The Gold is Yours, You Are Mine

Before the start of the game, Xie Shi'an took the initiative to call Yan Xinyuan, as if for peace of mind. The ring rang for a long time, but no one answered.

She frowned, and when she was about to hang up, someone picked her up. Xie Shi'an beamed with joy: "Coach Yan..."

Coach Liang on the other end of the phone sounded tired.

"It's me, Shi'an."

Xie Shi'an was stunned for a moment. I don't know when they called, and nine out of ten times they were answered by Coach Liang.

"Coach Liang, where is Coach Yan, isn't he here?"

"Well, I'm training."

"It's past nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time, are you still training?"

Evening training is not so late.

Coach Liang seemed to have just come to his senses, and hurriedly lied.

"Today we played a friendly match with the city team, so it's a bit late, and the meeting isn't over yet."

No, one will be training and the other will be a friendly match. His words are contradictory and full of doubts.

Xie Shi'an wanted to ask again, but Wan Jing came to meet him.

"The game is about to start, who should I call?"

Xie Shi'an had no choice but to suppress his doubts temporarily.

"Coach Liang, I'll hang up first. The finals are about to begin. Please tell Coach Yan to take care of his health."

"Wait for us to go back."

Her last sentence was extremely serious.

Looking at the unconscious Yan Xinyuan who was covered in tubes in the ICU, he turned his back, covered the receiver with his hands, finally restrained his emotions, and said with red eyes: "Hey, okay, old Yan... also Looking forward to your return."

The notice of critical illness has been issued, and the leaders of the provincial team rushed to the hospital when they heard the news.

The ventilator was already on, and the doctor came out and said, "The patient's condition is not very good. You should be mentally prepared. His lung cancer is in the advanced stage. In fact, there is no point in rescuing him like this. It will only increase the pain."

Coach Liang held his hand and begged.

"No matter what, save him, let him... let him last a little longer!"

"Don't worry about this, we will definitely do our best. We have used all the available treatment methods. Now it depends on the patient's will to survive. If he can survive tonight, the **** is over." Mask, go in and get busy.

Seeing him lying on the bed with his eyes closed, unconscious, Coach Liang thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the game video. Knowing that he couldn't hear him inside, he turned the volume to the maximum and stuck it on the glass. On the ground, looking at him, hoping to give him a little fighting spirit to survive.

"Good afternoon, audience friends. Welcome to today's final scene. I am the commentator Zhao Zhao, and I am Jiang Yunli."

"It's a great honor to invite our teacher Jiang to be a guest studio today, and explain today's game with me. Regarding today's game, can teacher Jiang predict the score?"

Jiang Yunli thought about it.

"It will be very stalemate. It should be impossible to have an overwhelming score like the semi-finals. I have a hunch that it will be like 2:1."

"Who is 2 who is 1?"

Jiang Yunli laughed.

"It's hard to say now, although we all hope that Xie Shi'an can win, but the arena is the arena, full of unknown possibilities, the strength of the two sides is close, it mainly depends on the performance of the players on the court."

"From the national competition to the World Championships to the Olympic Games, the two can be considered old friends and old rivals. When they meet, who is the better one? The scene is ready and the competition is about to start. Let us wait and see!"

With the referee's whistle sounded.

Xie Shi'an took the lead to serve. Wearing the red and white Chinese team uniform, she rushed to the net like a bolt of lightning, with a loose posture.

Jin Nanzhi didn't move too slowly, and followed closely behind.

Wan Jing stood on the sidelines watching for a while, then suddenly answered a phone call, his face instantly became ugly and worried.

He glanced at Xie Shi'an, turned his back, and quietly left from the athlete's passage to the empty corridor outside the stadium.

When the whole audience focused on the game, Park Minxian keenly noticed the disappearance of the head coach of the Chinese team.

He winked at the assistant coach, who nodded, looked around, and went out through the athlete's tunnel.

"What?! Already critically ill?! Didn't he..." When he called Tuo Gu at that time, he could still sit up and say a complete sentence, but he didn't expect his illness to develop so quickly.

At that time, he advised him to come to Beijing for treatment as soon as possible, no matter how much money he spent, he would find the best hospital for him.

But Yan Xinyuan just smiled and said: "Forget it, there is no need. I know my own body. I may not be able to get off the operating table. Why suffer from that? It's better to leave a whole body."

"There are only two things in my life that make me regret for the rest of my life. One is that I didn't win the Grand Slam, and the other is that I was too strict with Niu Niu and pinned all my hopes on her, which caused her to have an accident in training. , also left me."

"Old Wan, I only have one last thing to do now. I want to ask you, you... You see, for the sake of our friendship for many years, take care of those two children for me, and don't make them have no branches to rely on."

Thinking of this, Wan Jing felt remorseful and slammed his fist on the wall, his eyes were red, and he asked in a low voice, "How is the situation now?"

"Doctors are doing their best to rescue her, but it's hard to say whether I can survive tonight..."

"Good! Beautiful! Xie Shi'an scored a lore, which directly ended the game, leading 1:0 for the time being!"

Hearing the cheers coming from the arena, Wan Jing turned around and said anxiously as he walked in: "I'll hang up first, and Shi'an is still in the game. If there is any situation, you must contact me as soon as possible."

Someone hurried past him, wearing a mask and peaked cap, and went in the opposite direction. He put all his heart and soul on the game and Yan Xinyuan, and he didn't notice that this person was wearing the uniform of the South Korean team.

After hanging up the phone, there was an explanation voice on the phone. Coach Liang was stunned for a while, then suddenly stood up, walked to the glass door, raised the phone, and slapped the glass with red eyes.

"Old Yan! Look quickly! Shi'an won! You won the first round! The rest of the game must be fine, she's coming back soon, if you keep going, do you hear me?! Old Yan!"

Even though he couldn't hear his voice, at this moment, although his eyes were closed, his eyes still rolled slightly.

The value on the monitor rose slightly again, and the medical staff around him all let out a sigh of relief.

Coach Liang stood outside the door, also weeping with joy.

After the first round, Wan Jing just came back. Jian Changnian chattered, "Coach Wan, where did you go just now, and you didn't see the last few balls. Shi'an simply killed Jin Nanzhi without leaving a single piece."

"It's fine if you win, work hard for the next game, and strive for a quick victory. After the game, let's go home early."

On the South Korean team, Park Min-heon is also making tactical arrangements.

"Next match, one word, drag."

The smile on Jin Nanzhi's lips was a little contemptuous.

"Why, it's not that I can't beat her. I lost the last round because of a few ball mistakes. This round won't happen."

Park Min Xian patted her on the shoulder and lowered his voice.

"Nan Zhi, when have I ever hurt you, you just listen to me, one word, procrastinate, procrastinate until she is anxious and impatient, only when she takes the initiative to attack will she be full of loopholes."

The referee blew the whistle again, and Park Minxian pushed him away.

"Go, don't forget, we have only one goal, and that is the gold medal."

At the beginning of the second game, Jin Nanzhi kept a certain distance from her, no longer fighting with her in front of the net, but patiently hoisted the ball, and the two sides played each other in the backcourt, comparing their physical strength and endurance.

"Jin Nanzhi changed his tactics in this round. She knew that she would definitely not be able to beat Xie Shi'an when it came to quick breaks and quick kills," Jiang Yunli said.

"Of course, Xie Shi'an is currently the world record holder for the highest ball speed in women's badminton singles."

"The two sides exchange one more shot."

"20."

"30."

"50."

"70!"

"No, it's still fighting!"

The expression on the commentator's face was also a little shocked.

Jiang Yunli's face became serious little by little.

"This kind of multi-shooting with each other will consume a lot of physical strength for the athletes. There is still a round to come. Xie Shi'an has to find a chance to break the round quickly. She can't be led by the nose like this."

In competitive sports, there are basically no all-round hexagonal fighters. The rulers are different and the inches are strong. Everyone is good at different things and plays differently. The backhand position will be her deadly corner.

For Xie Shi'an, she is good at fast breaks and quick kills, and her explosive power is extremely strong, but as time goes by, her physical exertion will increase, just like a sprinter is not suitable for long-distance running, and the most important thing is What's more, she never rested after playing the Asian Cup.

Jin Nanzhi's offseason is very long, and there is plenty of time for her to adjust her state, enhance her endurance, and study her style of play.

"Xie Shi'an doesn't want this ball! It's already 88 shots, I can't wait any longer, Xie Shi'an!"

The moment the explanation fell, Xie Shi'an looked at the badminton flying towards him, gritted his teeth, jumped up and smashed against the pressure.

She wanted to use the speed she was proud of to end this long tug-of-war, but unexpectedly, the ball was blocked again.

Jin Nanzhi sent the ball to the net with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Has the appendicitis healed? It's hard to consume so much energy, right? Or you can just let me get it with a ball."

Xie Shi'an gritted his teeth and panted heavily.

"Shut up, it's not time to admit defeat yet."

"yes?"

She suddenly withdrew her smile, seemed to be about to twitch, and flicked her right hand in front of her. Xie Shi'an subconsciously followed her movements to find the ball's landing point. After a while, he realized something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

The ball landed in the left half of the field where she had no time to return.

Xie Shi'an flew to grab it, but it was of no avail.

"Let us congratulate Jin Nanzhi for winning the second game. The two sides are tied at 1:1. Come to the match point!"

Jin Nanzhi straightened up, looked at her panting with her knees propped up, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"Unexpectedly, you also have weaknesses."

Xie Shi'an gave her a cold look, and returned to the rest area surrounded by everyone. Wan Jing handed her a bottle of water.

"Don't worry, just let go of the ball you should put. Conserving your strength is the most important thing. Make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. How can you be head-to-head."

Xie Shi'an also knew that he was really in a hurry in this game, and wanted to win the game 2-0 with all his strength, but he didn't expect that Jin Nanzhi was also very resilient. Being stuck by her was like a piece of brown sugar, and the point difference could not be closed no matter what open.

"I know, I just don't want to give up any balls, I just want to finish the game quickly."

Jian Changnian looked at the joyful appearance of the South Korean team, and didn't get angry at all: "It was like this during the World Championships. If Shi'an let the ball go, will they complain that you are passive in the game? He doesn't play the ball very well, but he has a lot of heart."

Being interrupted by her, Xie Shi'an slightly bent his lips.

Wan Jing patted her on the shoulder, glanced at the phone, the call came, he had no choice but to speak in a hurry.

"It's okay, there's still the third round. You should take a good rest, adjust your state, and make persistent efforts in the final round. I'll go out and answer the phone."

Xie Shi'an nodded: "Okay."

During the intermission, the staff was scrubbing the floor, and it seemed that it would take a while.

Jian Changnian took out biscuits and chocolates from her bag, and handed them to her in front of her eyes: "Shi'an, are you hungry, do you want to replenish your energy?"

"Why do you bring food for the game?"

"Isn't this for you?"

Xie Shi'an thought for a while, and took a chocolate bar from her hand: "Then let me try this."

On the South Korean team, Park Minxian patted Jin Nanzhi on the shoulder vigorously, and praised her: "Nanzhi played really well in this round, did you see that, as long as you drag it on, Xie Shi'an is in a hurry with you now."

What he said was very firm, but Jin Nanzhi didn't think deeply about it. Before the game started, she got up and walked outside.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Park Minxian nodded, and asked a team member to go with her. Not long after Jin Nanzhi left, he gave a wink, and another Korean team member got up and walked towards Xie Shian.

Xie Shi'an was eating, when she was lightly patted on the shoulder, she turned her head, the Korean team member leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and then returned to her team.

Xie Shi'an looked hesitant, looked at the direction where Jin Nanzhi was leaving, and finally chose to put down the chocolate in his hand.

Jian Changnian stopped him: "Shi'an, don't go, there must be nothing good for Jin Nanzhi looking for you."

The Korean player said just now that Jin Nanzhi was waiting for her outside and wanted to tell her something. What did Jin Nanzhi tell her? He just asked her why Yin Jiayi broke up with her.

She promised Yin Jiayi that if Jin Nanzhi asked, she would keep this secret for herself.

"It's okay, it's just outside the corridor, I'll come back as soon as I go."

Jian Changnian also stood up: "Then I will go with you."

Xie Shi'an nodded, and the two of them walked out together. Just like that, a moment of tenderness made her a lifelong regret.

After they came out, they saw that there was no one in the corridor, and the game was about to start again, so they were about to go back. At this moment, Xie Shi'an saw that the door of the Chinese team's lounge was ajar, and there were faint voices coming from inside.

She listened intently for a while, and only heard the word "Old Yan". She was a little curious, walked over slowly, and pushed the door open.

"Shi'an!" Jian Changnian also ran over.

Looking at the two people who rushed in suddenly, Wan Jing was stunned in place, before he could hang up the phone, his eyes were red, Xie Shi'an looked at him, as if realizing something, he snatched the phone over, pressed the speakerphone, I heard Coach Liang say.

"Old Yan...Old Yan...It's too late, doctor, the doctor just issued the second critical illness notice..."

Like a bolt from the blue.

Both of them were stunned.

Xie Shi'an's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes turned red immediately: "Coach Liang, it's me...no...impossible...Coach Yan, he...how could he suddenly..."

Wan Jing came to his senses, rushed up and snatched the phone back from her hand, and pressed the end button, trying to comfort her.

"Shi'an, listen to me, no...Old Yan...He's fine now...Don't think too much..."

With all the previous clues strung together, Xie Shi'an no longer believed anything they said.

She just stretched out her hand, held her head up, and stubbornly kept her tears from falling: "Give me the phone, and I will verify it myself."

Wan Jing shook his head and put his hands behind his back.

Xie Shi'an's request was fruitless, and her eyes fell on her golf bag on the sofa. Her mobile phone was inside. She rushed over, threw things outside in a hurry, and rummaged through her mobile phone.

Wan Jing held her hand that was about to make a call, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "Old Yan is in the ICU and is being rescued, even if you call him, he still can't answer, are you satisfied now? !"

Jian Changnian was also in a hurry, tears rolled in his eyes, he looked at him, then at Xie Shi'an, feeling at a loss for a while.

"Wan...Coach Wan, please clarify what you mean by being in the ICU and being rescued. He was fine when we left!"

"He's not good. He's been bad for a long time. When he was found out, he had advanced lung cancer. He's been hiding it from you all the time, for fear that you'll be sad."

After Wan Jing finished speaking, the dignified head coach of the national team, with a body of seven feet, couldn't help feeling sad and shed a few tears.

Xie Shi'an was stunned for a moment, and took two steps back in disbelief. The dream from last night suddenly flooded into her mind, uncovering the pain and scars buried in her heart, and she was shocked to realize that after so many years Well, this wound has never healed.

Without saying a word, she turned around and was about to run outside.

The radio in the living room rang.

"The deciding game is about to begin, please return to the preparation area and prepare for the game."

"Stop! There is one game left, where are you going?!" Wan Jing stopped her from behind.

Xie Shi'an clenched her fists and stood there, unable to move. She gritted her teeth tightly to resist the soreness in her eyes.

"At that time... when my grandfather passed away, it was the same. I didn't have time to see him for the last time because I was playing a game."

Wan Jing roared with red eyes.

"If you go back now, you are a coward! You are a deserter! What do you let the audience think, what do the referees think, what does the IBF think, do you want to have a future in the future! This is not a national competition, nor is it the Asian Cup, this is The Olympic Games, the highest-level competition in the world!"

"You are wearing the uniform of the Chinese team, and what you are representing now is... our entire country."

"Do you think he will be happy when you go back to see him, and he can live?! Let me tell you, my senior brother, he has long been hopeless! His greatest wish is to see you win an Olympic gold medal to replace him. He fulfilled his Grand Slam dream!"

"He has struggled for this dream for 40 years. For 40 years, from player to coach, and from youth to gray hair, he devoted all his efforts to badminton, which he loves."

"In fact, he has died a long time ago. He insisted on playing with you through the World Championships and the Asian Cup. Xie Shi'an, don't let him down again."

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Xie Shi'an didn't know how he got back on the field in the end. When he stepped down the steps, his foot missed the ground. It was Jian Changnian who helped her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

She turned her head to look, and there was also a face full of tears.

In such a huge arena, the audience was ebullient, fanatical fans were shouting her name, but they were the only ones who shared sorrow and joy at this moment.

Seeing her red eyes, a string in Xie Shi'an's heart was twitched silently. She raised her hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't cry, the media...we're filming, after this game, we'll go home."

After she finished speaking, she let go of Jian Changnian's hand, walked through the darkest road from the athlete's passage to the competition field, and went to an undecided game like a soldier who would never hesitate.

When the light hit her again, Xie Shi'an picked up the racket with only one thought in mind: she wants to win.

However, this game was much more difficult than she had imagined. Kim Nam-ji carried out the "dragging" tactics taught to her by Park Min-heon to the end, and it was even worse than the previous game.

The South Korean team kept making complaints and asked the referee to suspend the game. For a while, the lights in the stadium were too dazzling to see clearly, and for a while, the wind direction of the air conditioner affected the landing point of the badminton.

Even the commentary is a bit suspicious.

"What happened to the South Korean team today? Why are there so many things, it feels like they are delaying time."

"Scheming, it's the last game, they are affecting Xie Shi'an's mentality, I hope she will hold on, don't worry, hurry, you will fall into their trap."

Before the words fell, the South Korean team lodged a complaint again, on the grounds that the cheers and shouts of the audience were too loud, which affected them.

As soon as this ridiculous reason came out, a sneer appeared on the corner of Xie Shi'an's lips. He couldn't help it anymore, smashed the racket in his hand, pointed at the referee's nose, and roared angrily.

"I thought the Korean team's complaints were outrageous enough, but what was even more outrageous was that they were able to successfully appeal again and again! Why, why, didn't they affect me by doing this?!"

The referee shrugged, saying he didn't understand what she was saying, and then raised a yellow card to signal to the audience.

Xie Shi'an's eyes were about to burst, he was about to grit his teeth, and rushed up to argue, but was stopped by Wan Jing who ran up.

"Shi'an, Shi'an, calm down, don't yell at the referee! Play the game first, and leave the rest to me, huh?!"

"Xie Shi'an was fined a yellow card, and the point was awarded to Jin Nanzhi. In this case, she won the first half."

Looking at the farce over there, Jin Nanzhi turned his head and moved his lips: "Coach Park, why..."

Park Minxian glanced at Xie Shi'an, she didn't seem to be in a very good condition now, she was very impatient and restless.

He put his hand on Jin Nanzhi's shoulder and vowed.

"Nanzhi, you just need to play. In the second half, you just need to hold back, just like the last game. Don't let her open the gap too much. She is getting anxious. This is the best time for you to win the game." .”

A trace of hesitation flashed in Jin Nanzhi's eyes, Park Minxian saw that she was a little shaken, and shook her shoulder again, speaking earnestly.

"Don't forget how Yin Jiayi treated you, who forced her to retire, and how they bullied you when you first came to China to play. Don't be too indecisive."

The referee's whistle had already sounded, and the second half of the game officially started. Jin Nanzhi nodded, and when he turned around, he squeezed the necklace around his neck, took a deep breath, and took the racket to the field.

"Shi'an, you must stay steady and not fall into her rhythm. Hit the ball you can hit, and let it go if you take more shots. Endurance is not your strong point."

Before going on stage, Wan Jing's exhortations were still in her ears, but the more she tried not to worry, the more a fire burned in her heart.

She clearly knew that Yan Xinyuan was terminally ill and his life was dying, but she still had to hold back her grief and stand here to continue the competition.

She was already trying her best to restrain herself from thinking about this matter, and wanted to bring her attention back to the arena, but scenes of the past flashed through her mind, and she still couldn't help but shed tears.

The badminton flew towards her, she didn't have time to raise her hand to wipe away her tears, her eyes were blurred, Xie Shi'an relied on her intuition, and flew towards it, but after all, it was still a few centimeters short, and the badminton fell to the ground.

She also fell to the ground heavily because of saving the ball, the racket flew out, and curled up on the ground with her knees hugged for a long time, unable to get up.

The scoreboard lights up.

16:19

Kim Nam-ji takes the lead temporarily.

Cheers erupted from the stands on the South Korean side.

There was silence in the studio.

Jiang Yunli frowned tightly: "No, no, Xie Shi'an's state is not quite right. The first and third rounds of the game seemed to be a different person."

The barrage was full of malice from the very beginning.

"Xie Shi'an, can you do it? If you can't, get out and bring Yin Jiayi up, don't waste national resources."

"That's right, occupying other people's participation quota, but I lost the chain at a critical moment. I really don't know what the national team thinks."

"Did she take money from the Korean team?"

"Hahaha, appendicitis is no longer usable, what reason do we have to make up this time?"

…

"Being affected by the South Korean team, she was fined another yellow card, which makes everyone feel uncomfortable. Besides, she is only 19 years old and still very young. This is also her first time participating in the Olympic Games. Everyone watched the game rationally. Be kind to our athletes."

Another commentator also said.

God-making, witch-hunting, in the early years, a red mouth and white teeth can kill people. Since the birth of the world's first computer, it has become easier. Sitting at home and typing on the keyboard, you can easily obliterate Lose all the hard work of a person for more than ten years.

They couldn't see that she won the World Championships and the Asian Cup before, but only saw the few goals she lost in the Olympics today.

There were boos in the stands, some people yelled that the ticket would be refunded and left angrily, some people were cursing her parents sparingly, and some people took a laser pointer and shone on her face, and were quickly dragged out by the security guards.

Obviously before, they all liked her so much.

Xie Shi'an bent the corners of her lips, and tears flowed down silently. After playing for so long, she was so tired, her hands and feet were so weak that she had no strength at all.

Enough is enough, it's time to end this long tug of war.

Xie Shi'an closed his eyes sadly.

Seeing such a result, the commentator felt uncomfortable, especially Jiang Yunli, who watched her walking step by step, was inevitably moved even if she was sitting in the studio.

"It seems that Xie Shi'an is no longer able to continue the competition. Anyway, it is already remarkable that she can come here."

After the team doctor stepped forward to briefly assess her injury, he nodded at Wan Jing and was about to lift her down.

At this moment, there was a shout from the sidelines.

"Xie Shi'an! Don't give up! Coach Yan is still waiting for us to bring the gold medal back to show him!"

Jian Changnian's voice broke through all the haze, shining into her world like a ray of light, and the whole sky suddenly brightened.

Coach Yan, yes, Coach Yan is still waiting for her to go back.

"As a professional player, a good attitude, the ability to withstand pressure, a mature and stable personality, and excellent skills are indispensable. Shi'an, you still have a long way to go."

"Hurry up, hurry up, run, speed up, speed up, speed up! Yin Jiayi won't play this kind of slow ball with you, which only old people play!"

"I have a hunch that you and Chang Nian will be the future twin stars of badminton in this world."

"Shi'an, remember, when you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins."

"I...I'm just a bit regretful. I've struggled for most of my life...but I couldn't win the Grand Slam for her."

Grand Slam, yes, Grand Slam, she promised to win the Grand Slam for Coach Yan.

Xie Shi'an suddenly opened his eyes.

Courage, faith, what was lost in this game, are returning to her body little by little.

She sat up from the crowd, raised her hand to signal to the referee that she could continue the game, after the team doctor gave a simple bandage.

Xie Shi'an picked up the dropped racket and stood up again.

At the World Championships, and now, she is always very tenacious, falling down and getting back up again and again.

Jin Nanzhi looked at her, a little unbearable.

"Even if you lose today, you will be the youngest Olympic runner-up in the history of world badminton."

Xie Shi'an shook his head, his eyes were firm, he dragged his injured leg, walked across to her, and stood still.

She also just said.

"I can't lose, there are too many people behind me."

From Coach Yan to the teacher she has never met, senior Jiang Yunli, and Yin Jiayi, they have poured their blood into this arena. She climbed mountains and ridges and carried the dreams of too many people to get here.

There were hoarse shouts from the stands, and her supporters had tears in their eyes: "Xie Shi'an, come on!!"

"Xie Shi'an, we believe that you can come back against the wind!"

"Xie Shi'an, you have made it through the World Championships, and you will definitely be able to do it this time!"

"Xie Shi'an, no matter you win or lose, mom will always love you!"

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The final decisive battle is coming, and the South Korean team is not to be outdone, they raised the national flag one after another to cheer for Kim Nam-ji.

The cheers of fans from both sides resounded over the Wembley Stadium.

Jin Nanzhi's lips curled into a sneer.

"Let's go, you're doomed."

No one knows what kind of pain she endured in the last few minutes. On the one hand, her teacher was lying in the ICU, and she was in a state of anxiety. On the other hand, the pain in her body greatly affected her performance. Every time she jumped up, The knee is like gouging out the flesh with a blunt knife. The hit here is actually a struggle of willpower.

Two people in the studio were also praying for her.

"17:19, Xie Shi'an, come on, Xie Shi'an!"

"Two more points and we can tie the score!"

"Kim Nam-ji also made an all-out impact on the gold medal!"

"Oh, this ball is beautiful! Xie Shi'an tricked Jin Nanzhi into the backcourt with a fake move, and actually hooked a diagonal backhand!"

"The score came to 18:19!"

"Jin Nanzhi pushed the net flat with his left hand, and Xie Shi'an quickly stepped forward to defend. This is a good opportunity!"

From the corner of Xie Shi'an's eyes, she also noticed the vacancy in her backhand position on the right. When she pushed the ball over again, she retreated quickly. When she jumped up to smash the ball, she exerted force and her right knee hurt sharply.

She tilted her body, lost her balance, and fell to her knees heavily. The ball hit the net and Kim Nam-ji scored again.

A burst of cheers erupted from the stands on the South Korean side, and Park Min Heon stood up and applauded loudly for her.

Jiang Yunli looked at her back kneeling on the ground, and her eyes were slightly red: "I'm afraid she was seriously injured..."

When Xie Shi'an stood up, blood was faintly leaking from the wrapped gauze. She gritted her teeth, the clothes on her back were all wet, and her hair was tightly attached to her forehead. She was so embarrassed, only her eyes were firm and determined so.

"Shi'an..." Jian Changnian's eyelashes filled with tears, and when she fell down again, he wanted to rush up and tell her not to hit her.

Wan Jing stopped him and shook his head.

"Let her fight, if you don't let her finish, she will regret it."

18:20

For the last few shots, Xie Shi'an swung his racket vigorously on the court, shedding blood, tears and sweat, and someone watched silently off the court with tears streaming down his face.

The situation is almost one-sided.

Jian Changnian closed her eyes, unable to bear to look any further, at this moment, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands behind her.

Teammates also jumped up to celebrate her.

Even the commentary was filled with tears.

"19:20! Xie Shi'an, it's amazing! Even with a knee injury, he can still chase points step by step!"

Jiang Yunli also said eagerly: "Xie Shi'an, come on, it's the last ball, we must tie the score before we can continue playing!"

Xie Shi'an took the time to look at the scoreboard, and found that there was a double image in front of him, numbers superimposed on numbers.

She shook her head, and managed to shake off the dizziness in her head, and refocused her eyes on the scoreboard.

19:20

She squeezed the racket tightly, raised her arms high, and smashed the ball with a bang.

When they were crossed in front of the net, Xie Shi'an could even hear each other's heavy breathing, and her mind went blank.

The last few seconds seemed as long as a century.

boom.

bang bang.

bang bang bang.

Hitting the ball, running, heartbeat.

White meteors flew head-on.

Xie Shi'an rushed over like a moth to a flame.

The audience stared at the big screen with bated breath.

The audience was silent for about half a minute.

The scoreboard suddenly lit up.

19:21

South Korean team, Jin Nam outsmarted.

The slow-motion playback came out, and Xie Shi'an's ball fell out of bounds because of a misjudgment.

The audience cheered and boiled, and the South Korean team members ran up, hugged her tightly, and celebrated her winning the championship.

When the light shone on her, Xie Shi'an was lying on the ground, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

Although the results are not satisfactory, the commentary is still the way.

"Let us congratulate Kim Nam-ji for winning the women's badminton singles championship in the 2012 London Olympics. Congratulations to her. Today, she once again made history at the Wembley Stadium. It is 20 years since the Korean team won the gold medal in the Barcelona Olympics last time." It happened years ago."

Jiang Yunli looked at Xie Shi'an and said.

"The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold [1]. Xie Shi'an made mistakes in today's game, has regrets, and is also unwilling. I hope she will not be discouraged and adjust her status in time. I look forward to the next four years and the return of the king."

Xie Shi'an didn't even attend the press conference after the game, and disappeared from the public's sight. She and Jian Changnian boarded the plane back to China, from London to Beijing, and then transferred from Beijing to Jiangcheng City. It didn't stop for a moment, and it was already dawn when it landed in Jiangcheng.

Came out of the airport, called a taxi, and rushed to the hospital without stopping. Ever since she lost the last ball, some things seemed to have been preordained. Their flight back home was never delayed, but they were stuck in a traffic jam at the airport. medical