaojian and Yan Squadron head coach Shang Yanghui handed over the player list of the two teams to the fourth referee, and then the two shook hands politely.

One is a high school student who has just come of age, and the other is a teacher from Yanzhong who led the Yan squadron to fight in the south and north. The two people with a bit of an age span naturally don't have anything in common, and they won't talk about each other or anything.

The two shook hands, and after a brief chat, they each stood back in their command areas. This match is very important for both teams, and the head-to-head clash between the first and second teams cannot be overstated.

The referee looked at his watch, and the game time was approaching, so he began to enter with the players of both teams.

Players from both teams stood near the halfway line and shook hands with each other. Then the captains of both teams are ready to guess the side.

The game was about to start, and Shang Yanghui suddenly felt as if something was wrong. At first, I didn't realize that something was wrong, but then I finally realized that it was too quiet.

The playground was so quiet that you could hear the sound of rain washing over the turf.

Where does this seem like a crucial game related to the life-and-death battle of the promotion tournament? It is clearly like a class practice in ordinary physical education class. Even if it's a physical education class, it shouldn't be so quiet.

Shang Yanghui turned to look at the stands behind him, and there was no one in the empty stands.

The originally small stand, at this time, I don't know how many times it was magnified in Shang Yanghui's eyes. Shang Yanghui's eyes were full of incredulity, he couldn't figure out how such an important game could have no audience.

Is it because of the weather? No, the Yan squadron has not played a game in a rainy day, even if the weather is bad, the stands can still be full.

You know, in this high school period where there is so much pressure to study. Even a student who doesn't like the sport of soccer will not refuse to relax at this time watching a football game played by his classmates, even if he/she may not understand anything.

But the fact is in front of Shang Yanghui's eyes, the empty stands, without even a single spectator. The whole grandstand was wet with rain, and in some places there was a small pool of water, like a small mirror, reflecting some bright light.

Shang Yanghui turned his head to look at Chen Xiaojian, who was looking at the venue, looking at Chen Xiaojian's preoccupied appearance, looking at Chen Xiaojian's straight suit, and looking at Chen Xiaojian's hair being wet.

Shang Yanghui looked at the field again, looking at the players of the Dagang team who were shaking hands with his players, looking at the jerseys on their bodies, and looking at their resolute eyes.

Shang Yanghui suddenly guessed, guessed why they were like this, and guessed what was going on in the empty stands behind him.

Shang Yanghui suddenly laughed and said softly: "A group of stubborn children, then let me see your level." Even though it's already like this, it's still persistent. ”

When Shang Yanghui looked at Chen Xiaojian and them, Chen Xiaojian was also looking at the players of the Yan Squadron.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the strongest team in Yancheng, and a row of people is standing there, and it looks unusual with such momentum. Even the first squadron sitting at home seems to be just that.