rush to score

Sweat slid down his forehead, and there was nothing in the huge venue except the sound of metal swords colliding.There was no cheering, no cheering, no full audience in my childhood dream.

Lu Mingchuan's gaze was cast from the empty auditorium, Liang Xi could not know whether he was looking at him, nor could he know the emotion behind that person's gaze, but even so, he was still willing to serve today's special audience Put on a great performance.

In just 3 minutes, in Liang Xi's eyes, it became a time segment divided by confrontation. Every second that passed was very long, and Edmund's hand movements became a slow playback in his eyes.

The feeling of exhaustion is like quicksand, dragging people down, and thinking becomes a vague blank.

The only thing he can rely on is the muscle memory accumulated over the years. After every move given by the opponent, Liang Xi responds mechanically.

This is a slow feeling of suffocation. Only by clenching your teeth until the end can you have the hope of victory.

But sadly, no one is always at the mercy of the goddess of victory, especially in the arena.

As the time limit expired, Liang Xi and Edmund once again scored 4:4. However, because country C fell behind by a sword, the score on the referee finally stayed at 31:32. Liang Xi's team scored [-] point Almost lost.

This is the first time for Liang Xi to officially play against the national team of another country. Even though the loss is disappointing, he still feels excited and refreshed...

This kind of evenly matched contest, no one can predict the result at the last moment, perhaps this is what fascinates him the most about competitive games.

The three letters "" in dark blue on the back of the metal coat are burning like fire. It has been too long for him to carry the name of the motherland on his back.

For four years, he has represented the school in competitions, represented individuals in competitions, and represented "Cheetah" in competitions... He is in country A, but the dream deep in his heart has not changed - he wants to stand on the stage that attracts everyone's attention, Kiss that red flag.

For this reason, he is willing to wait, like a flower bud waiting for a midsummer, he is also waiting for a moment of sudden bloom.

Today, I don’t know how many people still remember their childhood dreams. Scientists, doctors, coffee shop owners... There are only a few who can make it to the end, and most people can’t make it to the end.

Liang Xi privately thinks that this is not because those people are so weak-willed, but that fate is so unfair. The reality is a dungeon challenge of different difficulty for everyone, and there are always people who need to smooth out the edges and corners in order to pass the level.

Perhaps they have never forgotten the moment when they made a promise to the future, but they just buried it in a certain ordinary spring, summer, autumn and winter, and only occasionally recalled it in their spare time, but never talked about it again.

Liang Xi is well aware of his luck to be able to get to where he is today, so he knows that when he wears the competition uniform with "" written on it, he is carrying the dreams of too many fencers...so he is no longer a player who cannot afford to lose. Son, he must accept failure, then grit his teeth and run towards the summit again.

The afternoon sun shines into the sword hall from the window and falls on the young man's face. The soft halo outlines his facial features, which are clean and handsome, and indeed match Bono's "beauty". Of course, the premise is not With a joking nature.

Peng Jianxiu didn't say much about their defeat, and even looked at Liang Xi with a smile, as if all this did not surprise him.

Liang Xi scratched her head in embarrassment: "Coach Peng, next time I will definitely win."

He heard that Peng Jianxiu seemed to laugh in a low voice, but soon, the man restrained his voice and put on a serious expression on purpose: "Liang Xi, you still need to practice, what can you do with this little body, come on." Don’t think I didn’t see you even stealing food during training.”

Liang Xi hurriedly said that he would never do it next time, turned around and took the sports drink handed by Lu Mingchuan as a matter of course, and took several sips under Peng Jianxiu's staring eyes.

After the match, according to the rules, each team member from both sides shook hands in turn, and Liang Xi trotted two steps to stand with Lu Simiao and Luo Mao.

Coincidentally, he happened to be facing Bo Nuo, who smiled narrowly, held Liang Xi's hand for a long time, and even took a step closer and whispered beside Liang Xi: "I'm already looking forward to our next meeting." We've met." He intentionally sprayed hot air on Liang Xi's ear, causing the players around him to look over.

Liang Xi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and saw Lu Mingchuan's gloomy face not far behind the man.

An inexplicable feeling of being raped on the bed rose from the bottom of his heart, he quickly withdrew his hand from Bono's hand, took a step back, and said very politely: "I'm looking forward to it too..."

"I look forward to hitting you all over the place next time!"

Liang Xi left the sword gym without looking back, entered the locker room, and saw Lu Mingchuan leaning on the iron cabinet next to him, with his hands in his pockets, looking at Liang Xi with unfriendly eyes.

This time Liang Xi didn't pretend to be sentimental and interpreted his reaction as jealousy, he now knew the knot in the relationship between the two of them.

"You..." The two spoke at the same time.

Liang Xi sighed: "You speak first."

Lu Mingchuan's expression did not change, he fixedly looked at Liang Xi: "Promise me, stay away from Bo Nuo."

"I don't need you to say I will." Liang Xi shrugged his shoulders and said again, "However, regarding this matter, I think we still need to talk again. Do you have time tonight?"