rush to score

Liang Xi didn't intend to make mistakes again and again, his eyes only stayed on Lu Mingchuan for a while, and then quickly moved away.

Right now, nothing attracts his attention more than the last sword.

The overtime ruling method is the "sudden death method", that is, the referee randomly chooses between the red and green sides. If someone scores within 1 minute, the winner will be calculated according to the normal scoring method. After 1 minute, if no one scores , the person previously selected by the referee is the winner.

Both sides had already stood at the start line, Liang Xi stared at the referee screen, held his breath...the yellow dot flickered, and finally stayed on Lu Hongjun's side.

When Liang Xi saw the result, he already understood that he was destined to lose this match.

The pain in Liang Xi's ankle makes it impossible for him to attack with all his strength. It's not that he lacks the determination to break the boat. It's just that this is a group match, and he won't be eliminated if he loses. behind.

And if you can't participate in the next day's knockout round because of the group stage, that's really a big problem.

Originally, Lu Hongjun was selected by the referee, he only needed to be conservative and wait until the end of the game to win the game, and Liang Xi's actions obviously did not mean to attack desperately... In this case, there is no need for him to spare no effort launch an attack.

However, Lu Hongjun launched another fierce attack!

With two quick cross steps, he mustered all his strength and stabbed at Liang Xi's chest.

Liang Xi hurriedly retreated to defend, but Lu Hongjun made a beautiful diversion. The tip of the sword fell hard on Liang Xi's side. The skin on the outer layer of the pubic bone was very thin. There was a moment of stiffness, and Liang Xi couldn't maintain his balance and fell heavily on the sword path.

At the same time, the referee raised a gesture to signal Lu Hongjun to score, and the winner turned around and clenched his fists, shouting to celebrate his victory.

At the end of the game, Liang Xi lost to Lu Hongjun 5:4.

Minor injuries and bruises are common in fencing competitions. After all, it is different from track and field. As Lu Mingchuan said, fencing was originally evolved from primitive bloody duels. It would be strange for any athlete to have no injuries.

Therefore, the onlookers, including the culprit himself, did not react to Liang Xi's fall.

The referee asked about his situation, turned around and went to register, and called the contestants in the seventh group to sign.

It was only at this time that Shi Hao knew who No. 30 No. [-] player was. He looked at the list in surprise, and then looked up at Liang Xi, his face full of shock.

Lu Hongjun won all the four rounds of the group round. It was the time when he was proud of the spring breeze. He thought that his junior would come up to congratulate him, but when he saw the registration form in the referee's hand, it was like seeing a ghost.

"What are you doing?" Lu Hongjun bumped him on the shoulder, followed his gaze to Liang Xi, "Look at what he is doing, this kid, he has no energy in the back, so it's not his fault... "

"No, bro, look at the list." Shi Hao pointed at it.

In black and white, Liang Xi's name is followed by the number 35, plus the points description behind it-the total points of major domestic competitions are 0.

He had never participated in a competition before, but was named by Peng Jianxiu himself to participate in the competition. This kind of honor is not only the first, but it is also a big news that will be published in the newspapers.

The way Lu Hongjun looked at Liang Xi suddenly changed. It was rare for him to remain silent. He stood there for a while, then took the pen and began to sign his own name.

Liang Xi didn't know what they were thinking. He was sitting on the ground against the wall, gulping water into his mouth, as if the mineral water was alcohol with a narcotic effect, and his legs that hurt everywhere would heal after drinking it.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and Lu Mingchuan's familiar handsome face appeared in front of him.

Liang Xi was sitting in the corner, and Lu Mingchuan was squatting in front of him, their eyes met in the air, a mouthful of water stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it, couldn't spit it out... Liang Xi covered his mouth and coughed non-stop.

Before he finished coughing, Lu Mingchuan suddenly pinched his ankle, with little strength, but the pain still made Liang Xi gasp.

"Hiss—don't touch it!" Almost subconsciously, Liang Xi reached out and waved his hand on the back of the man's hand. With a clear sound, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Lu Mingchuan's fingertips touched the soft and dry sword socks. It could be seen that Liang Xi's fencing uniform had been washed frequently, and the sword socks were still as white as new, with a scent of soap.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Mingchuan's voice was very low.

Liang Xi suddenly felt his scalp tighten. As if to prove something, he tried his best to get up from the ground and stood firm while leaning on the wall: "I'm fine, I just lost the game..."

"What's the matter, I'm still thinking about the game." Lu Mingchuan interrupted him with a disapproving expression.

Liang Xi touched his nose and suddenly felt a little funny.

Four years ago, although his car accident was an accident, it was indeed inseparable from Lu Mingchuan.

At that time, the two hadn't contacted each other for more than a week since they quarreled in the Youth Championship. This time was a long, long time for Xiao Liangxi. It was so long that he experienced the first insomnia in his life, thinking hard whether he should take the initiative He and Lu Mingchuan bowed their heads and reconciled.

Logically speaking, it is normal for the relationship between teenagers to be up and down. If there is friction between friends, it will take two days for someone to bow their head and apologize first.

But this time Lu Mingchuan seemed to have made up his mind not to take the initiative to bow his head, and Liang Xi was also spoiled when he was a child, and Lu Mingchuan was always the only one who followed him, and this situation never happened.

He panicked, and was considering whether to edit a message to Lu Mingchuan. If he wanted to send it, what should he start with... The car drove over at that time. The driver was tired and said that his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see the traffic lights clearly. .

Fortunately, the man had rich experience in driving and turned in a timely manner. Liang Xi's life was safe, except that his calf was squeezed across the curb and his Achilles tendon was left at that time.

"My leg is fine." Liang Xi shook his head, recalling the reality from the memory, "I thought that I lost the game would be more worrying."

Lu Mingchuan didn't speak at the first moment, he heard the meaning of Liang Xi's words.

"In short, the game was miserable, but I'm fine, and it will continue tomorrow..."

"Niannian." Lu Mingchuan interrupted him sharply, "I'm not discussing the game with you. I know you can beat him. I can tell that your skills are no worse than his."

Liang Xi nodded belatedly: "Then what do you want to discuss with me?"

Lu Mingchuan stared at him for a long time without saying a word, and finally just sighed heavily: "Let's go, you sleep with me today."

Old injuries recurred.

Liang Xi knew that he shouldn't take his anger out on Lu Mingchuan. It wasn't Lu Mingchuan who bumped into him back then, and it wasn't Lu Mingchuan who injured him with brute force now. It wasn't Lu Mingchuan at all... It was just that he was wronged. Even more wronged.

It seemed that Lu Mingchuan wanted to settle the grievance of not going to the hospital to see him all at once, but this behavior was obviously not rational.

Lu Mingchuan seemed to know what was going on, and he didn't even ask him what was going on with his ankle. The two of them walked out in silence. Liang Xi dragged one leg and walked very slowly, so the man restrained his pace and kept pace with him. Keep a distance that is neither awkward nor awkward.

The hotel is just opposite the sword hall, across the street.

When Liang Xi was going up the steps at the door, he slipped accidentally and almost fell down. Lu Mingchuan grabbed him in time: "Be careful!" His tone was not very good.

"Accidentally fell and became weak?" Lu Hongjun followed from behind. He hadn't finished changing his clothes. He was wearing a T-shirt on his upper body and sword pants and socks on his lower body. The snow-white pants might be from soaking in sweat for a long time. Because of this, it shows a kind of yellow color of tea.

Lu Mingchuan grabbed Liang Xi's hand, pulled him behind him, turned around and looked at Lu Hongjun, his eyes were not friendly: "After winning a game, you just sneered at your opponent? Who is used to your stinking problem." After knowing it, Only then did he realize, isn't this boy who looks like he doesn't smoke a lot Liang Xi's roommate?

He understands Niannian's temper, if he can clash with him overnight, then this person must be extremely annoying.

Although he didn't know Lu Hongjun well, Lu Mingchuan was still unceremonious: "You'll be awesome after playing a group round-robin match, and you're only at this level."

"You!" Lu Hongjun still recognized Lu Mingchuan's strength, but he didn't expect that Lu Mingchuan would directly hate him for Liang Xi, and he was a little bit embarrassed immediately, "You don't know what level I am? I was only one point away from you in last year's championship... ..."

"You won?" Lu Mingchuan was too lazy to listen to him finish, he turned around and pulled Liang Xi into the room, "You didn't beat me again, why do I remember your level?"