rush to score

"I haven't asked you why you returned to China suddenly, Len, and you didn't even say goodbye. In your country, your behavior is called leaving without saying goodbye, which is very impolite." Dong Dilun has a mixed-race face, but he is actually a person from country A through and through. Chinese is very poor, Chinese and English are mixed, and almost every sentence of Chinese is floating.

At this time, there were very few cars on the road. Dong Dilun drove all the way to the suburbs, and kept repeating the action of changing the accelerator to the brake. The speed of the car fluctuated, not like driving a car, but like driving off-road in the desert.Liang Xi boasted that she never got motion sickness, but she still couldn't help feeling sick while riding in Dong Dilun's car.

"We are just a working relationship. I don't need to greet you when I return to China." Liang Xi reminded, "And your behavior of following me is called 'stalking', which is illegal."

"You didn't tell Erik either." Dong Dilun completely ignored Liang Xi's accusation against him, and then complained.

"Why should I tell him?"

"Why?" Dylan Dong said exaggeratedly, clapping his hands next to the steering wheel, "Because is? your? boss!"

Liang Xi was silent for a while, put his right hand on the handle of the car door, and tapped the metal doorknob twice with the tip of his index finger: "I don't want to play underground games anymore, country C is not his territory, he can't control me .”

"Really." Dong Dilun stepped on the brakes angrily, and parked the car precisely outside Liang Xi's rented apartment. The car turned off too quickly, and the machine made a soft grunting noise, and then fell silent, "You signed the contract. "

"Underground competitions are illegal in country C, and contracts are equivalent to waste paper."

"Illegal doesn't mean it doesn't exist, and don't forget that your parents are still in country A. The contract you signed is completely legal in country A. Don't you care about letting them know about it?"

"Erik wouldn't go to great lengths for me alone. As you said, he is the boss, and he has tens of millions of properties under his hands. One more than me is not too much, and one less than me is a lot." Liang Xi still remained calm. , the finger that knocked on the doorknob stopped, and he turned his head to look at Dong Dilun, "I know what's going on in your mind, I told you, we are not the same way, you just want to find an exciting one-night stand, but I am Seriously, it is absolutely impossible to accept the so-called multi-angle relationship, you have miscalculated."

"It's a decent behavior in our country to get together and get together." Liang Xi opened the car door, and the moment the sneakers stepped on the concrete floor, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for taking me back, good afternoon."

The car door was closed by Liang Xi, and just as he was about to go upstairs, Dong Dilun suddenly stopped him from behind: "Len, wait!"

"Is there anything else?" Liang Xi was actually quite patient, but he didn't plan to give Dong Dylan too much.

Dong Dilun probably locked the car in a hurry and ran over. His red hair became disheveled in the wind. Matching the depression in the surrounding suburbs, he looked like a village.Liang Xi thought it was funny, but in fact, he really laughed too. In all fairness, Dong Dilun has a nice face, very handsome, and enough to look like a jerk.

He knew Dong Dilun wouldn't say anything good...

"Len, you seem to need money very much." Dong Dylan looked around, the dilapidated apartment building, the floor height was the minimum standard, and it looked very crowded.Opposite the apartment is a railway track. Weeds burst out from the rocks, gradually encroaching on the green space.

Liang Xi didn't like Dong Dylan's scrutinizing eyes very much. He lowered his voice, "It's nothing to do with you. At least I don't have to worry about my basic life now, and I can earn enough living expenses in regular games."

Dong Dilun sneered: "I am used to food from high-end restaurants, but can I still swallow roadside stalls?"

"Get out immediately before I plan to get into trouble with you." Liang Xi was annoyed.

"Hey, takeeasy!" Dong Dilun grabbed his wrist, even though Liang Xi slammed him away, he was not angry, "Is the person who refused you to get in my car just now the guy named Lu? It’s not cheap clothes, don’t you want to beat him economically and make him look at you with admiration? You have finally climbed up from the bottom, and now you can get up to $[-] in an actual battle!”

"Fart." Liang Xi left such a sentence, turned around and left, no matter what Dong Dilun said behind him, he was determined not to look back.

Back then, the worst decision he ever made was to play an underground match.

When he was recuperating in country A, he was always in a state of anxiety, and this anxiety increased as he stayed away from kendo—he couldn't accept the reality that he didn't train.

He knows too well that in the short ten-year training career of athletes, everyone can't wait to use all their strength to improve themselves. The word "genius" is just a gimmick used by newspapers to attract people. There is never a shortage of "genius" in the sports world, but only when you are really in it will you understand that the so-called genius is simply nonsense.

Liang Xi is not a genius, and neither is Lu Mingchuan.

The reason why they can get to where they are today, in addition to day-to-day training, may also rely on some luck.

Liang Xi wanted to win so much, he couldn't accept that he was lying on the hospital bed doing nothing while others were training and improving.His anxiety was so severe that on the second day after he woke up after the operation, the rehabilitation doctor borrowed a small dumbbell and held it in his hand to exercise his arm strength every day.

He will always remember the moment when Lu Mingchuan knocked the sword out of his hand. Regardless of winning or losing, it is a shame for a fencer's sword to be knocked down by his opponent.

Liang Xi tried his best and was able to stand up from the hospital bed very quickly. Every step from holding on to the crutches was excruciatingly painful, and then he was able to run and jump.The rehabilitation physician who was in charge of him at the time was surprised. She said she had never seen a patient with a ruptured Achilles tendon recover so quickly.

However, just when Liang Xi was about to be able to move freely, his mother suddenly asked him to stop participating in fencing, at least stop thinking about becoming a professional.

"Why?!" Liang Xi asked in disbelief, "I have already paid so much, and now you ask me to quit?"

"Athletes eat youth food, not to mention your legs..." Mother insisted, "In short, study hard and study a good major, you can do it for a lifetime, fencing, if you still like it, you can do it Interest remains."

"I don't! Stop trying to manipulate my life with your thoughts!"

His mother once said that he changed too much for the sport of fencing, and Liang Xi did not deny it.

The belated youth rebellious period seems to come along with the hurricane season in country A. It is fierce and provokes Liang Xi's fragile nerves countless times. He is like a big cat just about to enter adulthood, treating everything with novelty. And full of desire to resist.

He was sent to a local language school and met Dong Dilun in the first semester.

He said his name was Dong? Dyn, a first-class athlete registered in California.

At first, Liang Xi’s friendship with him was just to discuss skills. Moreover, Dylan knew the owner of a local sword gym, and Liang Xi could often go to free venues with him—free, which meant that his family could not know.

Later, under the leadership of Dylan, Liang Xi began to skip class and take the bus to the next town to participate in small competitions, learned to smoke and began to mix with the local young people's social circle, and then...

In short, going deeper step by step is like eating the forbidden fruit. Liang Xi became more and more bold at that time, and finally, when facing an invitation from the casino, he nodded.

Exciting, bloody, competitive.

When a group of rich people live idle and find no fun, they must seek some other ways to give themselves a pleasant experience of the senses.

Women and wine, these are not enough, greedy people always want to find that more primitive desire - struggle.This tradition seems to have been handed down for a long time since the Colosseum in ancient Rome, but now it is relatively gentle under the constraints of civilization...or relatively low-key.

In any complicated big city, there are always some gray areas, and Liang Xi stepped into it with a little knowledge, when he was 16 years old.

At first, this kind of competition looked like an ordinary fencing competition, but it was more exciting, and the referee would often blow his whistle to make it more difficult for Liang Xi to win.However, in Liang Xi's view, these were not problems. He needed something strong to stimulate his brain, and this kind of competition made him even more excited.

The first time I discovered that there seemed to be some problems in these underground competitions was when a boy fell in front of Liang Xi on the spot, a lot of blood dripped down from his calf, dark red, reflecting Liang Xi's frightened face.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that the sword of the game was cut!" He screamed and rushed to the side, grabbed Dong Dilun's shoulder, and yelled angrily, "I just accidentally scratched his leg! How could it happen? Just cut off his sword socks!"

"Hey, calm down!" The casino's security quickly pulled Liang Xi away from Dylan Dong, "Notabigdeal. It's not going to kill him!" (It's not a big problem, and he won't die)

Today, two years later, Liang Xi still remembers the boy's distorted expression of pain when he was cut in the calf. Through the mask, Liang Xi seems to be able to feel his gaze, full of despair and panic——Liang Xi knew that the boy would never have the chance to stand in the international arena again. Not all wounds could heal, not only the wounds on his legs, but also the wounds in his heart.

He doesn't want to go through this again, but the mistakes he made in the past still seem to be haunting him. Even if he fled from the east to the west of the Pacific Ocean, the mistakes he made during the rebellious period are still memories that he can't wash away.

The phone vibrated, and a text message was sent: "I still need to remind you that the liquidated damages are 50 US dollars, which seems a bit too much for you or your parents."