rush to score

This is not the first time Lu Mingchuan held his sword and taught him how to deal with opponents.

In fact, such situations have happened many times, but with the passage of time, these memories also rose into the clouds with the plane that left four years ago, became blurred, and could be dissipated by the wind.

Now the scene reappeared, and the picture in memory became clear again. Lu Mingchuan stood in front of him, staring at him, waiting for his action.

The tacit understanding between the two seemed to be natural. Liang Xi imitated the way Lu Hongjun scored in the end. He stabbed at Lu Mingchuan with the tip of his sword. Turning downwards counterclockwise, the tip of the sword hit Liang Xi's waist, and stopped before it touched the corner of his clothes.

"touche!" His voice was very low, with a smile on his face, "Look, Lu Hongjun holds a sword in his left hand, your usual offensive method is limited by him, and his strength is great, so you fight him It’s only when you feel like you can’t perform.”

"But in fact, there are traces of his offense. I don't know if you have noticed that every time he has a habit of taking a step before attacking." Lu Mingchuan said seriously, he has always been very serious professionally, "When he made a fake move, he didn't step up. If he really wanted to attack, he would step up. You can definitely seize this opportunity."

Lu Mingchuan paused for a moment, the tip of his sword brushed against the sword in Liang Xi's hand, and there was a crisp sound of metal friction, and then, the tip of his sword lightly touched Liang Xi's shoulder.

"There's no need to be afraid of him, you've been doing great," he said.

·

In the afternoon, all the players gathered at the venue again, but, unlike in the morning, most of them were already wearing regular clothes this time, waiting outside the venue for the final semi-finals and finals.

Wearing a sword suit, Lu Hongjun was standing on the kendo in high spirits. When he saw Liang Xi, he winked at him: "How about it, don't feel the pain again and again. We fight sword competitions, and occasionally the stab is too heavy. It's a common thing, don't be so squeamish." His dissatisfaction with Liang Xi was revealed in both words and expressions.

Indeed, Lu Hongjun's sprinting action yesterday complied with the rules. In his opinion, Liang Xi's action of directly squatting on the ground was an overreaction.

Once again confirmed the name of the delicate "elder young master".

Liang Xi smiled at him, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's mainly an old wound, it has nothing to do with you."

After Lu Hongjun heard his words, the expression on his face froze for a moment, he didn't say anything, and the two stood opposite each other on the starting line of the kendo.

"Allez!"

With the start of the referee, the time began to count down from nine points, Liang Xi and Lu Hongjun moved their feet.

The two semi-finals were played separately, and Lu Mingchuan was standing in the spectator seat closest to Liang Xi at the moment, watching the situation on the field.

Liang Xi played very steadily this time, and put all his attention on the game.

He didn't rush to attack, but quietly waited for the opportunity to make a move. The steps under his feet seemed to follow Lu Hongjun's rhythm, but there was no sense of panic.

The movements of the two people clashed again and again, and Lu Hongjun suddenly noticed something different... Liang Xi's style of play in the group stage was completely different from that day.

After learning that Liang Xi was the mysterious returned player, although Lu Hongjun was disdainful on the surface, he also understood in his heart that if Peng Jianxiu was attracted to him, the opponent must have two brushes. Hongjun will not do this.

Instead, he was very cautious.

Lu Hongjun had studied Liang Xi's moves when he and others were playing in the knockout rounds. Liang Xi's rhythm was fast, and he was usually used to taking the initiative to attack. Moreover, every attack was as close as possible to the point, and he rarely used roundabout fake moves.

His playing style is like a cheetah attacking on the grassland, killing him with one blow at the fastest speed.

However, today's Liang Xi seems to be deliberately hiding his edge, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity...

The opportunity is coming!

Lu Hongjun was going to imitate the scoring action of yesterday's last sword. Liang Xi's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity of his step before attacking, quickly retreated to open the distance, and then completely repeated Lu Mingchuan's action at noon, round four , and then the tip of the sword turned to Lu Hongjun's waist, caught Lu Hongjun's sword within the range of the gauntlet, and shot quickly!

Lu Hongjun didn't have time to retreat, and the two of them leaned forward at the same time, and the hand guards collided with each other, making a crisp sound, which caused the surrounding audience to gasp.

The referee raised his hand to signal Liang Xi to score: "The defense counterattacked and scored with a stab. The score is 1:0."

Lu Mingchuan folded his arms and looked aside, with a smile on his lips.

Liang Xi learned his movements quickly as usual.

It's strange to say that Lu Mingchuan often "teached" Liang Xi alone when he was a child, but in the end the two sword fighting styles were quite different.

Lu Mingchuan likes to play tricks, while Liang Xi likes to make quick decisions.

What did you say every year?

He said: "Brother, although you hit hard, it's too slow to wait for the opponent to make a mistake. Why don't you go up and have a man's confrontation! Crack!" He made a stabbing movement, provocatively Lu Mingchuan blinked.

"This is called blood boiling, this is called competition."

At that time, Lu Mingchuan looked at the child who was half a head shorter than himself, talking about "hot blood" in a childlike voice in front of him, and only thought that this little brother was cute.

But even if Xiao Liangxi didn't like Lu Mingchuan's sword fighting style, he would still follow him and beg his brother Ming Chuan to teach him how to fight.

"How did you beat him?"

"Wow, the defensive counterattack of that sword is so beautiful! But you moved too fast, I didn't see it clearly."

"Brother, teach me! Teach me! Next time I will definitely beat him."

……

Give him a little room to grow and he can win.

From the very beginning when he was beaten by Lu Mingchuan with zero points, until today, Liang Xi has become one of the few players in the country who can threaten Lu Mingchuan.

However, Lu Mingchuan has never regretted teaching him everything. He knows that he will not go on the path of fencing for too long, but Liang Xi can.

Year after year, he is gaining momentum, and he is still fulfilling the promise he once made with his childlike voice.

full of blood...

Always staring at the laurel crown he longed to win, keep moving forward, keep moving forward.

·

On the court, Liang Xi scored with a beautiful feint. His sword tip landed on Lu Hongjun's waist, steady and ruthless.

The score on the referee has become 11:7, Liang Xi leads by four swords, and the discerning people present can already see that Lu Hongjun's state is not right... His current actions have become a bit reckless, and he attacked several times They were all in a hurry and exposed many flaws.

If he can't adjust his state in time, he will just keep losing points in the future.

"Is this the result of your emergency teaching at noon today?" Peng Jianxiu appeared behind Lu Mingchuan at some point, with a smile on his face as usual, making it difficult to see what emotion he was in.

Lu Mingchuan squeezed his chin: "Coach."

Peng Jianxiu let out a "huh" and his eyes fell on the sword path. The competition between the two was still going on. Liang Xi's momentum seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, while Lu Hongjun's panting became more and more rapid.

It is very clear who wins and loses.

Peng Jianxiu and Lu Mingchuan had already moved away from the crowd when no one around them was paying attention.

Lu Mingchuan bought two bottles of sports drinks from the vending machine, and handed one to Peng Jianxiu: "As you can see, he learns things very quickly, and the decision to recruit him into the team will never be wrong."

Peng Jianxiu took the drink, squinted his eyes and was noncommittal to Lu Mingchuan's words: "I'm a fast learner, or I'm a fast learner from you?"

He patted Lu Mingchuan on the shoulder half-jokingly: "I see, you are more suitable to be Liang Xi's coach than me."

"Then you are just joking." Lu Mingchuan had a decent smile on his face.

Right now there are only two people, and Peng Jianxiu is too lazy to play sloppy with Lu Mingchuan.

"You kid is really crazy, do you really think that you have enough 'price' to be bundled and sold? Good guy, you have not formally joined the team, so just ask me about the conditions." Peng Jianxiu said in a bad tone, "My quota for this year is only There is only one, do you know how long I ran for the Sword Association for the second indicator?"

"...he is worth it." Lu Mingchuan told Peng Jianxiu.

Peng Jianxiu didn't deny it this time, he nodded thoughtfully.

Logically speaking, even if Peng Jianxiu met Liang Xi in person and recognized his strength, he would not make an exception and open up a quota for him. After all, Liang Xi has no record in domestic competitions in recent years. The sex is too big, and it is really not ready to enter the national team.

The current situation is that Peng Jianxiu has won an extra spot for him.

I won't say much about the details behind it. In short, after a semi-final match, Liang Xi finally defeated Lu Hongjun with a score of 15:10 and successfully advanced to the final.

The final, that is the championship and Asia competition, and this time there are a total of two places, regardless of whether they win or lose, Liang Xi has already obtained the "ticket" for the national team.

When Lu Mingchuan returned to the field, Lu Hongjun didn't know why he had an argument with Liang Xi. Regardless of the referee's obstruction, he was eager to try.

"what happened?"

Peng Jianxiu's voice was full of confidence. He frowned and roared in the middle of the venue, and the chaotic crowd around fell silent.

"He cheated!" Lu Hongjun blushed, "His style of play was clearly taught to him by others, especially for me!" Stepping, this is his habitual movement, under normal circumstances, offensive players like Liang Xi would not make a fuss about it.

However, Liang Xi seems to be targeting his small step today. Every time he seizes the gap and stabs him in the waist, the movement of scoring is similar every time. This style of play is very different from yesterday's group stage don't.

Peng Jianxiu laughed: "I played the game myself. There is no problem with the equipment. How can we talk about cheating? Could it be that he bribed the referee and gave you a black judge? If the latter is the case, then you have to investigate it carefully."

The referee in charge quickly waved his hand: "Hey, Coach Peng, you are not a joke."

"You!" Lu Hongjun was about to say something when he was dragged away by Shi Hao. The two of them said something beside him, and Lu Hongjun finally calmed down.

This situation is indeed not cheating, it can only be said to be aggrieved by losing.

He can only wait for the next time... He pursed his lips, packed his things, and planned to leave the venue, but was stopped the moment he went out.

"Lu Hongjun."

Turning around, he gave Shang Lu Mingchuan an annoying smile.

The man was leaning against the wall, wearing a sword suit, with the sword dangling in his hand, he looked no different from an ordinary Second Generation Ancestor.

This made Lu Hongjun's suppressed anger well up again, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to come and see you, you look so stupid when you lose and get annoyed." Lu Mingchuan smiled at him with his white teeth showing, "You said before that the two of us fought, I remembered that match."

"It's your business to hate the rich, but do you know why I don't spend my family's money and come here to play games with you?"

"why?"

"Because winning is winning, and losing is losing. You can't buy winning or losing in the arena. I won all the championships myself." Lu Mingchuan whistled, imitating Lu Hongjun's provocative manner in the morning, and squeezed his eyes. "But there are always people who make excuses for their defeats. For such a person, do you deserve to win?"