That night, because of the recurrence of his old injury, Lin Yiyang urgently sought the team doctor and dealt with it.
The third day was also the last day of the billiard hall.
The morning started with the n's singles snooker match.
Lin Yiyang and ng Xiaodong defeated Asian players of the sa level in their respective group matches and successfully joined forces in the finals. When the two stood beside the table and were about to compete for the gold dal, Jiang Yang sighed at the bottom of the field: "If I didn't have surgery, it wouldn't be so easy for these two." Others say this is bragging, but what Jiang Yang said is true. .
After all, Jiang Yang still felt regretful that he could not play single-player snooker in the rare Asian Gas, and asked Li Qingyan, who also had no chance to play: "Huh? You said, if the three of us didn't retire, would it be your life Didn't have a chance to play in this arena?"
After finishing talking, he said: "Our careers in this industry have a long lifespan. They all retired in their forties. I guess you are really hanging."
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Fan Wenchong didn't quite understand, and bit his ear with Wu Wei: "This person has a grudge against him?"
Wu Wei smiled dryly and whispered: "This person is Yin Guo's childhood sweetheart. He seems to be having a good ti, or he is chasing after Yin Guo. Did you forget? In the New York hotel last year? ng Xiaodong said it."
Oh...it's him.
That's no wonder, then Jiang Yang was rciful.
At ten o'clock in the morning, today's first gold dal - the n's snooker individual gold dal accidentally fell into ng Xiaodong's hands.
Lin Yiyang narrowly lost and won the silver dal.
Although ng Xiaodong's world ranking on the snooker list is higher than that of Lin Yiyang, his form this year is not good, which is known by the comntators and fans present.
In fact, at the beginning of the first ga of the two-man final, ng Xiaodong already felt that Lin Yiyang was struggling to win.
In such a large-scale international event, how many eyes are watching the live broadcast, even if Lin Yiyang is struggling, he can't slack off, otherwise he will be accused of being a "fake match".
Fortunately, when the team doctor treated him yesterday, he reported it to the Asian Organizing Committee. It was a warning in advance.
Lin Yiyang did his best to complete the snooker finals despite the recurrence of his old injury, which completely triggered his injury outbreak in the afternoon.
After lunch, Lin Yiyang's shoulders were completely swollen, and he applied ice the whole ti, waiting to play.
The 10-ball ga starts at two o'clock.
The opponents in the group stage were not too strong. He survived to the semi-finals, facing a famous Indian player who is also the favorite to win the n's 10-ball championship.
Lin Yiyang is a professional player in 9-ball and snooker, and anyone who basically plays 9-ball will appear on the 8-ball list. So these three are the main items for Lin Yiyang.
10 **** is enough.
Lin Yiyang and ng Xiaodong were made up temporarily because there were no good players to play.
Under normal health, he can still fight with his opponent. At this ti, his arm is completely useless, and the gap becos obvious. He started in the third inning and had to switch the club to the other hand from ti to ti to relieve the pain.
Although Lin Yiyang's face did not seem to be suffering from severe pain, everyone in the Chinese team knew that the captain had not been feeling well since last night.
Lin Yiyang's opponent also noticed this and asked Lin Yiyang softly in English: Is there any problem?
Lin Yiyang shook his head and replied in English: continue.
The referee took advantage of the gap and asked him if he had any problems? Need to pause the ga?
Lin Yiyang shook his head and refused again.
He is aware of his old injury, and there is no play in suspension unless he retires.
But they all reached the semi-finals, and it is a pity to withdraw.
He left the arena and returned to the rest area of the Chinese team. He didn't have ti to drink half a sip of water. He had already stood side by side with Jiang Yang and watched Lin Yiyang's ga intently.
"Fortunately, you made it to the finals," Jiang Yang said. "Is the gold dal okay?"
"I don't know," ng Xiaodong said honestly, "it's not my main item."
Jiang Yang nodded.
"Fortunately, 10 goals is not our strong suit," Wu Wei said on the side. "Otherwise he would definitely be sprayed."
Don't even think about it, say "wasting quota" or sothing.
Fortunately, in this project, the Chinese team has little chance of winning the championship, and there are no good players.
Yin Guo stared at the live broadcast screen.
Lin Yiyang picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and put it back on the table.
When he touched his club, he felt that his arm was weak. He apologized to the referee and explained to the referee that his shoulders were uncomfortable. Can he take off his vest?
After the referee applied, it was granted.
Lin Yiyang quickly took off his black vest, gave it to the head coach, and returned to the table wearing a white shirt.
He held his breath, picked up a fine powder in his left hand, and wiped his clubhead...
In fact, I am trying to get myself back into shape.
This one breathed 2 **** in a row.
With only 10 left on the table, collect this and you win.
He drew the rod slowly, his shoulders had seriously affected the movent of his arms, but he still hit the white ball smoothly. With a soft sound, only he could hear it, the white ball flew out and hit the No. 10 ball.
In the second of the collision, he probably guessed that the ball was hanging.
Finally, 10 **** hit the bottom pocket and bounced out.
Full of gas.
Too bad the last goal was missed.
Lin Yiyang was equivalent to handing over the tickets to the finals to his opponent.
Knowing that he had done his best, he straightened up, walked in front of the Indian player, stretched out his right hand, and congratulated the opponent in advance for their victory.
The Indian player smiled, held his left hand tightly, and said, "It's an honor."
"It's an honor." He smiled back.
The audience applauded because of this handshake.
Then he took two steps back and watched his opponent pocket the 10 ball in the low pocket.
After the ga, Lin Yiyang returned to the rest area.
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He unbuttoned a few buttons with one hand and applied ergency ice compresses with the help of the team doctor. The man was surrounded by two team doctors and the head coach, his shirts were all untied, his upper body was exposed in the Chinese team's own circle, and he sat there silently for the team doctor to deal with.
Yin Guo looked at him worriedly behind the team doctor.
Lin Yiyang seed to be aware of it, raised his eyes, looked around, found Yin Guo's position, and shook his head at her, aning: It's okay.
ten minutes later.
The organizer of the event notified Lin Yiyang to play for the 10-ball bronze dal.
Lin Yiyang negotiated with the head coach, there was only a 10-minute rest, there was no way to play, and it was completely useless. In order to save tonight's snooker team match, Lin Yiyang and the head coach unanimously decided to retire.
With the help of the team doctor, he fastened the buttons one by one and tucked his shirt back into the waistband of his trousers. Just as he was about to re-tie the belt, he was taken over by Yin Guo's hands. She helped him fasten the tal buckles, and after he left the seat, she gently tugged his shirt flat.
In the eyes of the full audience, Lin Yiyang walked to the arena and bowed solemnly to apologize.
"Lin Yiyang has relapsed from his old injury. It is a pity that he can only stop in the semi-finals in the 10-ball project," the comntator said with regret, "Let's hope that he can recover in the evening and return to the n's snooker team. on the field."
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In the end, the n's 10-ball gold dal belongs to the Indian team.
ng Xiaodong grabbed the silver dal.
Four p.m.
The won's 6 red ball snooker gold dal is produced and belongs to the Chinese Hong Kong team.
Lin Lin won a silver dal.
Yin Guo stopped at the semifinals, but this was a result that surprised her. After all, she was a rookie who was forced to train in order to make up her place, and was different from soone like Lin Lin who had played snooker and 9-ball since she was a child.
Yin Guo returned to the rest area and took a seat beside Lin Yiyang.
Lin Yiyang was wearing his team uniform, but his upper body was actually naked. He was doing ice compresses. He was waiting for the final group match.
"Your people in Dongxincheng... are all snooker and 9-ball cultivators?" In order to relieve his pressure, Yin Guo chatted with him, "It's too brutal."
Lin Yiyang smiled and stroked her hair: "Go back and teach you, co back next ti."
"Ok."
In the gold dal list and the overall rankings, which are updated at any ti, China is still the sa as the previous ones.
"The weightlifting team has all the gold dals again," the head coach sighed regretfully, "We are still weak."
Everyone finally looked at the head coach in unison
Why don't you compare to the diving team, not only the whole package, but also 10 points out of 10 to shock the audience...
The head coach not only has to refresh the list, but also refreshes it in turn on several social dia.
"Ou, our captain is gone." The head coach showed everyone what was just refreshed.
I don't know which fan is quick, and I photographed Lin Yiyang taking off his shirt and applying ice to heal his injuries, and uploaded it to the Internet. Jiang Yang glanced at the photo and pouted: "Do you know that you have to show your muscles like this, your muscles are so beautiful?"
Lin Yiyang knew that everyone was joking on purpose with only one purpose, to relieve each other's pressure.
So he didn't say anything, and let everyone joke.
He estimated his state, asked the team doctor for painkillers, put them in his mouth, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and ate the dicine. All I can think of is the evening ga, with only two team matches remaining - the n's snooker team and the won's 9-ball team.
Yin Guo, Lin Lin, and Liu Xiran were not too worried about the gold dal falling by the wayside.
Won's 9-ball is China's strongest sport, and the top three are teaming up, so don't worry.
The hard part is the three big n.
Now that his injury has recurred, Jiang Yang is recovering from surgery, ng Xiaodong is unstable, and the three are not in the best condition.
"How's it going?" Jiang Yang walked up to Lin Yiyang and asked in a relaxed tone, "Can you hold the audience?"
He nodded, clenching his teeth was fine, but he really couldn't use all his strength: "The arm is not strenuous."
"It's a coincidence," Jiang Yang said with a smile, "Your brother and I are the sa, my arms are not too hard." But there is no way, the juniors behind the registration are not good enough, and Li Qingyan is only in the top 20, completely unqualified Play the Asian Gas.
The two looked at ng Xiaodong at the sa ti, who was the only healthy person.
ng Xiaodong felt that the two of them seed to be digging a hole for himself, and he was more willing to be an opponent when dealing with these two people in Dongxincheng. Being a brother... I'm not very at ease in my heart.
Jiang Yangyu patted ng Xiaodong's shoulder earnestly: "I and Lin Yiyang are both objective injuries, you are a subjective psychological problem. Overcoming it is entirely up to you."
ng Xiaodong was silent for a while, then nodded.
The next main force is him. The old sixth of Dongxincheng has already contributed the most power, and it is the turn of ng Laoliu of Beicheng.
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