rush to score

At the end of the holiday, the morning rush hour of the subway was like dumplings being poured into the boiling water, and one by one was "forced" to squeeze into the carriage. Lu Mingchuan was tall and directly grabbed onto the iron rod used to hang rings. Liang Xi leaned against the corner, and the two faced each other. Paste together.

"The video was given by Bo Nuo. He has watched many of your games before. However, at that time he only knew the player codenamed 'Cheetah', not you."

I don't know if there is someone squeezing behind him. Lu Mingchuan has "accidentally" rubbed against Liang Xi several times when he said a word. The instigator looked calm, as if he didn't realize the friction between the two people's legs, and continued to say: " I thought there was something wrong with that guy at first, his style of play is too similar to yours, but I didn't expect that he directly imitated you, what kind of idiot is this..."

Perhaps because of the burden of "brother" in front of Liang Xi, Lu Mingchuan swallowed the following words back.

"Ah?" Liang Xi was originally uncomfortable because of his intentional or unintentional rubbing, but now that he heard this statement, he put away most of his nonsense thoughts, "What do you mean? Bo Nuo watched my game before, and then became mine, uh... Fan? So you’ve been imitating my style of play?” He really couldn’t think of any other adjectives, and saying the word fan always made him feel a little sick.

Lu Mingchuan did not deny it: "Almost, but as a professional player, he must have his purpose, and even if he is learning how to play, he will not be similar to this level, so there is a high probability that it is because of your original style. Certain similarities."

Liang Xi recalled it.

He looked around, the speeding subway, the car was noisy and crowded, and Lu Mingchuan was almost talking next to him, the volume of the two of them was not loud, and they didn't attract the attention of anyone around them.

Even so, Liang Xi still had a guilty conscience. He lowered his voice: "So Bo Nuo was afraid that he would not beat me in the World Cup, so he reported me in advance?"

Lu Mingchuan shook his head.

"If it's really him, it's easy to deal with. You two don't usually see each other. You are pure competitors, so it's not unusual to cause any trouble, but the person who reported it is not him, which is a bit tricky..."

It didn't take Lu Mingchuan to speak clearly, Liang Xi immediately realized it.

"...Is it Pan Rui?"

He couldn't help raising his head, his eyes were locked on Lu Mingchuan's face, and he got an affirmative answer from his expression.

Liang Xi knew Lu Mingchuan's hesitation, and also understood that he delayed telling him the truth until the end.

From a certain point of view, Lu Mingchuan's desire to protect seems to be a habit formed since he was a child. Whether it is his previous overreaction to Bono's provocation, or his concealment of dealing with Pan Rui...he always seems to be Habitually keep Liang Xi behind, even though sometimes this kind of "protection" is actually useless.

For example, now—they were already on their way to the sword hall, and Liang Xi still had to meet Pan Rui face-to-face anyway. Lu Mingchuan only told him the truth until now, which caught Liang Xi by surprise for a while.

He sighed, and clenched his fists by his side, suppressing the anger surging in his heart.

Reason was telling Liang Xi that this incident was not Lu Mingchuan's fault. In the final analysis, he was angry with Pan Rui for playing tricks and using such not-so-honorable means to win the position of the main election.

Liang Xi knew that he had made a mistake in this matter, but he was in the middle of it, and he really couldn't put on a reasonable look, saying something like "since he did something wrong, he is not afraid of being reported by others".

Pan Rui was playing tricks behind the scenes, and the timing was so coincidental, just before the group match between Liang Xi and him—Liang Xi's abstention made Pan Rui score 5:0 all at once, just like this , enough for him to get a good ranking in the knockout round.

Liang Xi dared to say that even if Pan Rui asked him to confront Peng Jianxiu before the game, he would not be so angry.

What he hated was that man playing tricks behind his back, nothing else.

"When did you know it was Pan Rui's?" Liang Xi asked after being silent for a while.

Lu Mingchuan didn't answer right away, he just tickled Liang Xi's finger secretly while no one was looking.

I really lost to him...

Liang Xi didn't have the slightest ability to resist Lu Mingchuan's show of weakness. The temperature from his fingertips seemed to flow all the way down his limbs to his chest cavity. He was still burning with anger just now, but now he has calmed down a lot.

However, some things still need to be made clear.

"Brother, let's discuss it." He imitated Lu Mingchuan's approach and moved closer to his ear, but due to his limited height, he had to stand on tiptoe a little, "Next time you encounter anything, you should tell me first. I listen, don't lie to me."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that you were suspended at the time and you were in a bad mood. Let me tell you this again..." Lu Mingchuan didn't seem to expect him to approach him suddenly, and he faltered for a while, "After all, I'm a teammate. ,Right?"

Lu Mingchuan frowned. He carefully read Liang Xi's words, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

However, Liang Xi was immersed in his own world, and he didn't speak for a long time, as if he was trying to calm down, or he seemed to have other ideas.

"The stop ahead is Nanchen Road..."

There was an announcement from the speaker, and in a blink of an eye, the station was already there, and people in the carriage were crowded to go out. It was the first time for Lu Mingchuan to take the subway during the morning rush hour, and the places touched by people accidentally felt sticky and hot.

Although he knew it was an illusion, his movements were still quite uncomfortable. He looked like a spoiled child who was riding the subway for the first time. With his always stable and self-willed character, the contrast was a bit big.

Liang Xi followed behind him with a "puchi" laugh. It seemed that Pan Rui wasn't affected too much, and Lu Mingchuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

In the world of adults, there are not so many clear distinctions between the enemy and the self. Even if there is resentment in the heart, most of them will not show it on the surface.

At least, for Liang Xi, even if he knew Pan Rui's malice towards him, he still didn't intend to tear his face away with him - just like what Lu Mingchuan said, it would be good if he was a pure opponent. The most difficult thing to deal with is the relationship between teammates but also competition.

It is impossible for him to fight to the death with Pan Rui, and he has to get out of the national team alone... It's too unrealistic.

Taking advantage of the time when Liang Xi was alone in the locker room, he carefully recalled some of the previous interactions with Pan Rui, and recalled what Pan Rui said while sitting next to him on a rainy day when the two of them took the bus.

The man thought that he and Lu Mingchuan were rivals, and even tried to instigate the relationship between the two of them.

Liang Xi regretted that he hadn't been more sensitive. He noticed something was wrong at the time, but after thinking about it, he felt that even if he noticed it at the time, it would be useless.

He originally thought that he and Pan Rui would not interfere with each other in the future, but he didn't expect that the other party and his thoughts were not on the same line at all...

The first time Liang Xi walked into the training hall, Pan Rui's eyes widened in disbelief: "Coach!" He called out shortly.

Peng Jianxiu frowned because there was still Luo Mao, who was kept in the dark the whole time, and the smile on his face also subsided: "Pan Rui, it's training time, do you know that there is something related to training?" Do you want to ask?"

"no……"

"Don't just ask after the training is over!"

"But Liang..."

"But what is it! Do you have to say it now?"

Peng Jianxiu raised his voice, completely annoyed.

To be honest, Pan Rui did nothing wrong in reporting this matter, but in the final analysis, this young man's actions are somewhat disgusting.They came here to engage in competitive sports. To put it bluntly, strength is the last word, and competition is a game of the weak and the strong.

From the point of view of a coach, regardless of the so-called rules and regulations, Peng Jianxiu doesn't like this practice of not focusing on improving his strength, but thinking about getting rid of his competitors by other means.

You can say that he cherishes talents, or that he has no principles.

"Right" and "wrong" are determined by rules, but "good" and "bad" are a ruler in everyone's mind. Different standards give different measurement results.

Peng Jianxiu admitted that he was protecting his shortcomings a bit.

"Pan Rui, just train hard. Don't mess with me. You didn't make it to the top eight in the World Cup. Shouldn't you hurry up and improve your skills instead of messing with me here?!"

Pan Rui didn't finish a sentence, and was crushed to death by Peng Jianxiu.He couldn't help clenching his fists, the soft flesh in his mouth was bitten painfully, he could bear it, he has been bearing it...

Ever since he was recruited into the team, he has been sitting on the bench. Finally, he had a chance to be promoted this year, and two people came out to grab his position.

Why!

He also trained hard, worked hard from childhood to adulthood, sacrificed all his playing time, and spent all of it in the sword gym.He was selected from an ordinary student to the city team, and then to the provincial team with his own efforts. How difficult it was for him to walk along the way, how would anyone who hadn't experienced it know.

Fencing is not a common sport in China. After a year, the equipment alone will cost thousands of dollars. He has to go to the competition at his own expense in order to achieve results. All year round, the travel expenses plus various odds and ends, ordinary family conditions Tens of thousands of dollars were spent on fencing, just waiting for him to become famous one day.

He is not reconciled...

Obviously Liang Xi didn't cherish the feathers and made a mistake, why did Peng Jianxiu scold him in the end!

He has always been taciturn and used to keep his thoughts in his heart, but at this moment, the emotions accumulated in normal times burst out suddenly, he pointed at Liang Xi, and asked through gritted teeth, "Why do you still have the face to stand here!"

"...Pan Rui?" Luo Mao, who had been out of the situation, was greatly surprised by his abnormality, and subconsciously grabbed his hand pointing at Liang Xi, "What's the matter?"

The smell of gunpowder in the air is too strong, even if Luo Mao's nerves are as thick as steel bars, it is impossible to ignore it.

"What's wrong with Liang Xi?" He asked, turning his head to meet Peng Jianxiu's gloomy face.

The matter has come to this point, and Pan Rui is unwilling to hold back any longer. He pointed at Liang Xi: "You said it yourself, and Lu Mingchuan, I didn't know it before. It turns out that the two of you are like dogs. One committed a crime, and the other paid for it. Going around, is it true that being rich and powerful is a big deal?!"

The groundless accusations fell down sentence by sentence, and Liang Xi was a little dazed in his ears. After he realized it, he frowned and asked, "What does this have to do with Lu Mingchuan?"

Lu Mingchuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Liang Xi.

"The conflict between you and me, don't talk about it. I came back to accept the investigation of the Sword Association. It is compliant. If you have any opinions, come to me. Don't label others casually. .”