After the incident, I followed the stretcher and walked along it towards the locker room.

In our eyes, it is the place where the mission is handed over, and it is the resting place of the players, but I think the people on this stretcher may think in their hearts that it is similar to hell.

There were many people who followed, but all of them looked at the person lying on the stretcher, just like me.

I couldn't help but stare at him.

His hair was messy in front of his forehead, his mouth was slightly open, his teeth were biting hard, his whole face was flushed, and the tear stains on his wings were not so clear, I couldn't tell how much sweat was in it, or how many tears there were.

I thought he was in pain because there was heavy breathing in his snort and his eyes were closed from head to end.

But when his eyes opened, my heart was pierced.

Those ruddy eyes stared at the entrance of the museum so solemnly, their black eyes were motionless, as if they were facing death from hell, and their eyes were full of obsession. Suddenly, a drop of sweat fell from his eyelashes, and it fell into his eyes, causing him to close his eyes immediately, but the moment he closed them, I could clearly see that he had a distinct inhale, which was inhaled from his clenched teeth, and his chest and abdomen held the jersey high, and then his slightly open mouth was completely closed, but when I was retracted, it was raised upwards.

I thought I was distracted, because when I saw it again, the moment of ascent was gone.

I don't know if the ascent at that moment is considered a trance in my mind, but I really saw it, but unfortunately even if I did, I couldn't understand the meaning of it.

Chirping!

The door was pushed open, everyone quickly pushed the stretcher in, the team doctor was making a temporary diagnosis, everyone was standing aside, or praying, or discussing, or staring, or shutting up, in short, it must be related to Zhong Jinyun.

My mission is done and now I need to go back to the bench right away and report back to the coach.

I glanced at Zhong Jinyun's face, which was not as red as before, and seemed to calm down.

In that case, I'm going to go back to the stadium.

Zhong Jinyun seemed to see through what I was thinking, and stopped me without waiting for me to turn around.

I saw him rise up and his voice came out of his mouth with a hint of trembling, which I knew was the effect of enduring pain.

At that moment, though, I was curious to see what he would say.

My eyes didn't leave his body, nor did I take my eyes off his face.

It's not that he is handsome, in fact, Zhong Jinyun is a little good-looking, but it is difficult to compare with Bu Xiaotian, and if you look closely, you can only be regarded as a sunny and refreshing big boy, this point of view has been settled since I first met him in my sophomore year of high school.

The reason why I stared at him was because I wanted to see the corners of my mouth again, which I didn't know what it meant.

"Team leader."

"Yes."

I replied. I was curious to see what he would say.

"I can."

The voice was so small that I could probably hear what it meant, but to make sure, I had to ask again, "What did you say?" ”

As soon as he spoke, I saw his whole face turn red again, redder than before, and then I heard him shout, "I can do it!" ”

"I can do it!"

"I can do it!"

Three times in a row, louder and more tearing than the other, for I noticed that the green tendons on his neck had protruded, and that his neck had turned as red as his face.

He was furious!

The people around me were just as amazed as I was.

I know what he means, he wants to play, how can the team be at such a juncture when the team is alive and dead, as a baller.

But all I can tell him is that

"No way!"

And my reasons are very good.

The people around me mean the same thing, any player who gets injured can't play anymore because you have to focus on your body and it's all about it.

'You can't play again, even if the team loses in the end, you can't go, you just have to lie here and get treatment.'

My words were still sharp, and I did not show him the slightest sympathy.

I've seen a lot of this scene, and it happened to Bu Xiaotian, let's just say that in the duel with the Emperor's Capital, Bu Xiaotian ended up injured and didn't mess around like he is now.

Any player has to put their body first!

As a team leader, it's my responsibility!

But he didn't listen to it at all, and kept yelling, "I can do it, I can do it!" ”

Over and over again!

The voice roared until it was hoarse, it trembled, it roared until its saliva splashed, and it roared until tears fell again.

The people around him kept comforting him, as if trying to convince a mad lion with great difficulty but to no avail.

"No way!"

Again, I rejected his offer.

As soon as the words landed, he almost roared at me, as if I were his father's killer!

He kept yelling, "How can you! How can you! ”

Xie Linli, the leader of the medical team, pressed his hand and comforted: "Even if you lose this time, you still have a next time, you still have next year, and you can come back." ”

Wei Chengyiran, the leader of the logistics team, was also busy comforting him, and the people around him also said: "Yes, there is still next year, and there is next year!" ”

But this sentence seemed to ignite all the anger in his heart.

He suddenly lifted the hands of the two men, and even the team doctor was completely frightened, and before I could dissuade him, I saw him struggle to get up from the stretcher, and then suddenly fell to the floor with all his strength, and at that moment his weak left foot must not have given him any help, or he was too hard.

All in all, the scene was shocking.

Blood also flowed from the place where he fell, where he had been injured in the game, and the bandaged cloth was completely stained red.

"Zhong Jinyun!"

The people around him shouted in a hurry, and then all tried in vain to help him up.

I saw him push everyone away, staggering to his feet, his teeth crunching, and then staring at me with a hideous face, those bloody eyes I had seen for the first time, as terrifying as the demons of the abyss.

He yelled at me hysterically,

"Where are you next year!"

"Where are you next year?"

"Where will I be next year!"

"Where are we next year!"

"You tell me! Tell me! ”

He pointed at my nose and yelled, and his body was standing there!

At that moment, I was speechless.

I have seen this scene once, it didn't happen to Bu Xiaotian, it didn't happen to the current team members, he happened to Captain Qin Feng.

He was exactly the same as what Captain Qin Feng did after he was injured, and he pointed at me just like Captain Qin Feng pointed at Coach Fang back then.

I was just a small clerk that year, but the scene was too similar.

I can't know what Coach Fang was thinking at that time, just like when I face him now, I can't say anything.

How should I answer him?

Tell him that I will go to college next year, tell him that next year our older generation will all be gone, and tell him that next year you may not have the same momentum as this year, or tell him directly, there is no next year?

I was speechless and my face was red.

The people around me couldn't dissuade me anymore, and the team doctor didn't come forward, and it seemed that all the pressure was on me, a junior in high school.

But as the last Yuan Qi team leader said,

"If you choose this path, you will be the sixth person on the sidelines, everything will be based on the team, and your name will be replaced by Beifu!"

At this moment, I saw the tears on everyone's faces, and they were silent, because they were all drowned out by the tears of one person.

Zhong Jinyun walked towards the door like a madman.

Others, on the other hand, seem to be waiting for my ruling.

That's when I realized the importance of a manager and the burden it bears, and how can I not be a player growing?

"Stop!"

I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes and shouted.

Then I made the most daring decision at this time, a passionate and impulsive decision like Zhong Jinyun.

"Uncle Yang, give him emergency medical treatment, and then let him play."

The people around were stunned.

I yelled like Zhong Jinyun: "Hurry! ”

Zhong Jinyun was in front of me and sighed at me: "Thank you." ”

Then I saw it, the corners of my mouth raised like a flash in the pan.

Only once, I understood what it meant, my way.

Zhong Jinyun, I can be regarded as answering your question.

Whatever is next year, where is the next second, all you have to do is what you want to do at this moment.

We have youth, we have full of enthusiasm, we have the years when we are not crazy and not old, we have the courage to work hard, there is a future full of possibilities, there is everything unknowable, but there is no yesterday to do it again, so how can I regret it at this moment!

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The treatment was very fast, surrounded by everyone, Zhong Jinyun walked towards the arena, and his steps were not as stumbling as he was at the beginning, which could be regarded as a temporary curative effect under emergency treatment. I didn't think about the consequences of that decision, just like he didn't think about the huge pain that would happen after this game, and whether he would be able to play after the pain.

But now, why think about it.

Because when he stood at the gate of the stadium where the light shone in, when he raised his right hand and slammed it into a fist into the left atrium, I felt the wind of Beifu.

For him, the glory of the warrior who never regretted his death was the least praised.

So when he walked into the arena and received the eyes of everyone in the room, I think I must have laughed.

Because he's worth it!

At 78-75, the score was back by two more points, and the clock had 24 seconds left, the same as his number.

I think it's all worth it.

So now,

Your turn

Warrior!

(This chapter takes the first perspective of Li Xiao, the new leader of Beifu No. 1 Middle School)

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Author's note: I thought about this chapter for a long time, and decided to write it in this way, as a real observer, I don't know how effective it is, so you can leave a comment and talk about whether you can accept this kind of writing or whether you can be immersive.

The last sentence is: let's look forward to the arrival of the last chapter (not the finale).