"It's okay, there are 10 minutes left, 11 and 10. If you replace a striker with a physical striker, you still have a chance." Xia Yan helped Park Tae-yeon treat his wound while comforting him.

Park Tae-yeon didn't answer, but just looked at his teammate who was about to start a free kick. He was really confident of scoring such a goal. This position allowed him to kick 10, and at most one was saved by the goalkeeper.

Not long after, he turned his eyes back, looked down at Xia Yan, and then glanced at the entire court, which was really tight.

Xia Yan looked back and then retracted her gaze. It would turn into the German team's goal ball, and it must have been kicked away.

"Don't think about it, you know that with such an injury, they will definitely not understand how you can play. And now that I'm photographed like this, it's not easy to explain even if you win the next game."

"kindness."

No expectation that Ni Jiang would answer. She looked up and looked down. Ni Jiang, who was lowering her head, had her bangs slightly blocked her eyes, but she could still see his eyes clearly at this angle. She felt distressed and quickly dealt with it without saying a word.

The fans who were close to the stands, whether they were from Germany, South Korea, or the neutral Brazilian local audience, looked at them from time to time.

The fourth official walked to the sidelines with a Korean player, and the fans confirmed what happened in a while.

Regarding the injuries on his foot just now, no live broadcast shot was directly given, but a camera came to take a picture. The fans were not sure what happened in a while, but they had guessed that Park Tae-yeon might be injured.

Xia Yeon's hands were very flexible, disinfected alcohol, then stitched it quickly, then applied medicine and bandaged it. After doing everything, she saw Park Tae-yeon still dazed, so she squatted and looked back at the sidelines. Lee Gon-ho was still waiting to play, and there was no dead ball on the court.

"The players on both sides can't run anymore, and Park Tae-yeon, the only one who can run, is now sitting on the sidelines for treatment. Judging from the bandages on his feet, I'm not sure if it's a sequelae left after the last game."

"A good single shot or free kick in the back is a chance for the Korean team to expand the score."

"There is not much time left for the game, and the score on the field is still 2:2. Today is a difficult game. Ozil passes the ball and shoots! And, again, shoots, beautiful Ozil!!!"

Xia Yan looked back at the German player who was celebrating after scoring the goal, and quickly looked back at Park Tae-yeon. Park Tae-yeon was about to turn his head, but Xia Yan immediately knelt on the ground, leaned over and hugged his head and refused to let him see it.

Park Tae-yeon didn't struggle. He listened to Xia Yan's heartbeat and let her hold her.

The cameraman who had been staying next to him held the camera and pointed the two siblings. Sure enough, the live broadcast cut from the Korean team that was celebrating here.

Looking at Xiaoma and Taiyan who suddenly appeared on the big screen, although in just one second, Yoona's eyes turned red instantly and she asked softly: "What's wrong? Why don't he get a free kick."

"Kim Taeyeon bit her lower lip tightly and did not answer Yoona's question. She knew that the player was bleeding and would definitely be rushed to the sidelines for bandage before she could return to the court.

The entire square was silent, only the audio on the scene was still playing the broadcast sound, but the replay goal was still stabbed in the hearts of the Korean fans, from leading to tying, then overtaking to tie, then foul the single shot, and the free kick was still ready to wait for Park Tae-yeon to show his way. As a result, the German team has scored a goal, and many people have not sorted out what is going on in a while.

"There is still a chance, he can tie the game later..." Yoona has also watched many Park Tae-yan games, knowing that he often leads the team to come back under incredible circumstances, and he can score goals later in the game. However, as soon as he said this, he saw a big 9-word flashing on the substitution card held by the referee on the sidelines.

Seeing this scene instantly stirred the entire square.

"Hey, don't bite your mouth, you'll record the show tomorrow." Taeyeon suddenly heard Hyoyeon's words, looked back at her, and then slowly relaxed her lips, but the small fist placed beside her was tightly clenched.

Park Tae-yeon was given another shot in the picture. This time, as before, he didn't take a picture of his face. He was just held in Xia Yeon's arms and blocked the shot, and at this time he took a picture of his back.

Carrying sneakers in his hand, one foot wearing socks and the other foot wearing bandages, she walked into the player passage, and Xia Yan walked together next to her.

Yoona sucked her nose, and her hands didn't wipe any tears from her face. Anyway, she couldn't tell the difference between the rain.

Xika held her shoulders with her hands, looked at the screen with her horoscope exposed, and her eyes were red.

"I want to cry, and it looks so quiet..." Hyoyeon, who always speaks faster than his brain, found that the three next to him were red with their eyes. He quickly stuck out his tongue, then reached out to wipe his eyes. Well, she was originally infected by the atmosphere on the scene, but when she saw the three next to him, she didn't know if she was going to join in the fun.

Looking at the big screen, the picture has continued on the game, and I don’t know how he is. Hyoyeon thought about it and it should be fine. Anyway, in her impression, Park Tae-yeon has always been a very cheerful guy.

"You still have to follow in?"

"Ah...oh, are you okay?"

Park Tae-yeon shook his head, then walked directly into the locker room, walked to his seat, sat down and took a towel to wipe his hair.

"It's okay...I'll go out first?"

"kindness."

Xia Yan pursed her lips and slowly closed the door. Her little head was still tilted and she was watching Oh Ni Jiang's condition. He didn't pay much attention to this side. He just saw the door closed and thought Xia Yan had walked away. Then he leaned back and pressed her head against the locker, covering the towel on his face and was still moving.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yan held her hand and left a crack in the door, and just watched quietly.

The little hand holding the handle became tighter and tighter. She knew how unwilling Ni Jiang was in her heart. She could have continued, but she lost the game for such reasons.

Although he kept saying that he didn't care, what was going on, Xiaoma, who knew him very well, knew what he would think in his heart. Now that he was confused about his feelings, football is actually his only sustenance.

"Dong!"

Xia Yan's little hand shook, thinking that she had been spotted by peeking. She looked at Park Tae-yeon's hand that was smashing to the side and the locker door that was bulging in. She didn't know that the guy's locker was vented.

It would be better not to look at it. Xia Yan, whose eyes were a little red, gently prepared to bring the door.

"Park Soo-yeon, you won!"

A word without any tone came into Xia Yan's ears with the shutters.

The little guy frowned and stood still for a long time, finally sighed and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!