Gao Qiu chuckled and patted Zhang Hao's shoulder with his right hand.
"Stop looking, spend your energy where it should be spent! It doesn't matter if you have more votes or less, just try your best to compete.
"If voting works, why compete? If you win the vote and then lose the competition, wouldn't it be more embarrassing?"
The players of God's Team thought about the high request, nodded one after another, and put away their mobile phones.
Only Zhang Hao was still staring at the phone screen.
"It's rising! It's rising! It's starting to rise!"
Looking at the startled Zhang Hao, Gao Qiu frowned.
"What's going up?"
"Our number of votes has increased! It's already 40,000, no, 50,000...62,000 votes!"
The other players were in disbelief and took out their phones again.
"Really, it has already surpassed Qin's team!"
"What's going on? Some fans gave us tickets?"
"Isn't this bad? What if the Football Committee finds out..."
"What's wrong! Qin's team can do it, but we can't?"
Gao Qiu took Zhang Hao's phone and quickly found the answer in the comment area.
One of the comments has more than 30,000 likes.
I will only love Zhao Yanjun for the rest of my life: For the sake of my wife, I will support a team of gods!
Gao Qiu opened Zhao Yanjun's homepage through search, and sure enough he saw the recently released pictures and texts.
The accompanying picture is a photo after the Gods' team defeated the Dragons.
The copywriting is very simple, only twenty words: If you can, help me vote for Team God.
With Zhao Yanjun's assistance, the number of votes for Team God quickly reached 100,000, leading Qin Team's 63,000 votes overall.
But at this time, Gao Qiu was not happy, but rather worried.
Zhao Yanjun's activities made these players feel a little distracted and absent-minded during training.
…
Early the next morning, Song Yi drove the bus and took the players of the God Team to Linjiang Sports Center.
Today, they will usher in their most important game.
Spectators lining up to enter the venue stretched as far as 100 meters outside the gate.
Stadium No. 1, which could originally accommodate 30,000 people, was flooded with at least 50,000 people.
The stands were so crowded that the Linjiang Town Football Committee had to send people to maintain order.
The reporters set up their guns and cannons next to the stadium, waiting for the game to start.
There are still many people who cannot enter the stadium and can only watch the game through live video broadcasts throughout shopping malls and bars.
In the studio of "Kicker Daily", two commentators, a man and a woman, sat at the table and stared at the live broadcast on the big screen.
"Good morning, dear audience friends! I am the gold medal commentator Wu Keming, and the person sitting next to me is the new intern from the newspaper office, Chen Xi."
Chen Xi continued: "Today we are explaining the last qualifier of the town-level league. The two teams are the Qin team and the God team.
"Although both teams have qualified for the town-level league, today's game is still full of highlights!"
Wu Keming: "Of course, the winner can not only take away one million sponsorship funds, but also win thirty mini electric cars for the fans who support him."
Chen Xi: "Brother Keming, you are a senior football critic. Can you tell the audience which team you are more optimistic about winning?"
Wu Keming: "Of course it's the Qin team! The captain of this team is the future heir to the Qin Group!
"Not only is he handsome and rich, but he is also very strong! What about you, Xiao Xi, what do you think of this game?"
Chen Xi pushed the hair from the corners of his eyebrows: "I'm more optimistic about the God's Team. After all, they defeated the Flying Dragon Team of Yuanshan Town not long ago!"
Wu Keming showed dissatisfaction: "Haha, it seems that you don't know much about football, Xiao Xi. The God's team defeated the Feilong team just because of their good luck."
Chen Xi frowned slightly and continued to smile: "Then let's wait and see!"
Players from both sides began to appear, and the two became serious.
The first team to appear was the Qin team, and they walked straight to the east half.
This will prevent you from being exposed to direct sunlight when attacking.
When Qin Aotian led the players onto the court, uniform shouts rang out from the stands.
"Qin's team will definitely win!"
Zheng Yiran held the banner of Team God in his hand and turned to look behind him.
Many people are wearing Qin Group's work clothes.
"What are you watching? Are you envious of being paid to watch football?"
Zheng Yiran snorted coldly and ignored it, instead waving the flag and swaying from side to side.
"God's team, come on!"
There were very few responding voices around.
On the other hand, many employees of the Qin Group looked at him coldly.
"I've never heard of the God Team."
"You need to have capital to play football. How can a team like Little God compete with Young Master Qin?"
"I estimate that later, Young Master Qin will be able to defeat that god's team and even his own mother won't even know him!"
Zheng Yiran's heart sank.
My brother has fallen into the wolf's den.
They are still a bunch of stupid wolves who don't watch football.
…
A group of beautiful cheerleaders came to the sidelines and danced passionately, making many male fans scream.
"Made, this trip is not in vain, Master Qin is so awesome!"
"Young Master Qin regards me as his brother, but I voted for the God Team. I feel guilty!"
…
When it was the God's team's turn to take the field, all the beautiful cheerleaders came off the field.
This made many spectators in the stands extremely distressed.
"If I had a choice, I would rather God's team never play."
"Second! I should have voted for Team Qin from the beginning."
In addition to these fans, there were also fans who cheered loudly for the Qin team.
But the momentum was far inferior to that of Qin's team.
Gao Qiu had long expected this.
Many fans come with the mentality of watching the fun. Even if they are optimistic about the Gods' team, they only regard watching the game as a kind of entertainment.
Naturally, I won’t shout at the top of my lungs.
Unless you are like a veteran fan who has been in business for many years, you can accumulate a large number of die-hard fans.
Gao Qiu didn't care in his heart, but the other players on God's Team didn't think so.
The sharp contrast between the two teams filled their hearts with disappointment.
His expression also became unnatural.
Zhang Hao and Li Hu noticed this and began to encourage other players without waiting for Gao Qiu's signal.
"Stay mentally, don't panic, and try your best to win the game."
"The Qin team is nothing special. Don't let the audience's attitude affect your performance."
"Do you still remember what the captain said? If we win, let Zhao Yanjun give us a concert."
These encouragements did not achieve much effect.
In addition to being disappointed, they were also very nervous.
This is the first time these players have faced strong opponents in front of such a large audience.
Although we played against the Feilong team not long ago, we had the full support of Linjiang Town fans that time.
But this time, the one who is more popular among fans is obviously the Qin team.
Everyone stood still in their respective positions.
The game has not officially started yet.
Gao Qiu took a few steps back and came to the middle of the players.
"This game is very important to me, and it is also very important to you! If we win, Team God will take a step forward and have more glory!"