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But hope in despair.Did your brother... last all the games? "

Ling Xiao didn't speak, but I think he nodded, because then Xiao Guan laughed:

"That's good, it means he hasn't despaired."

The recording stopped here, and I was speechless. This is undoubtedly the conversation between Ling Xiao and Xiao Guan.Could it be that Xiaoguan reported him, but it doesn't sound like...

"Who recorded it?!"

I was so furious that Lao Hu didn't even tell me to get out and leapfrog. He just leaned on the chair tiredly: "Is it any use to say this now? No matter who recorded it or reported it, isn't this the truth? Why should I forgive him?"

I went back to the dormitory in a daze, and downstairs I saw everyone in the team blocking the gate, as if they were blocking people.I caught sight of Gao Dapang, who was blushing, and looking at his posture, Gao Dapang was actually the one who took the lead in blocking people!Seeing me coming back, he pointed at the person blocked at the gate like an aggrieved fat boy: "Qiao Mai, the person who reported is Zhang Ting!"

Only then did I see Zhang Ting who was blocked at the gate.

In an instant, I was enlightened. At that time, Zhang Ting went to the hospital to take care of his sister. I asked for leave for him. His sister and Xiao Guan lived in the same hospital!

Zhang Ting turned his eyes away from me.Why he would do this, I seem to have guessed half of it.

"Why report him? Even if Ling Xiao can't be selected, you have no chance."

Only then did Zhang Ting look at me straight in the eye: "So this is what you really mean. At that time, you told me that I also had a chance. In fact, in your heart, you thought that I and others were destined to be eliminated! You guys The geniuses are all hypocritical, so we'll just bow down to you anyway, we don't deserve to be with you, do we?"

Gao Dapang couldn't take it anymore: "I told you that I had a chance to encourage you. You said that you are hypocritical because of good intentions. Now I tell you such things because it is the truth. Except for Maizi and Ling Xiao, who in this team Dare to say that I will definitely be selected for the Olympic team? Maybe because you reported Ling Xiao, it turned out to be the seventh child, me, or any of us who picked up this spot for nothing. Who knows? But in terms of strength, I know I am far inferior to Ling Xiao, you just left, but I will feel that I owe him!"

"What do you owe him? We don't owe him at all! Ask me why I reported it, why don't you ask him why he doesn't know how to cherish it?! Does he take the opportunity that so many people dream of? Since he likes to play underground games so much, It’s good enough to go play! Since my brother is so important, it’s good enough to experience it! Let others have the opportunity to go to the Olympic Games, okay?!”

"Zhang Ting," I interrupted him, "you value this opportunity very much, more than him, don't you? Then why did you take three days off to take care of your sister?"

"Anyway, I'll stay and train, and I won't be included in the final list, but Ling Xiao is different. What reason does he have—"

"Did you know his brother died?"

Zhang Ting was stunned.

"Your sister is not terminally ill, nor is she depressed. In fact, she doesn't want you to accompany her at all, but you just want to accompany her. Why? I think you are not worthy of staying in the national team just because you do this. ? No, I spoke for you at that time, not because you couldn't get into the selection anyway, but because I thought my sister must be very important to you, because fencing is so important to you, you still want to accompany her, afraid She's all alone..."

Zhang Ting pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Actually, you are right. He violated the team rules. There is nothing to say about being expelled. To be honest, even I don't know why he played such a dangerous underground game..."

I used to never understand him, but now I finally understand, the gentleness when he led the way for my parents, the look in his eyes when he listened to me talking about interesting things with my parents, and the way he was When we received encouragement and care from relatives, why did he stand in the underground ring where his brother stayed.

"But even so, I saw him practice physical fitness every day before dawn, and we all rested and practiced alone... When he was playing underground games, he didn't think about giving up his dream for a moment. If he He has worked twice as hard and shouldered double the burden, why do you say he doesn't know how to cherish it?"

Zhang Ting is squatting on the ground, I know he must have struggled and suffered too much for such a move, looking at Zhang Ting like this, I think of my concubine, Li Rui and He Ming, who of us is not like this?On the road of life and dreams, I am constantly correcting the direction, constantly rectifying the chaos, and living in confusion and seriousness.

It is said that if you are serious, you will lose, probably because once you are too serious and persistent, you will no longer be able to make an either-or choice.A real strong person should know how to constantly choose and sacrifice, so that he can travel lightly and reach the peak.And you will become a weak person, indecisive, and stuck in the mud until one day, you make up your mind that even if you cannot become a strong person, you will not give up any important things. Doubling the burden—by that time, you will be a different kind of powerhouse.

Like your brother, like you becoming him.

After nightfall, I found Ling Xiao in the training hall. There was only a ray of light in the empty and deserted training hall. He was looking up at the banner above his head.

——Raising the sword, the wind and thunder move, and the sword energy shakes all directions.

I stood at the door and looked at him without saying a word. Now this young man who lifts his sword and is about to leave.

"I know when you don't speak, but just look at me." Ling Xiao said suddenly.

I was a little surprised, and a little embarrassed to be discovered by peeping.

Ling Xiao turned around:

"Qiao Mai, compare me again. I owe you."

Unexpectedly, our first duel with full strength will be in such a situation.

After changing into the competition uniforms, we stood on the kendo for practice. White light shrouded us, and the hall was quiet and elegant.

"Is it okay without an electronic scoring device?" Ling Xiao asked me.

"You are my electronic scoring device." I smiled.The secret of your zero reflex arc is only known to me so far.

We stood at both ends of the kendo, and there was already a tacit understanding in our eyes, and we put on black metal masks facing each other.

This moment is like looking in a mirror, his hand holding the sword, my hand holding the sword, the mask he took off, and the mask I took off.How do you say something?

We are each other's mirrors.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of intertwining blades, and the voice of Ling Xiao echoed in the fencing hall:

"The strongest opponents you may encounter in the finals are Besseff and Conil."

The sword swung dizzyingly before my eyes, and I recognized Besef's unique skill.

Besef's style of play is similar to mine, and I also like to play fake moves, and I have been a master at bluffing since I was a child.It's like playing against myself. I'm quite excited, because sometimes I watch my game videos and wonder how I can kill myself.

I was quite passive at first, but gradually I began to get used to Besef's tricks. In the shadow of swords and swords, which ones are the moon in the water, which ones are the flowers in the mirror, and which ones are...

"Clang!" I struck with my sword in front of me.

——Which ones are open and dark!

In the first game, we were tied. Ling Xiao held back his sword, and I could feel the cold and powerful eyes behind the mask: "3:3, the second game."

In this round, his style of play changed again. Compared with Besef's flamboyant and dizzying style, his sense of rhythm this time was obviously accelerated. Often the moment the rhythm changed, I was hacked.

"Conil, who studied under your idol Yaghilev, is very good at controlling the opponent's rhythm. I also lost badly when I played against him for the first time. Once you follow his rhythm, it is only a matter of time before you lose. .”

"Then what should I do?" I was panting on my knees, and my knees became weak when I heard Yaghilev's name.

He didn't give me a chance to breathe, he held up his saber, the tip of the sword vibrating like a snake letter was like a sword flower rolled up in the dark: "Think for yourself."

Damn not gentle at all!

Conil's sword style is somewhat similar to Ling Xiao's. At first I was completely suppressed by him, but once I fell into a passive position, I was powerless to turn things around.Then suddenly Ling Xiao stopped, the sword on my shoulder was still vibrating vigorously, like a horse stopped suddenly in the wind, its snow-white mane still dancing in the airflow.

He put away his sword and stood up: "You have crossed the bottom line again."

I turned around, annoyed, and almost made a sword throwing movement, but luckily I didn’t fall, I realized that Ling Xiao was observing me quietly, which made me want to find a hole to go down: "...no Sorry, my former teacher scolded me too, for winning but not being able to lose, I have no manners..."

"I know." Ling Xiao said, "Demeanor is second, but it would be a disadvantage to easily reveal your emotions to your opponent."

I seldom lose, so I really didn't think about this question: "Well, next time I qualify, I will laugh three times, scared to death!"

Ling Xiao seemed to chuckle slightly: "Then you are better than me."

It's a pity that I couldn't see his face through the mask~ I couldn't help being curious: "Yes, how did you feel when you lost to Conil for the first time? You seem to be quite indifferent."

"It's sad, I thought, 'Ah, I lost'..."

I thought back to Ling Xiao's disdainful face after losing the game, and I thought you looked so sad when you were sad...

"However, a few times I saw you drop your mask after winning, and I actually felt quite..."

When it came to an abrupt end here, I became even more curious: "What is it?"

Unexpectedly, this person's style of painting changed suddenly, and he said coldly: "I've had enough rest, now at 9:8, you lose me a sword." After he walked to the end line, "The first