rush to score

This scene was particularly eye-catching to Lu Mingchuan, that dissolute boy dared to get so close to Liang Xi... so close that he couldn't restrain his anger, it burned all the way from his chest to the top of his head, and he couldn't even think about why the two of them fought swords The styles are so similar.

However, Liang Xi's face was gloomy from the direction that the audience couldn't see. He stared at Bo Nuo, as if he wanted to pry something out of his mouth: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Bono replied quite quickly. He took a step back and made a gesture of surrender, with a sly smile on his face like a fox.

The match was still going to continue, Liang Xi settled down and turned his attention back to the kendo.

The match between Fang Luo Mao and the captain of country F, Edmund, has already started. These two players are of the strength type. They often fight fiercely and fiercely. They were stopped by the referee several times because they were too close.

Liang Xi carefully observed Edmund's sword fighting style, and found that he was a typical player of the early F country genre. Perhaps it was because of his racial advantage. The physique of the white athletes seemed to be naturally tall and strong. The steps are changed to win, and the movements of the hands tend to be rough, mainly relying on one's own physical fitness.

Edmund also held the sword in his left hand, which made Liang Xi feel a little headache.

"There are many left-handers in the international arena." Lu Mingchuan didn't know when he came down from the auditorium, sat next to Liang Xi, and suddenly said.

Liang Xi wanted to look at him, but felt that he hadn't won just now, his face was ashamed, and he lowered his head to stare at the mineral water bottle in his hand.The transparent bottle body, with less than half of the water in it, was held by Liang Xi in his hand and made a "click" sound.

"Firstly, because there are many left-handers in foreign countries, and secondly, they will also deliberately choose left-handers to deal with you...idiots." Lu Mingchuan said something about the competition, and scolded "idiots" At the same time, the scene of Bo Nuo and Liang Xi biting their ears was still in his mind, and he couldn't help frowning.

Liang Xi's lips moved, but finally he shut up speechlessly.

Although he had a draw, Lu Mingchuan seemed a little naive because he called him a fool...

"The next game—" Liang Xi had just started, but was interrupted by Lu Mingchuan.

"You can just play as hard as you can in the next match. I know that match just now took a lot of energy out of you." Lu Mingchuan stood up, his eyes just fell on Liang Xi's hairpin.

Liang Xi's hair is soft in texture. When I was a child, I wanted to follow the wind to keep the nose of an airplane blowing upwards, but I couldn't stand it up. As a result, it was half-length and drooped there. Lu Mingchuan thought it was funny, so he rubbed it twice every now and then. Remind him to ditch unrealistic hairstyles.

The soft touch feels like touching a cat...the bigger one.

Now, Liang Xi's hair became a little damp due to sweating, like moss that had been drenched by drizzle, inexplicably alive.

It should still be smooth to the touch, and your fingertips should smell of his shampoo and sweat.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingchuan's palms became inexplicably hot, he avoided Liang Xi's upward gaze uncomfortably, and added: "If you can't keep up physically, you can change..."

"Liang Xi!" Peng Jianxiu shouted, "Do you want Pan Rui to play for you?"

Substitute.

In fact, this operation is quite common. After all, it is the national team, and the strength difference between the selected substitutes and the regular players will not be too much. Liang Xi is not physically strong now, and it is also a good choice to let Pan Rui play.

Behind Peng Jianxiu, Pan Rui looked towards Liang Xi, his bangs covered his brow bone, and his eyes were inexplicably bright, as if he was expecting something.

Also, how many professional players will refuse the opportunity to express themselves?

Liang Xi knew what he was thinking, but still shook his head.

He doesn't want to go through the entire process of his first game on behalf of the team. He knows that his physical fitness has always been a weak point, so there are not many opportunities for international practice matches. It is possible to put the label of "poor physical strength" on his head.

And this is very detrimental to his campaign for the regular selection.

Pan Rui needs opportunities, and so does he.

Liang Xi stood up from the ground: "Coach, I can continue the game."

The moment he said these words, the corners of Lu Mingchuan's mouth couldn't help but curl up. He was very satisfied with Liang Xi's reaction - this is the child he trained back then.

Never admit defeat, there is always a reassuring persistence in something that you believe in.

That's fine.

Lu Mingchuan thought, in this way, he can hand over his ideals to Liang Xi without any worries.

He stayed where he was, watching Liang Xi walk up the sword step by step, saluting gracefully, putting on his helmet, and holding the sword in his hand tightly.

Then came the referee's whistle, and the last game of this team competition began.

Perhaps it was due to too much physical exertion in the last round, Liang Xi's attacking rhythm was obviously slower than before. This kind of slowness may not be noticed by outsiders, but the people present are all professionals, and even a very slight change cannot escape out of their eyes.

The current big score on the field is 27:28, and country C is one sword behind. In other words, only Liang Xi can win if he leads the opponent by two swords within 3 minutes.