C34 Yang Fei

After talking to Patrick, Wei Xindi seemed to be excited all of a sudden, and the fatigue on the bus just disappeared. Yang Fei looked at Wei Xindi and realized that her usual energetic look seemed to have returned.

However, Yang Fei's feelings were very complicated. Wei Xindi no longer had to worry about losing the competition. It indeed made him very happy. However, Wei Xindi was very close to the fat American statistician, Patrick, and spoke intimately. It made him feel a little sour in his heart.

"Look at how happy you are," Yang Fei said, "What, that. . . His name is Patrick, right? Can he really help us that much?"

Wei Xindi said, "Of course! Patrick was the best technical analysts in the American university volleyball community, and his technical analysis was fast and accurate. With his help, not only can I save a lot of time, I can also deal with tomorrow's opponents in a more comprehensive way. "

"Let's fight the Argentina team tomorrow. The Argentinian female platoon was not a world force to begin with. This time, the overall strength of this second-line team was also rather weak. Even without Patrick's data analysis, I think we'll be able to easily win the competition tomorrow. " Yang Fei curled his lips and said disdainfully.

While they were talking, the elevator reached the floor where the China female platoon No. 2 was.

Wei Xindi and Yang Fei walked out of the elevator as they walked. Wei Xindi explained, "We lost two matches in a row in the group match, so the mood of the team members inevitably fluctuated. So. . . If we can make more detailed preparations before the match tomorrow, then. . . Everyone had a chance to play more smoothly and easily, and they could also quickly change their minds and emotions. Besides, Tomorrow's opponents might not be difficult to fight, but later on, we still have to face Turkey and Serbia. Both are strong European regiments. After the group qualifies, our opponents are even stronger. So, with Patrick's help, it would be a good thing for us!"

" Alright, I understand. " Yang Fei said impatiently, "In a while, let me go to his place to get the information. Isn't he in Room 7016? Anyway, he recognizes me. "

"What are you going to do? You don't know him well. " Wei Xindi said with a smile. When he heard Yang Fei's words, Wei Xindi didn't think much of it. He just felt that Yang Fei might be afraid that she would run up and down, so he wanted to do it for her.

"You're a girl, go to his room in the middle of the night. . . " Yang Fei said.

Wei Xindi was stunned. Only then did he understand what Yang Fei was really thinking.

"Yang Fei, you're not?" Wei Xindi laughed loudly and said, "What? What era is it now? Can't I go and look for male friends to get information at night?"

"No. . . You. . . I keep feeling that it's a little inappropriate. . . "Yang Fei said, stuttering a little," Alright, I'll go. No matter what, I'm still considered a member of the team this time. My name is also on the Order List. "

"Let me tell you, Yang Fei. First of all, Patrick and I are good friends, and we used to work together. I've known him for four or five years, to tell you the truth. . . The apartment I rented in America is his apartment. But he and I have absolutely no other thoughts. Secondly, While I went to get the data, I also wanted to discuss with him whether he would have a deeper impression of some problems during the analysis of his opponent's data. Listening to his opinion on these problems. . . It's always more efficient and targeted than looking at the data from the beginning until the end. Therefore, I have to go look for him personally, or I might stay in his room for a while. Yang Fei, I've already 'reported' all of this to you! When I see Zhao Yannan, I'll tell him everything clearly. " Wei Xindi said. His face sank, and his words seemed to contain a bit of anger.

"Alright, it's my fault. . . " Yang Fei softened and said, "I was thinking too much. Don't be angry. "

"I'm not angry. " Wei Xindi said with a slightly cold tone.

The two of them just stared at each other for a few seconds. Wei Xindi suddenly burst into laughter: "Yang Fei, why are you so sour now? Just now, I saw you staring at Patrick with jealousy in your eyes. "

"Because I. . . " Yang Fei blurted out, but after saying those three words, his voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Fei wanted to say, "Because I love you," but he didn't know what kind of reaction Wei Xindi would have after he said those words.

"Because of you? Because of you?" Wei Xindi asked as she stared intently into Yang Fei's eyes.

"Because. . . I love you!" Yang Fei said.

Wei Xindi was stunned.

Yang Fei took a step closer, and Wei Xindi subconsciously took a step back. His back was pressed against the wall of the corridor.

This time, it was Yang Fei who stared at her closely.

Yang Fei's arm was against the wall, and his face leaned closer. It was so close that Wei Xindi could feel his rapid breathing.

Yang Fei wanted to continue kissing like this.

Wei Xindi did not push Yang Fei away, but she still gently turned her head away.

"Yang Fei. . . " She softly said, "Don't be like this. . . "

Yang Fei stopped.

"Really, don't be like this. . . " Wei Xindi repeated.

Yang Fei slowly increased the distance between him and Wei Xindi.

Wei Xindi sighed deeply and said, "I know. There has to be a very high probability of returning to the country this time. I will face you again. I thought that I would be lucky enough not to meet you, or I might as well pretend that I am not familiar with you. . . But. . . I still met you, but I can't treat you as a passerby at all. Sometimes I think, How could it be such a coincidence, at the airport of Yongcheng. . . You picked up my boarding pass? "

"This is. . . Our fate. . . " Yang Fei stammered.

Wei Xindi smiled helplessly and continued: "So I really thought about it, Is there still a chance for us to start over? But, Yang Fei, you were right that night in Huan City. It's been so long. . . Many things have changed. Should we. . . Not always think about the past. . . "

"Why?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

Wei Xindi thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe I'm still not suitable for you. "

"What's the reason!" Yang Fei blurted out.

Wei Xindi said, "You might need to find a gentle and considerate girl. More importantly, she will always listen to you. . . Yang Fei, you know, although I am also trying hard to change myself, I may not be able to do all of this. "

When Yang Fei heard this, he was completely stunned.

"With a ding, the elevator door suddenly opened. Gu Weiyang, Fang Han, Xiao Xiao, Xia Zhi and Li Mengxi walked out of the elevator. They realized that the team's news officer, Teacher Yang Fei, was facing their young head coach, Wei Xindi, with a "wall slam" in the corridor. What made the girls even more confused was that. . . The two of them looked at each other in silence. The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

The girls were stunned, but if they wanted to return to their rooms, they had to walk over from where the two of them were standing, but it was impossible for them to pretend not to see anything.

Wei Xindi gently pushed Yang Fei away and pretended to be relaxed as he loudly said to his team members, "Have you finished eating? Go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow morning, we will prepare an hour in advance before the start of the competition. It will officially begin at nine o'clock. "

The quick-witted Gu Weiyang quickly agreed loudly. She pulled her teammates along and disappeared like a wisp of smoke. She quickly walked over from Wei Xindi and Yang Fei's side.

Wei Xindi sighed as he watched his teammates return to their respective rooms.

"Yang Fei, let's do it this way. You should also rest well. . . Oh. Oh right, you haven't eaten yet. Go and eat. Tomorrow, the entire team's time is still arranged. In the morning, I will have a preparation meeting with the team members. If you have nothing else to do, you can go out and take a look. After lunch, we'll gather at 1: 30 in the afternoon and head to the stadium. " Wei Xindi said to Yang Fei, The more he spoke, the more it sounded like a routine.

"I. . . I'm not hungry yet," Yang Fei said, "I'll go back to my room to write my draft first. . . "

After walking a few steps towards his room, Yang Fei added: "See you tomorrow. "

"Okay, see you tomorrow. " Wei Xindi opened the door to his room as he casually replied without even turning his head, "See you tomorrow. "

. . .

Yang Fei had been tossing and turning on the bed all night, unable to sleep properly.

His mind was filled with every word Wei Xindi had said to him, and between them, he would also recall the happy, sad, sour, and bitter times when he had been with Wei Xindi.

Just like that, Yang Fei fell asleep. When he woke up again, he was woken up by the knock on the door of the guest room service staff.

Yang Fei picked up the phone on the bedside table. It showed the time. It was already 12: 50 in the afternoon. He hurriedly washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his clothes, and rushed downstairs with his camera and computer. The bus of China's female platoon number two had already stopped at the hotel entrance. The team members and coaches had obviously gotten on the bus. Zhao Yinan, who was sitting in front of the window, waved at him.

As soon as he got on the bus, Yang Fei saw Wei Xindi sitting in the first row of seats that she was used to sitting in. He was also holding a stack of printed tactical charts.

Wei Xindi was staring at the stack of charts without blinking, as if he didn't care about Yang Fei getting on the bus last.

Yang Fei didn't sit in an empty seat next to Wei Xindi like he did in the past. He walked back in a row. The moment he brushed past him, he glanced at the stack of charts in Wei Xindi's hand. He could see the corner of the paper, as well as the logo of the American volleyball Association.

Zhao Yannan, who was sitting in the back rows, called out to Yang Fei and asked him to sit next to him.

The bus started moving, and the team members seemed to be very relaxed. The sound of chatting and laughing once again appeared in the bus.

"The team members are in a good mood," Yang Fei casually asked. "Did you participate in the morning preparation meeting?"

Zhao Yinan nodded and said, "Little Wei is really amazing. He got detailed information about the Argentinian female platoon No. 2 from the American team. Wow, at the preparation meeting in the morning. She was basically a team member, a team member, a route, and a route to explain the situation of her opponents to her team members. She also made specific arrangements and talked for more than two hours. Although I don't really understand those tactics, I can see from their faces that they are completely confident. That confidence. . . It is not blind, but based on the absolute understanding of the opponent. Even I believe that. . . Today's ball, we will definitely end the battle with a score of 3 to 0!"

"Is it really that amazing?" Yang Fei looked at Zhao Yannan doubtfully, but he would rather believe that it was true.

"So at that time, I thought that you should also listen to the pre-match preparation. Oh right, where did you go this morning? I didn't see you at breakfast or lunch either. " Zhao Yinan said.

"Oh. . . I. . . I was too late last night when I was making the script, so I slept in. " Yang Fei found an excuse and said, "Before the competition, it's going to be an internal meeting. As a reporter, how can I participate? You're the team leader, so it's reasonable for you to listen to it with your team members. "

"Don't say that," Yannan Zhao said. "Everyone in our China volleyball Association, as well as the athletes and coaches of every national team, who treats you, Yang Fei, as an outsider?"

Yang Fei smiled. He couldn't help but look at Wei Xindi, who was sitting in the front row.

Yinan Zhao noticed something strange. He nudged Yang Fei with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "By the way, what happened between you and Wei?"

"What? What?" Yang Fei pretended to be puzzled and asked back.

"Something's not right. " Zhao Yinan frowned.

"What's wrong? Let me tell you, nothing is wrong. " Yang Fei still pretended to be confused and refused to admit it.

"No, no!" Zhao Yinan said, "Didn't you always sit beside her a few days ago? You guys often talk and laugh. Even if Little Wei was sick, he still fell asleep leaning on your shoulder that day. But today, why don't you sit at her place? She also doesn't seem to notice you. "

" She's fully focused on preparing the materials for the competition. I don't want to disturb her. " Yang Fei said. But even he felt that this reason was too perfunctory.

"Yang Fei. . . " Wei Xindi suddenly turned his head and shouted with a smile, "You can sit here with me. Yi Nan is so fat. If you push him, how can he sit comfortably?"

Yang Fei looked at Zhao Yannan and obediently walked to the front row.

As he passed by Gu Weiyang, Yang Fei saw this clever ghost make a face at him. Yang Fei also made a face at Gu Weiyang as a response. Looking at Gu Weiyang's happy and mischievous smile, Yang Fei's heart was mixed with mixed feelings. He couldn't laugh at all.

He gently sat beside Wei Xindi.

"Why aren't you sitting here?" Wei Xindi asked, but his eyes did not leave the information in his hands.

"That. . . I'm afraid I'll disturb you from reading the information. . . " Yang Fei said.

Wei Xindi suddenly handed Yang Fei a piece of paper. Yang Fei recognized it. The delicate handwriting on it was written by Wei Xindi. Although Wei Xindi had received professional volleyball training at a very young age and had been raised by her father alone, under the careful supervision and training of her father, she had still managed to cultivate a good word that even Yang Fei could not match up to.

"Please don't let our matter affect everyone's mood. "

Wei Xindi wrote like this.

Yang Fei folded the paper and put it in his pocket. He asked, "That stack of data was analyzed by Patrick, right? Can you show it to me?"

Wei Xindi was stunned. He seemed to understand. He smiled and handed the data to Yang Fei.

Although he was not a professional volleyball player, Yang Fei had been immersed in volleyball for more than ten years. He could also understand some technical information about professional volleyball. He saw that the stack of charts indeed covered the Argentinian female volleyball team two in the first two rounds of the World Championship group match under the age of 23. All the data of all the players on the field, their running routes, their baseball lines, and so on were so accurate that Yang Fei could not help but stutter.

This time, Yang Fei finally understood why Wei Xindi asked Patrick for help. With these data and charts, it was equivalent to China's second female platoon knowing their opponents' situation like the back of their hand.

Yang Fei handed the data back to Wei Xindi.

"This is only an analysis based on the data of the first two matches," Wei Xindi said. "Think about it, if we had such a system and such a technical analysts, He could tell us what strategies our opponent might adopt in real time based on the situation on the field. For example, How many chances will our next opponent have to draw in a draw, how many chances will they have to be fast enough to close in? How many chances would there be for a backline attack? Then, they can tell us in real time. . . What are the chances of the opponent's main attack hitting a large diagonal line, and what is the chances of him hitting a small diagonal line? What is the probability of playing a straight line or even a hanging ball. . . This way, we can have a targeted setup and preparation. Such data, It will make these young players, who are of the same age as the other teams, have excellent physical fitness and technical abilities, like a tiger with wings. And if the China female volleyball has and is able to use this system well. . . "

Yang Fei listened as he imagined, and couldn't help but be absorbed in his thoughts.

He had once roughly learned about this computer analysts system that was gradually becoming popular among the world's volleyball teams from other countries, such as volleyball reporters, technical analysts, and others. However, this system was quite complicated after all, and it was hard to tell in just a few words. This made Yang Fei only know the surface, but not the depth. This time, he heard Wei Xindi's concise explanation. This was the first time Yang Fei had seen the appearance of this new technology.

As Yang Fei was thinking about this, the bus slowly stopped. They had arrived at the competition hall.

After getting off the bus, Wei Xindi let the team members and other coaches leave first, while he slowly followed behind the team.

Yang Fei also wanted to go to the stands as soon as he got off the bus, but when he saw Wei Xindi walking slowly, his footsteps couldn't help but slow down.

"Yang Fei. . . " Wei Xindi suddenly called his name softly.

"Director. . . Wei?" Yang Fei looked at Wei Xindi in confusion and changed the way he addressed him.

When he heard the words "Director Wei" in Yang Fei's mouth, Wei Xindi helplessly smiled.

She understood that this "Director Wei" made the distance between her and Yang Fei seem to return to when they first met a few months ago at the airport in Yong City. She was also unable to tell whether this distance was good or bad. However, she was still unwilling to hear the words "Director Wei" from Yang Fei's mouth.

"Even if. . . You're just an ordinary friend, you don't need to call me Director Wei. . . " Wei Xindi said. "Besides, we can discuss volleyball together as a good friend. You call me Xindi, Or call me Little Wei like Yannan. That's fine. The moment you call me 'Director Wei', I think of Director Chen's solemn face. . . "

" Alright, Heart Reed. . . " Yang Fei lightly shouted.

"Actually, we've all changed," Wei Xindi said. "When I came back this time, I realized that sometimes discussing volleyball with you was actually quite a happy thing. "

"Yeah. " Yang Fei nodded.

"Let's go in!" Wei Xindi smiled. "Let's win this match!"