In the middle of the night on the same day, Lin Yiyang's old injury recurred, and he urgently sought a team doctor and dealt with it.

The third day was the last day of the game in the pool hall.

The morning started with the men's singles snooker match.

Lin Yiyang and Meng Xiaodong defeated Asian players of the same 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 medal, Jiang Yang was off the field and sighed: "If I didn't have surgery, it wouldn't be so easy for these two." Others say this is bragging, but Jiang Yang is true. .

After all, Jiang Yang still felt regretful that he could not play single-player snooker in the rare Asian Games, 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."

...

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. It seems that he had a good time, or he was chasing after Yin Guo. Did you forget? In the New York hotel last year? Meng Xiaodong said it."

Oh...it's him.

That's no wonder, then Jiang Yang was merciful.

At ten o'clock in the morning, today's first gold medal - the men's snooker individual gold medal accidentally fell into Meng Xiaodong's hands.

Lin Yiyang narrowly lost and won the silver medal.

Although Meng 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 commentators and fans present.

In fact, at the beginning of the first game of the two-man final, Meng Xiaodong already felt that Lin Yiyang was struggling to win.

In such a large-scale international event, how many pairs of eyes are watching the live broadcast, Lin Yiyang can't slack off even if he is struggling, 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 time, waiting to play.

The 10-ball game 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 men'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 balls is enough.

Lin Yiyang and Meng 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 time, his arm is completely useless, and the gap becomes obvious. He started in the third inning and had to switch the club to the other hand from time to time 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 game?

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 time to drink half a sip of water. He had already stood side by side with Jiang Yang and watched Lin Yiyang's game intently.

"Fortunately, you made it to the finals," Jiang Yang said. "Is the gold medal okay?"

"I don't know," Meng 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 something.

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 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 balls 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 movement 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 balls 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 game, Lin Yiyang returned to the rest area.

...

He unbuttoned a few buttons with one hand and applied emergency ice compresses with the help of the team doctor. He 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 seemed to notice something, raised his eyes, looked around, found Yin Guo's location, and shook his head at her, meaning: "It's okay.

ten minutes later.

The organizer of the event notified Lin Yiyang to play for the 10-ball bronze medal.

Lin Yiyang negotiated with the head coach, there was only a 10-minute rest, and 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, tucked the shirt back into the waistband of his trousers, and was about to re-tie the belt when Yin Guo's hands took it. She helped him fasten the metal 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 commentator said with regret, "Let's hope that he can recover in the evening and return to the men's snooker team. on the field."

...

In the end, the men's 10-ball gold medal belongs to the Indian team.

Meng Xiaodong grabbed the silver medal.

Four p.m.

The women's 6 red ball snooker gold medal is produced and belongs to the Chinese Hong Kong team.

Lin Lin won a silver medal.

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 someone 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, come back next time."

"Ok."

In the gold medal list and the general rankings, which are updated at any time, China is still the same as the previous ones.

"The weightlifting team has all the gold medals 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 the full score of 10 points to shock the audience...

The head coach not only has to refresh the list, but also refreshes in several social media.

"Ou Yo, 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 curled his lips: "Do you know that you have to show off 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 medicine. All I can think of is the evening game, with only two team matches remaining - the men's snooker team and the women's 9-ball team.

Yin Guo, Lin Lin, and Liu Xiran were not too worried about the gold medal falling by the wayside.

Women'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 men.

Now that his injury has recurred, Jiang Yang is recovering from surgery, Meng 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 same. I don't have much effort in my arms." Play the Asian Games.

The two looked at Meng Xiaodong at the same time, who was the only healthy person.

Meng Xiaodong felt that the two of them seemed to be digging a hole for him, and he was more willing to be an opponent when dealing with the two in Dongxincheng. Being a brother... I'm not very at ease in my heart.

Jiang Yangyu patted Meng 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."

Meng Xiaodong was silent for a while, then nodded. The next main force is him. The old sixth of Dongxincheng has contributed the most, and it is the turn of Meng Laoliu of Beicheng.

Lin Yiyang was wearing his team uniform, looking at the table in the chair at the end.

At this moment, the game is at halftime.

There was no one around the table, no one, all his attention, his convictions, was there, the green table in the spotlight. That is the battlefield he has been galloping since he was eight years old. He is familiar with the size of the table, and even the thickness of every inch of the edge... Crazy love has made him, Jiang Yang and Meng Xiaodong.

The next battle, can not lose, and will never lose.