Two days passed by in a flash, and it was the early morning of July 15th.

Today is the day to set off.

The training days were boring, but unexpectedly fulfilling.

Everyone from the national team gathered in Conference Room 1.

Now all the technical staff and logistical staff, including the national team, have gathered together. Even so, there is no feeling of overcrowding as before.

The large team responsible for sparring has already returned. Of course, many people have already bought tickets and will pay their own travel expenses to go to Zurich to watch the game.

Ye Xiu stood in front of the podium in the conference room, looking at the people who had gathered.

The gathering before departure looked like a pep rally.

The atmosphere became a little more serious. Ye Xiu cleared his throat and said:

"There will be no training today. We will board the plane at noon and head to Zurich. I hope everyone will work hard, uh..."

"No. 8, Mucheng."

Ye Xiu continued to read the number and name.

The team uniform is a very common sportswear style. The upper part of the jacket is black, the lower part is white, the waist pockets are black, and red is distributed on the hem, wrists and both sides of the sleeves, and there are gold inlays.

side.

It seems...there's really no problem.

On the left side of the chest is the emblem of glory, and on the right side are golden Arabic numerals symbolizing the number, as well as the English name of the country.

"Wait a minute, aren't you the team leader?" Huang Shaotian said.

"No. 5, Huang Shaotian."

This sense of ceremony quickly made the atmosphere solemn.

In fact, they had already prepared almost everything they needed to prepare in advance. They each went back to get their luggage. After a while, everyone left the training center where they had been training together for nearly half a month.

At the bottom is a string of small English characters, including:

The First World Glory Invitational Tournament

Wearing the national team uniform, they will represent the country!

Ye Xiu took out the first team uniform.

Yu Wenzhou took it with a smile.

"Thank you."

"We are the national team and represent China E-sports. I will do my best to help the team win the championship together," captain Yu Wenzhou said.

Everyone nodded, it was impossible for them to forget the goal of their trip.

When it comes to interviews with national team members, it's actually very simple. The first topic that comes up is their impressions.

"I know, it was Ye Qiu who did it." Ye Xiu said expressionlessly.

"Qiang Qiang! The account card is with me!" Su Mucheng took out an account card from behind with a smile.

"Thanks."

Before No. 14 exited the room, Fang Rui had already started wailing.

"No. 9, Zhang Jiale."

Chen Xing smiled and walked forward and took over his team uniform.

"Your number is good, let's change it." Huang Shaotian's eyes lit up.

Just facing reporters will make the great gods show their timidity.

"This is mine." Ye Xiu glanced at it and said.

"Get out of here quickly... No. 6, Xiao Chen..."

"No. 11, Li Xuan."

"No. 4, Wang Jiexi."

Zhou Zekai: "We must win."

The number above is exactly No. 1.

"Then what's the problem?" Ye Xiu said.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Su Mucheng stepped forward to take it.

"There is only one goal..."

Everyone went back to pick up their luggage and changed their clothes. An hour later, they got on the bus to the airport and boarded the plane around 10 o'clock. There were transfers along the way, and they arrived on the evening of the 15th local time.

During this period of time, although there was hard work, most of the time I didn’t feel too much pressure. Everyone was training together and making jokes, which was no different from usual.

They always knew that the preparations for so many days were all for a very important game.

Next.

"You did it on purpose!" Zhang Jiale's mouth twitched.

"cut……"

Ye Xiu read the next numbers and names quickly:

"No. 10, Zhang Xinjie."

"Next, let's give out team uniforms..." Ye Xiu skipped the speech part without realizing it and picked up a large cardboard box from the audience.

"Barely." Zhang Jiale complained.

But when everyone came to gather downstairs, they discovered that reporters had actually arrived.

"Nonsense, can you forget it?"

Xiao Shiqin: "…………"

There was a lot of booing below. Could this speech be any simpler?

"Hehehe, I will work it out if I have the chance..." Chen Xing laughed meaningfully.

"Hmph, so we are actually still a team of fourteen people. We must find a way to let some unofficial players play." Zhang Jiale said.

"Everyone be quiet!" Ye Xiu said with a serious face, "You great gods, don't forget to get the championship trophy back."

"No. 2! Yu Wenzhou!" Ye Xiu angrily took out the second set of team uniforms and forcibly interrupted the conversation.

"Hmph! Stingy."

Huang Shaotian: "Fuck, rely, rely!"

"Yes, the official still has commentators and reporters responsible for domestic live broadcasts, but they may not necessarily be with us." Su Mucheng said.

"Are there any reporters accompanying the team on our trip?" Chu Yunxiu couldn't help but ask.

This is the first time that the national team members have appeared in the public eye after half a month of training. At the same time, this is also the time when they go off to battle.

"No. 3, Zhou Zekai."

"It's an honor to be a member of the national team for the first World Invitational Tournament..."

After that, the logistics staff and technical staff wore uniform uniforms with similar styles but slightly different ones, and no numbers.

He was the captain, so he was ranked behind Ye Xiu.

"That's great. I'll give you a chance to win the world championship. What else do you care about?" Ye Xiu's sudden last-ditch attack.

"Take it, Master Obscene." Ye Xiu stuffed the last team uniform over him.

The atmosphere was originally a bit tense, but when everyone saw Ye Xiu pick up a team uniform with black, white and red as the background color, the conference room suddenly became quiet.

"reject."

"No. 13, Xiaoqiu."

"How the hell am I the last one?"

"If you want to change, give up. Your initials are on the clothes... No. 7, Xiao Shiqin."

Team uniform...

But now, their team participating in the World Championship is about to put on a unified uniform and strive for the same goal.

His sense of existence is completely taken up by this guy!

"Ahem, forget it, we are all on our own, let's keep it simple..." Ye Xiu said.

"I told you I didn't bring my account card..." Ye Xiu frowned.

"Number five? Why am I number five? What's the significance of this number? Can anyone give me an answer? Or if anyone wants this number later, we can discuss changing it..."

Hearing Ye Xiu's voice pause, more than a dozen pairs of eyes in the audience all looked at him, waiting for Ye Xiu to continue.

After half a month of training, how could everyone not have any impressions.

"No. 12, Chu Yunxiu."

And among them, this time the person who rushed forward to report on the national team's expedition was a face that was already familiar to many people, Chang Xian.

"The championship belongs to us."

"Wearing the national team uniform, you will do your best to fight for the country." Chen Xing said seriously.

Finally, Chang Xian handed the microphone to Ye Xiu: "Leader Ye, what do you think?"

"I am very grateful to the members of the training team who responded immediately and quickly assembled during the league break, as well as everyone who helped with coaching... who gave great assistance outside the court. They all made great efforts during this period.

.If there is any team that deserves to win the championship, I think it must be us."
Chapter completed!