Passionate music celebrating the birth of the champion sounded, and finally the game that had been deadlocked for nearly two hours came to an end.
In the audience, some people cheered, while others felt disappointed.
On the competition stage, Song Nanwu had a pale face. She looked at the dimming screen in front of her and pursed her lips.
Still lost the finals.
Her body already had antibodies to painkillers, and taking them twice in a short period of time shortened the effectiveness of the drugs.
The wound was healing at an extremely fast pace, but it was torn again because of her keyboard tapping.
Although she had received pain training and could endure the pain, she still couldn't resist her body's reaction. Even if it was a robot that was insensitive to pain, any damage to any part would have a certain impact.
"Miss Nan Wu, what's wrong with your hands?" Just as she was about to reach out and unplug the headset, she heard Ning Hongyan's cold voice, "Why are you wearing gloves?"
Ning Hongyan looked at her sideways, his eyes cold.
"Let's talk about it downstairs. It's time to shake hands." Jian Yao tried to smooth things over.
"I'm sorry everyone, I tried my best." Song Nanwu apologized, took off the headset, and stood up first.
Lin Xiaoran looked at Song Nanwu and wanted to say something, but accidentally saw a drop of blood on her black glove.
His pupils trembled suddenly, and Lin Xiaoran exclaimed in surprise, "Your hand is injured!"
After the handshake ceremony between the two sides, the Jiangnan team will receive the championship ceremony on the field.
Song Nanwu and the others didn't have the heart to watch, and hurriedly put away their equipment and returned to the lounge.
Today's incident was so frustrating. Putting aside the fact that they lost the game, what exactly happened to the three of them? Why didn't the captain and You Wei come to the finals?
Meng Ruo and the others had too many questions they wanted to ask, but when they saw Song Nanwu's blood-stained bandaged hand, they could no longer utter a word.
Nie Hao knew that Song Nanwu's hand was injured, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. The wound on the palm of his hand was deep and hideous.
"Song Nanwu, are you crazy? You still play in the game with such a serious hand injury!" Nie Hao looked at her and couldn't help scolding her, but also couldn't help feeling guilty.
If I had known this would be the case, I would have given up right from the start.
"I took painkillers." Song Nanwu's voice was flat and emotionless. She paused and continued, "Something happened to the captain. You Wei picked it up. Rather than forfeiting the finals and being scolded by the whole team, I'd rather not perform well and accept the scolding. I don't care."
"We care!" Meng Ruo looked at Song Nanwu and said with a choked voice, "Sister Nanwu, we care. We are a team. How can we let you accept those rumors alone?"
They can fully imagine how this finals will be criticized.
Song Nanwu smiled and said, "I originally wanted to take a gamble and win the championship, but in the end, it was too much to hope for."
"The championship is no longer important now. The key is your hand. If in the future..." I can't play in the game anymore.
Jian Yao didn't say the last sentence.
Ning Hongyan: "We must go to the hospital for examination and treatment immediately."
"Yes, yes, I'll call 120 right away." Meng Ruo seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, took out his cell phone and was about to make a call, but Yun Si interrupted him.
"No, I will take care of Nan Nan's wound."
"Well, don't worry, I'm fine." Song Nanwu echoed, then looked at Lin Huang, "I want to see your boss."
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