The white moonlight that makes us cry

On the Friday morning after Christmas, the British Male Flower Invitational Tournament officially kicked off.

Maybe it was still during the holidays, and there were a lot of spectators in the gymnasium, crowded with people.

The sponsor's advertising logo tape was pulled up early in the venue, and reporters and sports figures sat in the front row, stretching their necks and looking forward to it.

For such a small event, it can be said to be highly anticipated.

And the reason they are looking forward to it so much is the British star Ali Otis.

As the brothers of two contestants Maud Hunt and Polan Clifford sent by the British authorities, even Ali Otis, who is busy with training and official duties, took time to come to the venue today to cheer for the juniors.

Seeing a burly man in a black tracksuit walk into the inner seat from a distance, the audience behind burst into unprecedented screams.

"See! This is the glory of our British fencing!" A father said excitedly to his three-year-old child, pointing at the man.

child:"……?"

The reporters frantically aimed their cameras at Ali Otis.

For a while, the atmosphere in the stadium reached a climax.

auditorium.

Cui Jiayou craned his neck to look around, and as expected, he found a familiar figure in the crowd——Professor Xia who seemed to him to be harboring ill intentions towards his younger brother.

The man was wearing a black coat and a red scarf, his handsome and desolate face was particularly eye-catching.

He was even approached by a passing British blonde beauty.

I don't know what the beauty said, Xia Rubing smiled at her, and parted her thin lips: ...&*%

Cui Jiayou's face was frosty.

Since Ruan Shu was a lesson learned from the past, Cui Jiayou is now very sensitive to any creature that appears around Cui Youji with unreasonable thoughts.

After returning on Christmas Day, Cui Jiayou used the hacking skills of himself and his studio partners to investigate.

As a result, this cannot be checked.

This so-called academic professor was a professional forensic psychologist hired by the American FBL a few years ago.

Cui Jiayou also found a large amount of information about the purchase of love and toys on the records of the other party's various shopping platforms.

He is very angry!

A flirtatious old man who is not good enough for his younger brother.

When his eyes fell on Xia Rubing again, Cui Jiayou sneered, feeling that he had seen through this person.

What a restrained, high-cold appearance is just a disguise!She's just a slut.

Cui Jiayou thought to himself, once the competition is over, he will report the purchase evidence to his younger brother, so that Cui Youji will stay away from him.

……

Backstage lounge.

Maud Hunt and Plein Clifford are kissing me.

Polan Clifford is fair-skinned, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a thin build.

On the other hand, Maud Hunter has tanned wheat skin, black hair and green eyes, and is tall and tall at 1.9 meters.

Yes, that's right, the young British foil fencers are a couple.

And there are still many people on the Internet in the rotten country knocking on their cp, named it: Distinguished Attack and Suffering.

Until coach James walked in and said angrily: "What time is it and you are still tired! The game is about to start, you know?"

The two separated hastily.

James flipped through the form in his hand and signaled Polan Clifford to go to the men's locker room to change into his fencing uniform:

"You go first in the first round, against Chinese team Cui Youji."

Pollan Clifford nodded and turned to get his clothes from the locker.

James turned his head to look at Maude Hunter again, and said, "You will face another member of the Chinese team, Wu Taihe first."

Compared to Cui Youji, James is not worried about this guy with full hair.

The development is not yet complete, it's like playing an international game... Just kidding!

Maude Hunt is ranked 31st among the world's fencers, more than enough to kill this kid instantly.

Maud Hunt answered.

James walked out a few steps, then turned around and fumbled in Maud Hunt's pocket for a while, and took out two human cub killers.

"It's only half an hour to enter, don't mess around in the locker room for me." He warned.

Maud Hunter: "...yes."

He entered the men's locker room, and Pullan Clifford took out a square from his pocket and joked, "I have it here."

Maud Hunt was silent.

Polan Clifford glanced at him suggestively, "Comeon, Cui just got out of the hospital with food poisoning the day before yesterday, so you don't need to be nervous at all."

Half an hour is enough for them to have a fire.

But Maud Hunter was unmoved, and changed his clothes without squinting.

This is also a personality difference between the two.

Poulein Clifford did things out of the blue, without regard for the consequences.

Maud Hunt was calm and thoughtful.

"Be vigilant and don't underestimate anyone." Maud Hunt patted Pullan Clifford on the shoulder and said.

Pollan Clifford shrugged, still unimpressed.

In the sight of everyone's anticipation, the first game - the British men's flower team Polan Clifford VS Chinese team's Cui Youji played.

Two tall young men in white fencing uniforms stood on the track and held swords to salute each other. Immediately the referee shouted "Start!".

The narrator's voice is deep and magnetic, with a standard London English accent:

"The two sides are now entering the first round of competition. Whichever side gets [-] points first wins, or after three rounds, it depends on who has the highest score..."

The kendo is very long, like the hopscotch in childhood, divided into several areas evenly.

From top to bottom, the audience could clearly see the two figures separated by an area, jumping on their toes and swinging their swords.

The sword tips are far apart from each other.

This set of operations is like punching in the air.

Narrator: "They are testing each other now, Choi Yoo-gil keeps a good distance..."

The blades staggered, and the distance between the two began to gradually approach.

It could be seen with the naked eye that Cui Youji's offensive became fierce.He has never been a good-tempered person. Although he has restrained himself after being beaten by the society, sometimes he can't help showing his violent nature on the field...

Pullan Clifford took a half-step back and fought back defensively without fear.

Winning or losing a fencing competition changes rapidly.

beep—

Green lights on the opposite track.

Cui Youji frowned and withdrew his sword, calming down his heartbeat.

The referee said: "One point for Polan Clifford!"

Immediately continue.

Cui Youji continued to attack violently, and Pulan Clifford also counterattacked unceremoniously.

The two swords kept colliding with each other, forming phantoms in the air.

The audience was so frightened that they didn't dare to blink.

Commentator: "Cui Youji plays more proactively, pressing every step of the way."

"It can be seen that Cui Youji is taking advantage. His long legs and long arms are very flexible. Statistics show that Cui Youji's height is 1.8 meters.

With this sword, Cui Youji successfully caught the opponent's loophole and won.

"Cui Yuji scored a point!"

The scorer also jumped and turned into a 1V1.

——This is just an appetizer for their game.

The sports people in the inner seats watched intently.

Especially Ali Otis.

He turned his attention more to the Chinese youth on the track.

In the eyes of everyone, in the next contest, Cui Youji seemed to have regained the lost state at the beginning, and won seven swords in a row!

what does this mean?

His strength far surpassed that of his opponent, Pullan Clifford.

Currently Cui Youji's highest achievement is No. 30 in the world ranking eighth.

And Polan Clifford is 34.

Calculated according to the evaluation standards of the Global Sports Association, the difference between the four rankings is actually not that big.

Most of the time, even if there is a difference of more than ten places, they will often be evenly matched in the competition.

"Wait..." A British fencing coach suddenly called out in disbelief: "This Chinese athlete scored two more points!"

The score on the scorer has jumped to 1V9.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the referee announced that it was entering the third round.

This also means that there is almost no possibility of a comeback for Polan Clifford.

Referee James sighed regretfully.

Ali Otis also looked straight ahead, and subconsciously stood up.

He knew very well that logically speaking, such a disparity in scoring can only be achieved by a fencer like himself who has entered the top fifteen in the world.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, such crushing sword skills... shocked the hearts of those present in the sports world.

News reports are not hype, but facts.

This young Chinese kid turned out to be a genius in foil fencing that hasn't happened in a hundred years!

The loss of Pooran Clifford in the first game put the mood in the UK down a bit.

However, the next match between Maude Hunter and another young Chinese athlete Wu Taihe won a 9v6 match, which gave them back some face.

Wu Taihe was already very happy with this result.

At least he managed to score six points under the No. 30 fencer in the world!

If it were him half a month ago, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Every game seems to tell Wu Taihe profoundly that he is constantly improving.

Xia Dang was also very pleasantly surprised by this result. It was rare for him to take the initiative to hand Wu Taihe a bottle of water, and praised: "You can do it."

Wu Taihe's face was reddish, and he whispered: "Actually, it should be thanks to Brother Ji."

Xia Dang was a little puzzled, "How?"

Wu Taihe explained it in this way.

During this time, the two often train together.

Cui Youji would check for omissions and make up for vacancies every time, tell him his shortcomings, and teach him how to correct them with practical combat - this is something that even Xia Dang can't do.

He felt that it was Cui Youji who took him away.

And the longer the contact, the more Wu Taihe understands the distance between the two is so far away.

Cui Youji will definitely be a rising star in the fencing world.

He is afraid that he will not be able to get that star in his whole life.

Young people don't know the fragrance of soft rice.

After the initial envy, jealousy and sourness were resolved, Wu Taihe just wanted to hug Cui Youji's thigh tightly, the great god was in front of him, and he was satisfied after drinking a sip of broth.

Xia Dang was also surprised when he heard this.

Because similar words have been said by people from the Chongnan University team before.

Could it be that Cui Youji has some magic power that can affect the teammates around him?

Cui Youji took off his mask and walked off the stage, saw Xia Rubing from a distance, smiled and waved to greet him.

Xia Rubing raised her hand and waved at him, pursing her lips and smiling.

The audience in the audience thought that Cui Youji was greeting them, and they went crazy.

Most of them are women, and there are also many men.

"Ah! This Chinese athlete is too handsome!"

Many Yangou defected and became his fans at once.

An hour later, the high-hanging LCD screen in the stadium jumped up.

next game.

Maude Hunt of the British men's flower team vs. Cui Youji of the Chinese men's flower team.