rush to score

Liang Xi's movements were so fast that the commentator didn't even have time to react, and the audience below even exclaimed.

No one expected that Liang Xi would take such a big risk on this key sword, rushing to attack, this is a direct gamble when the initiative belongs to the opponent.

This kind of action was already very bold, but now it was the match point of the last sword, Liang Xi had to ensure that Lu Mingchuan's sword could not touch him at all, and his own sword had to land precisely on the effective part of the opponent.

There is no doubt that this is a risky move.

Liang Xi stared directly at Lu Mingchuan, and the picture was reflected in his eyes like a slow-motion play. His dark eyes stared at Lu Mingchuan's face hidden under the visor. He saw the flash of astonishment on that person's face. It looks like this sword is going to work... The corners of Liang Xi's mouth twitched upwards.

His body fell to the right side of the kendo as he squatted down, but his arms were stretched straight, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lu Mingchuan's chest. His wrist seemed to be nailed to death, supporting the direction of the gauntlet, and stuck the tip of Lu Mingchuan's sword Outside, it is used to stop all resistance actions of the opponent...

"touché!"

Liang Xi shouted loudly, the tip of his sword was about to leave Lu Mingchuan's body, and he himself fell to the ground in a sideways manner.

At the same time, the referee and the whistle sounded at the same time, and the single light on Liang Xi's side lit up, signaling the end of the entire game.

The referee nodded and raised his hand to change the score to 15:14. The applause from the audience almost overwhelmed the entire sword hall. Some people shouted Liang Xi's name, and some kept calling for country C to cheer.

It was a fantastic game and one worth remembering.

Many years later, when players from country C occupy an important position in the fencing world, the younger generations will still mention this World Championships—this is the first time that double red flags appeared in the World Championships, and it is also the time when the name "Liang Xi" was used by the fencing world. Remember the beginning.

Time is always moving forward, young people will grow old, heroes will change like waves, and countless people will shine and go out on the hall...but the camera will record all these truthfully.

History will not forget.

The boy named Liang Xi will forever write his name in the annals of sports history, starting from the first World Championship champion, to the first Olympic champion, and to his winning streak.

Everyone present who saw this game would believe that the name "Liang Xi" will become the North Star in the hearts of countless young people who are fighting for their dreams, shining in the east of the sky, the place called Huaxia...

When the referee raised his hand to signal his victory, all the lights, flowers and applause were presented for him. He saw Peng Jianxiu's flushed cheeks, saw the satisfied smiling faces of his parents in the audience, and he saw the door of his dream slowly opening to him. ——There is light coming in, this is his, a new beginning.

There are still many, many more waiting for him, but the countless gold medals are no longer equal to today's one. Liang Xi looked at his opponent and lover in front of him, and laughed unscrupulously.

He took off his mask and threw it aside, jumped up from the floor, pointed his index finger at the roof, and shouted out his excitement of winning.

After a moment of stupefaction, Lu Mingchuan also took off his mask, and held Liang Xi's hand raised in midair.

"Brother! I won!" The bright smile on Liang Xi's face was reminiscent of the sun in June.

Lu Mingchuan followed him and curled the corners of his mouth, a little helpless and regretful, but there was no malice in his eyes. He grabbed Liang Xi's hand and clasped it tightly, and the warmth of his palm spread to Liang Xi's hand, "Mmm , I know, congratulations."

A simple blessing uttered from the man's mouth filled Liang Xi with joy, almost wanting to hug him around now.

But reason told him that he couldn't do this, because there were still media with long guns and short cannons watching.

The live broadcast reporter pointed the camera at the hands of the two people. In the picture, the two teenagers intertwined their fingers, as if they were encouraging each other.

However, such a frame on the screen of the lens produced some intriguing meanings inexplicably.

The female reporter blushed, and dutifully began to ask Liang Xi how she felt after the game. Actually, the question was not complicated, but it was the first time that Liang Xi was surrounded by so many cameras, and Liang Xi still felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, Lu Mingchuan was always by his side, and the two of them rubbed their shoulders together. Liang Xi could smell the faint scent of soap on his body, the familiar smell of roasted milk.

To be honest, Lu Mingchuan's facial features are rather tough, and this kind of smell is inexplicably inconsistent with him, but there is an inexplicable reassuring power in him.

Liang Xi stood beside him again, thinking about the answers he had prepared before, and accepting the interview in front of the camera.

"... Lu Mingchuan has won the national championship several times in a row. How does it feel to beat him at the World Championships today?" The female reporter asked the routine questions, then changed the subject and looked at Liang Xi with a smile on her face.

When this question came up, Liang Xi's first reaction was to look at Lu Mingchuan, but the man rubbed his hair and turned his head back to the camera.

Liang Xi was silent for a long time. He remembered that this was the last time Lu Mingchuan participated in the competition seriously, and the joy of winning was somewhat diluted.

Maybe outsiders don't know it, but in their current sword world, the word Lu Mingchuan is almost a myth.

He started to learn sword since he was a child, and he learned from the former coach of the national team. During his childhood, he leapfrogged all competitions and won the championship all the time.

Although Liang Xi's grades were later mentioned to be on par with him, the allure of the word "genius" is obviously invincible, and an existence like Lu Mingchuan who has been unmatched since he was a child is obviously more in line with the "genius" definition.

They praised Lu Mingchuan very highly, even Liang Xi.

That person was looked up to by everyone like a star hanging in the sky. Even before he was old enough to compete in international competitions, his past achievements alone had already made him the darling of the media.

Now that Lu Mingchuan was about to retire, he lost the last match.

The expectations in the eyes of the female reporter were not fake. The fact that Lu Mingchuan was about to retire had not been made public. Everyone thought that there would be many opportunities to see this "talented player" active on the field in the future. However, Liang Xi knew that such a There will be no more opportunities.

He looked at the female reporter, moved his lips, but didn't know what to say.

This kind of silence made the reporter also feel delicate. She froze for a moment and hesitated: "Is this question... not easy to answer?" A team member made a harmless joke to dilute the tense atmosphere of the game.

Unexpectedly, Liang Xi's expression suddenly changed.

"Niannian?" Lu Mingchuan pinched his fingers.

Liang Xi turned to look at him with complex emotions in his eyes.

"What's the matter? I'm not happy that I won, huh?" Lu Mingchuan didn't bother to care about the camera, reached out and knocked on Liang Xi's forehead, and faced the reporter to find a step for both parties, "How dare he face me in front of me?" To put it bluntly, however, this match against him was the most exhilarating match I've ever played, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, it's just that kind of collision."

Lu Mingchuan brought the topic to himself in a serious manner.

The female reporter continued to chat along the lines, but the heat on her face couldn't go away for a long time... Why did she always feel that the atmosphere between these two good brothers was so delicate.

If it weren't for her professionalism to support her, she would be able to yell right now: I've got it!