The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

Early the next morning, I got up to wash up dejectedly, and found that the door of Bian Yao's room was open, so I quickly slipped over to have a look.But the inside was already empty, the curtains were drawn, the quilt was folded, and he probably woke up very early to complete the preparations.When I came downstairs, I saw Bian Yao was already eating breakfast on the table, and he was eating bread as usual.

I suddenly remembered that when I first met Bian Yao, I saw him in the form of a snake for the first time. The gray and green snake was coiled on my lap and ate the bread I broke for him. looking unhappy.But now that I am used to seeing the sweet little snake, I can no longer bear not talking for such a long time (12 hours).

Brother Yue sat on Bian Yao's right, and on his left was a serval cat dozing off with a milk cup in his hand. Serval cats rarely get up so early, their heads are bit by bit.The excellent strategic fortresses on the left and right were all occupied. I looked at the position opposite Bian Yao and was about to step forward. Chu Huaixing, a silly dog, walked over and sat down before me. I felt that I had suffered internal injuries.

While I was wandering around the table and hesitating, Mr. Qin had already put away my breakfast for me—three seats away from Bian Yao, completely assigned to the frontier, and the arrangement was clear.I glanced at Mr. Qin's back sadly, and could only sit down silently, and began to sip my soy milk.From this angle, even if I want to peek at Bian Yao, I can't see it.

On the way to school, Chu Huaixing stopped in front of his luxury car, handed me a bunch of keys and said, "Let's go separately."

"Why?" I subconsciously looked at Bian Yao, as if I thought I could grasp the evidence that he didn't want to go with me.

But Bian Yao didn't look this way at all, Chu Huaixing pointed to me and said, "Because my car can't fit four people."

The serval cat's golden hairy head rested on my shoulder and yawned.

Chu Huaixing said, "You go with him."

I, who has always been an unprincipled cat slave, blurted out: "Why!"

Chu Huaixing was puzzled: "Why? Isn't it your cat?"

I glanced at the yawning sly cat with tears in the corners of its eyes, filled with grief and indignation, and rubbed my hands frantically.His tail hair exploded all at once, he scratched my paw angrily, took the key and drove away angrily.

Chu Huaixing’s luxury car was the first to go out, and he disappeared as soon as he rode Juechen. After Serval and I arrived at Yijin International, I had to meet my classmates first, and Serval followed.He finally came to his senses, and looked left and right curiously along the way, completely unaware that he was the most conspicuous one.I was worrying about how to explain it to my classmates, but when the serval came to the lotus pond, my attention was diverted, and I squatted by the pond splashing the water, trying to see if there were any fish in it.

The first game in the morning was the Kendo Club Qualifiers. When I walked to the venue along the map, a senior and Zheng Yan had already arrived.They shook me excitedly, and cried, "Look! This is a big city! This is a rich man's kendo club!"

I took a look inside the door, and it was indeed quite a big venue, with bright lights and complete facilities, which was very different from our stadium where the doors couldn't even be closed.The stadium planned a ten-meter-long square playing field, all of which were paved with wooden floors and cleaned cleanly, with a white line for marking and a cross in the middle.However, compared to the size of Yijin's basketball court, their school's kendo is probably not the most popular event. Thinking of this, I feel a little less nervous.

But when we walked into the venue and looked back at the auditorium, we couldn't help being stunned.

"Why are there so many people? Did they go to the wrong place? Or did we go to the wrong place?" The senior doubted himself crazily, "Or...is the Yijin Kendo Club so popular?"

Zheng Yan, who has always been rich in gossip, said: "It seems that there is indeed a star player. It is said that he has been selected by the professional team, but... there are many spectators from our school."

The senior turned around with a confused face: "Why? Don't everyone in our school know that there is a kendo club at home?"

...you know it too.

Zheng Yan nodded sadly: "It was originally like this, but yesterday our school had a great time on the basketball court, most of them came here to see Bian Yao."

"How many units did he go to as foreign aid!" The senior said frantically, pulling his hair, "Ahhh! What should I do? It's okay for me to lose silently, how much pressure is there now!"

Zheng Yan also went crazy: "Don't say that! You have said that, and I feel more and more like a silly son who was kicked up to show his talent at a relative party!"

I smiled wryly, "Bian Yao may not come."

The senior stopped for a moment, and asked, "Why? Don't scare me. This person has already been crippled, so we can't cripple another one."

It was only then that I noticed that there was actually a mushroom squatting next to the senior, and the other senior gave me a very weak look with a pale face.

I was startled: "What happened to Brother Song?"

The senior glared at him angrily, and then said: "He ran out to eat skewers after the dissolution yesterday, and then got food poisoning, and stayed in the bottle until three o'clock this morning."

The four of us walked into the venue with cloudy heads and began to prepare.Generally speaking, the Kendo team competition is a 5v5 competition system, and our number is just enough including Bian Yao, but to be honest, the results of the Kendo club and whether it is disbanded are not the primary goals I care about now.After a few minutes, Bian Yao actually came. He nodded politely to the senior and said, "I'm sorry I was delayed by the teacher just now, but I'm here."

"Oh oh oh!" The senior and Zheng Yan dangled him gratefully, "It's good if you come, it's good if you come!"

Bian Yao was not angry when he was rubbed away by them. I found that his attitude towards others has always been okay, but he is not proactive and enthusiastic.He quickly looked around and started to prepare—everyone usually uses the practice sponge sticks most of the time. Although the weight and length are as similar as possible to the real bamboo swords in the competition, there is still a certain difference in the feel.The sponge sticks I use for practice are made according to the weight of the golden jiao scissors, which are heavier than ordinary swords, so it is not a problem to adapt to the bamboo swords used in competitions.

But speaking of the Golden Flood Scissors...

I looked at the back of Bian Yao's head, he was putting protective gear on his body layer by layer, he put on the corset to protect his chest and abdomen, and put on the armor on his hands.At this time, he paused for a while, looked around, and turned around.

This is the first time that our two eyes have crossed each other in a real sense.

Bian Yao blinked and said, "I'm sorry, let me go."

What?I froze.

Alienated and indifferent tone, as if I was some kind of stranger, a lump of hard object popped up in my throat instantly, this hard object hindered my breathing and swallowing.Seeing that I didn't respond, he didn't say much, and passed me to reach his "face".The senior at this end explained: "A team competition, five people, one is called the vanguard battle, the second peak battle, the backbone battle, the deputy general battle and the general battle. The strategic skills are similar to Tian Ji's horse racing. But to be honest, I actually don't Knowing the strength of the opponent's other players too well, which one of you wants to be a vanguard, and who wants to be a general?"

Bian Yao lowered his eyes slightly and listened without making a sound, and I suddenly understood—he didn't actually treat me coldly on purpose, and his attitude towards me now is the same as his attitude towards others.

But I can't stand it, I don't want such a distance, I don't want such a Bian Yao.

I must do something, I thought, I must do something.But the competition is about to start, the seniors and Zheng Yan are all around, what should I do?

My mind was in a mess, and I just wondered why the audience on the sidelines spoke so loudly, and why the sunlight outside the window was so dazzling.I tried to swallow the non-existent saliva, and then realized that my throat was extremely thirsty. I stretched out my hand, my arm trembled slightly, and my chest heaved. I felt that I hadn't been so nervous for a long time.

I'll just apologize, for whatever reason, I'm determined - or coax him, whatever.

Just when my fingertips were about to touch Bian Yao's shoulder, his back suddenly moved away from me again.He stood up and said, "I'll be the first one."

The senior was a little stunned: "Ah? But you are our trump card and our secret weapon. I still want to keep you until the last one."

Bian Yao repeated: "I'll be the first to play. Anyway, it depends on the total winning percentage and total points. It doesn't matter when I play, and it's also important for the striker to set the tone."

"That's true," the senior was persuaded: "Okay."

Bian Yao walked into the field, and all the courage I had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared.I am like a hot air balloon that has been punctured, like a puffer fish that has been dried, abandoned on the melted asphalt road, and baked shriveled in the sun.

Bian Yao and the opponent's players left the field at the same time, and the students on the sidelines were very excited. The referee explained some precautions to them, and then backed away a few steps to the outside of the field.Standing behind the white line, the two knelt down and bowed to each other, then distanced themselves and took a stance.

Both sides have already started in the middle of the game, cautiously using their steps to close the distance until the point where the tip of the sword is almost touching.The opposing player pressed the sword weakly, and Bian Yao immediately lowered the tip of the sword to defend. This is called seme in kendo, which means using the bamboo sword to destroy the middle position of the opponent's bamboo sword.But in the eyes of the onlookers who didn't know the truth, it was probably just the swords of the two people shaking.

In fact, for those who don't know or have never been in touch, the viewing value of kendo competitions is very limited.Because the outcome is within a hair's breadth, the rhythm of the real fight is very fast, and many details are hidden in the confrontation between the two before the move. It is no wonder that some people think that kendo practice is a kind of "practice" that tests the body and mind. .

At this time, the distance between the two on the field suddenly narrowed, and the opponent raised his hand to defend, but Bian Yao was faster, and cut across the opponent's small face quickly and accurately, Bian Yao took the original score.

The voice on the sidelines was a little quieter. It was obvious that when the referee shouted points, neither the opponents nor the audience reacted very well.

A single game of kendo lasts only 5 minutes, and the person who makes an effective strike wins the "book", and whoever can take down two books first is the winner.Many times, no one has won two books even by the end of the game time, so one book wins.Of course, there is a situation where no one wins after 5 minutes, and an extra game is required.

The two retreated to the white line and began the second round of confrontation.This time the process was even faster - while the opponent was still thinking about the way to attack, Bian Yao had already leaned forward, stabbing the opponent's throat with the tip of his sword.The "effective strike" parts in the kendo competition include the face, head, abdomen and hands, all of which have different ways of attacking and dismantling. Mystery.But Bian Yao was very clear about where his attack was going, and he bowed before the referee called the point, ready to leave the field.

After the referee announced the winner of the first game, there was a second pause before the audience outside the court began to "buzz" and discuss loudly.Zheng Yan turned around excitedly: "Wow, you are indeed your 'super powerful' Bian Yao, eh? What's wrong with you, Xiao Zou?"

Holding a bad breath in my heart, I stood up and said, "I'll be next."

The senior said "Ah?" again, and I was already holding the bamboo sword in my hand, and I entered the stage with a head full of anger.Bian Yao and I passed by, I didn't look at him, and he didn't look at me.

After the start of the game, I changed my fighting style of looking east and west and running all over the field, but aggressively displayed the offensive as soon as I got started.I approached in small steps at different angles, and tried a few times with fake moves, but I forced the opponent to retreat until he lost the center line when he didn't notice.At this time, I raised my hand and pretended to hit the face, but the opponent really started to defend, and I picked him in the abdomen.

After losing three books in a row, Yijin's student couldn't sit still anymore. He raised his hand to seme my middle section, and I simply pretended to take half a step back to lure him to attack me.To be honest, I usually practiced a lot with Bian Yao and Yue Ge. When I met such an opponent, it was like slow motion. I instantly understood why Bian Yao told me "why can't see the opponent's next move?" " question.

Bian Yao Bian Yao is Bian Yao again, why I think of him every three seconds, I can't help feeling annoyed.The opponent has seized the center line at this moment, and I suddenly caught a glimpse of his right leg slightly bent, which was a prelude to jumping up, but how could I let him do what he wanted, quickly moved sideways, took the lead in changing his position and hit the opponent's head directly.

The whirlwind competition process not only confused the audience and the opponent, but even the seniors were confused: "What's wrong today?"

In the next three rounds, our side ended with one tie and two losses. The tie was the senior, and the loss was naturally the invalid player who had food poisoning.As for the last one, Zheng Yan was facing the opponent's general, and after holding on for 5 minutes, he only gave up one book.

At this moment, the game has reached a very mysterious stage. Both sides have two wins, two losses and one tie, and the total number of books is exactly the same.

"In the delayed match, each side will send a team member as the tiebreaker," said the senior. "The opponent must still send a general, how about us?"

Bian Yao and I said at the same time: "Me."

I:"……"

Bian Yao glanced at me and said, "Then go ahead."

I said, "I'm not going"

The other three had question marks all over their heads, and Zheng Yan was so entangled that he started to speak English: "what is appening?"

Bian Yao stood up: "Let me go."

"Bian, Bian Yao, come on!" Zheng Yan yelled in a low voice.

One minute later, Bian Yao instantly killed the enemy general, making him stand on the court doubting his life.Bian Yao returned to us, took off his mask, and said, "We won, let's go."