Xiao Xue was a player in the first generation and later became a coach.
This moment and this scene affected him.
Seeing the fans patiently queuing up to receive their support items, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat, and my eyes welled up with tears.
However, he quickly turned away and wiped his eyes.
He's a mature and steady coach for the team; we can't ruin his strict image.
only……
Fu Sang happened to witness this scene.
She tugged at Qi Luo's sleeve.
The aloof young man leaned in to listen to her.
"The coach cried..."
That's really strange.
Who would have thought that the usually serious coach would be crying like this?
The girl's puzzled expression was adorable.
Qi Luo's thin, handsome lips curved slightly, and a doting smile appeared on his beautiful face.
"The coach used to have a nickname in the team."
Fu Sang blinked and asked, "What's your name?"
"Little crybaby," Qi Luo said calmly.
Fu Sang couldn't help but chuckle.
This is really unexpected, little crybaby, hahaha.
Qi Luo said, "Don't mention it in front of him."
Like an adorable little animal, Fusang nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood.
Qi Luo couldn't help but ruffle the girl's soft hair.
This scene, witnessed by the team's CP fans, filled their eyes with pink hearts.
The following day.
The global finals have begun.
This exciting match took place at the International Stadium in Country A.
Security guards cleared a path for the team members to separate them from the fans, as there were a huge number of fans because it was the finals.
As far as the eye could see, there was a dense mass of heads.
"RL—RL—The King Returns!"
The fans were screaming wildly, their voices were deafening.
You'll never get tired of hearing a slogan like that, no matter how many times you hear it.
Every time I listen to it, I feel my blood boiling, clamoring for a passionate battle.
After getting out of the car, Fu Sang waved to the fans.
Qi Luo was still carrying two bags, wearing a mask, and her black, tousled hair was slightly obscuring her delicate eyebrows and eyes.
The handsome young man attracted so much attention, and his aloof and noble aura was captivating.
"Ahhhhhh—the Goddess of the Luo River!"
The fans roared excitedly.
Fu Sang's individual fans were not to be outdone, waving their light sticks frantically.
"My little cutie—keep going—love you!"
Such a roar caught the boy's attention.
The walking boy turned his head slightly and looked over with a faint gaze.
"..."
I inexplicably sensed a murderous aura permeating the air.
Goddess Luo, we are female fans!
You actually eat vinegar like that?!
"RL—We won the game—We're back—"
Some fans have loved the club for years.
Losing an important game was indeed a fatal blow to them.
It's no wonder they left feeling disheartened.
As long as he comes back, that's all that matters.
"The legend continues—RL continues its glorious legacy!"
Fearless.
Unafraid of anyone's ridicule.
This sentence should have belonged to Team RL.
No one can mock them for having reached the pinnacle of their lives; they only need to continue their glory.
The words, repeated over and over again, seemed to be etched into his very bones!
Our era will never be easily erased.
The game brings us together to cheer for our favorite teams!
No matter how far apart we are, our hearts are close at this moment.
because--
We share the same goal!
That is to be a strong support for RL.
We will protect Team RL!
The entire RL team bowed to their fans in gratitude.
Thank you all for your unwavering support.
Even though the international stadium is large, there is still a limit to the number of seats.
Many fans without tickets still traveled to Country A to watch the live stream on other devices outside the venue and cheer them on.
As long as you have fans to support you.
So,
They will bravely fight on the front lines!
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Writing this touched me deeply.
Thank you to all the fans for your support over the past two years. We look forward to the fans who have temporarily left returning eventually. Keep it up!
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