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He can always see Lu Mingchuan first in the crowd, maybe it's because of his heart, or maybe it's just a habit.

The man was sitting near the left hand side of the main seat, tilting his head to listen to the person opposite, with a vague smile on his lips, looking harmless to humans and animals.

It seems that Lu Mingchuan has been in contact with the national team for a long time. The person who is talking to him is called Lu Simiao, the youngest member of the foil team. I heard that he just turned nineteen a while ago, and he is younger than Lu Mingchuan.Lu Simiao has a baby face, white and tender, and is the type that girls like most at the moment.

Since the foil team won the team runner-up in the last Olympic Games, Lu Simiao once got out of the circle because of a few live photos and participated in several sports variety shows. Now he looks like a little star.

"Hey, this is brother Liang Xi!" Lu Simiao turned around and saw him.

Lu Mingchuan realized later, his eyes stayed on Liang Xi for a while, the smile on the corner of his mouth still did not recede, and he politely reminded: "Liang Xi is younger than you."

Lu Simiao was greatly shocked: "Old Peng has been alarmed to come here to pick out apprentices in person just after turning eighteen? Good guy, it seems that Xu Gaoyi didn't exaggerate when he said you played well."

"What?" Liang Xi was puzzled.

Lu Simiao grinned at him and showed his white teeth. He didn't explain, but asked Liang Xi to choose a seat to sit down.

Liang Xi looked around, the main seat opposite the door was vacant, it seemed that it was reserved for the head coach Peng Jianxiu, the reserved box was very large, and almost everyone had a vacant seat.

Luo Mao suddenly remembered the rumors about the feud between the two "mortal enemies". Afraid that Liang Xi would feel embarrassed, he quickly patted the chair beside him: "Come on, brother, sit here."

"Farewell." Lu Mingchuan replied lightly, "Niannian, sit here, they will smoke later."

Liang Xi thought to himself, fortunately Lu Mingchuan didn't know that he had learned badly now, he was good at smoking and drinking, if he knew, he might not fight him again.

Thinking of the way Lu Mingchuan was pressing his wound, Liang Xi still felt guilty. He hated Lu Mingchuan looking down on him, and also hated seeing the disappointment and disdain in his eyes... However, when Lu Mingchuan waved at him, he still felt guilty. Couldn't help but strode over and quietly sat beside him without saying a word.

Luo Mao opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

Anyone can see that when these two people meet together, the atmosphere is subtle, and it is an indescribable feeling for others.If I had to say it, there was a sense of tit-for-tat sharpness, but there was no grudge against the "mortal enemy" in the arena as imagined. On the contrary, Lu Mingchuan also deliberately called Liang Xi's nickname, as if to warn Luo Mao that this person already has an owner. .

Of course, no one thought about that. After all, the affair between Lu Mingchuan and Jiang Xiajiao's "gifted scholar and beautiful woman" has long been a topic of leisure in the sword circle.

Luo Mao let out a "tsk" and said, "Chuanzi, you are not authentic. You will prevent me from communicating with my younger brother as soon as you come up."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of hearty laughter from outside: "Hahaha, what are you talking about? I think you just want to fight swords with others." A 35- to six-year-old man was standing at the door. Wearing a dark polo shirt that middle-aged men like best.

"Coach." Several young people in the room shouted in unison.

Liang Xi saw it, got up and walked over to shake hands with that person: "Coach Peng, nice to meet you."

"Liang Xi." Peng Jianxiu seemed to be particularly fond of laughing, his eyes curved into crescent moons, "I watched all the game videos you left in China in the past two nights, young and promising... I have admired your name for a long time ah!"

"Don't dare to take it." Liang Xi hurriedly waved his hands.

Peng Jianxiu laughed again, and instead of taking the seat reserved for him, he stood with the two chairs by the door and looked at the young man: "Today, Gao Yi booked here specially, just to look at the downstairs. Those two kendos, how about, let's go downstairs to play while the kitchen is grinding and can't serve food?"

Liang Xi dared not answer.

Only then did he realize that Xu Gaoyi had called him here, and it was indeed not for any birthday party. I am afraid that Peng Jianxiu wanted a few opportunities to see the strength of the new batch of candidates in advance.

Naturally, Lu Mingchuan didn't need to say much. He stayed in China for the past two years and won many championships in one fell swoop. Anyone who plans to go professional should have heard of his name.

It is probably because of this reason that Peng Jianxiu and the team members he led had already contacted him, and they just waited for Lu Mingchuan to nod.

Liang Xi is different. Although he and Lu Mingchuan fought on equal terms when they were teenagers, they went abroad for a while in the middle.

For this birthday party, I am afraid that Peng Jianxiu wanted to find out the bottom line in advance, so he specially invited Liang Xi to come here. If he did not agree to fight an actual battle, it would be too embarrassing.

Under the leadership of the waiter, a group of people took the elevator to the basement level.

This clubhouse is really rich and powerful, the courtyard design on the ground is expensive and exquisite, and there is even a wine cellar underground.The lights were dim, and the air was filled with the unique smell of oak barrels. Liang Xi followed them through the rows of wine racks, looking curiously at the red wine on them.

Xu Gaoyi seemed to know a lot about these things, and he was eloquent when he introduced them. Lu Simiao, with a baby face, got along well with him, but he was not cold.

Liang Xi then visited several rows of wine racks, and found that most of them were in foreign languages ​​that he could not understand, and soon lost interest.

Lu Mingchuan walked beside him, maintaining a distance of about half a meter between the two, with the same pace.

This is an ambiguous distance, as if Liang Xi could hook Lu Mingchuan's finger just by stretching out his hand. He remembered being led by Lu Mingchuan to run from one side of the road to the other when he was a child, just to chase a small tricycle selling candied haws.

Liang Xi remembered that at that time he especially liked to eat snacks on the street, and if the family refused to allow them, he would always buy them secretly. It was a good name, and it was better than the ones sold in the store.

Lu Mingchuan laughed that he liked to eat exhaust gas, and Liang Xi was so angry that he asked him for an extra candied haws with glutinous rice.

Liang Xi's peripheral vision landed on Lu Mingchuan's hands. Those hands that held his hand had changed from the paws with a bit of baby fat to the slender and beautiful ones now.

Liang Xi thanked the dim light here, which blurred his expression to the point that people around him couldn't see clearly.

Just as he was wandering, the hand in the center of his line of sight suddenly hit his wrist, Liang Xi raised his hand in shock, and fled away quickly, like an electric shock.

The moment he dodged, he regretted it... This behavior made Lu Mingchuan's hand stagnate in mid-air awkwardly, and was then retracted by the man.

Liang Xi looked up nervously and looked at Lu Mingchuan, but the latter seemed to have nothing happened, and asked casually, "Is it cold?"

Only then did Liang Xi realize that Lu Mingchuan stretched out his hand just to check the temperature of Liang Xi's hands - he was naturally prone to cold hands and feet, and in summer, he would yell at Lu Mingchuan for a blanket when the air conditioner was turned on at a low level.

This situation has improved a lot after growing up, or maybe Liang Xi has learned to be patient.

After being reminded by Lu Mingchuan, he felt that the temperature in the wine cellar was too low again, causing him to shiver: "It's okay, I can bear it." He rubbed his hands.

Turning around the wine rack in front, the place suddenly opened up.

Xu Gaoyi went to the side and turned on the light. In an instant, the ceiling light illuminated a kendo in the middle. There were several leather sofas beside the kendo, which looked like they were used for business talks.

It should be when the big boss comes here for leisure, watching the sword while tasting wine, and even negotiating a contract, which is quite enjoyable.

Liang Xi complained silently in his heart, and saw that Peng Jianxiu's eyes fell on him, still smiling, but Liang Xi felt that this coach had bad intentions.

Sure enough, Peng Jianxiu didn't have the slightest intention to be polite to Liang Xi, and directly reached out to greet a few people over: "You guys, do you want to have a pre-dinner exercise?"

Liang Xi was taken aback, thinking that the old fox had to watch him play a game today, and he couldn't pick any opponents, he would have to fight any player from the national team.

Peng Jianxiu turned his head and said to him: "Two team members are missing today, but it's not a big problem. Chuanzi has a lot of people here, and, if there are no accidents, you will still have the opportunity to meet those two team members in the future."

Liang Xi glanced at Lu Mingchuan subconsciously, fearing that that person would also get involved—after all, Liang Xi didn't expect to confront him head-on in front of Peng Jianxiu at this time, both of them are candidates, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses easy to do.

However, it is clear that Liang Xi's worries are unnecessary.

Before anyone else could speak, Luo Mao grabbed Liang Xi's arm first: "Come on brother, I've been envious of you for a long time just now!"

Liang Xi couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart, thinking that this man is really a straight man of steel with only a mind full of swords, if you tell him this, he can make eight hundred turns.

Lu Mingchuan on the other end seemed to sneer, but Liang Xi didn't hear it clearly.

Confused, he was dragged to the back room to change into protective clothing. Smelling the smell of disinfectant on the clothes, Liang Xi couldn't help but sigh that this clubhouse is quite well prepared, even the equipment has been disinfected and put here for people to use.

Soon, the two stood on the starting line at both ends of the kendo. Peng Jianxiu ordered Lu Simiao to go up to be the referee. The baby-faced boss was not happy: "Coach, you knew that I am not good at judging this kind of thing."

"You're not good at it." Peng Jianxiu sat down on the sofa, "Go, stop talking nonsense here."

Lu Simiao let out a long sigh, and said to the two of them, "I didn't make a good judgment. If I make a mistake, you two should bear the burden."

Liang Xi didn't pay attention to what he said, and all his attention was on Lu Mingchuan who was at the side.

That man is worthy of being the son of a rich family. Sitting in such a place where the boss enjoys himself has no sense of disobedience. The whole person leans on the sofa. He neither sits upright nor is he arrogant. Obsessed with the red wine brought by the waiter, he stared at Liang Xi intently.

What to do, once he knew that Lu Mingchuan was watching from the side, Liang Xi became tense with hands and feet.

This is a sequelae left over from childhood. Every time Lu Mingchuan looked at him, he wanted to perform in front of him so much that his demands on himself were more than twice as high as usual.

"Cough, Liang Xi, the salute is about to start." Lu Simiao reminded him with two coughs when he saw that he was still in a daze.

Only then did Liang Xi regain his senses, saluted Luo Mao, and then put on the mask.

Luo Mao smiled at him with a slanted mouth: "Let go of the fight, I won't show mercy."