Lin Yifei was half asleep and half awake with his eyes closed, trotting along the street. A few minutes later, he stopped on the side of the road, reached out to Mark for water, and the other party immediately handed him a bottle of mineral water.
After taking a few sips suddenly, Lin Yifei felt a little more awake.
"Lin, I know you hate us forcing you every day." Mark said lightly.
"You are also doing it for my own good." Although I don't care if I like it or not.
"Although Philip and I like fencing, we don't have the talent of Catherine and you, let alone Chris. It's impossible for us to become the world famous players on TV." Mark raised his head and looked through the trees. Looking up at the sky, "Look at the sun, it was not so dazzling when it first rose, so I can look at it without any cover. Then it will gradually shine brightly, and at that time I can only look down at myself shadow."
Mark's words made Lin Yifei's eyes burn.
"I never expected to be the sun. But I would be proud to be with that sun until it gets too bright and then bow my head."
Lin Yifei took a breath and said with a smile, "I'm not the sun, so there won't be a day when I hurt your eyes."
After speaking, he ran forward.
Even if one day I have a light that others don't, I will remember who gave it to me.
In this way, Lin Yifei was studying like a middle school student while walking towards a certain direction in life.
Soon another weekend will come, which means the arrival of the semi-finals.
Lin Yifei came to the fencing gym and met Chris unexpectedly in the locker room. Two people's cabinets are right next to each other.
"Hey..." Lin Yifei, who was not surprised by these game scenes, became unnaturally nervous when he saw Chris.
Chris had already changed his protective gear and was tidying up his gloves in an orderly manner. He leaned against the wardrobe and watched Lin Yifei.
After taking off his clothes and putting on the protective gear, Chris suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yifei stopped putting on his gloves.
Chris knelt down in front of him, touched his shoes with his fingers, and helped him tighten the loose shoelaces. Lin Yifei looked at the top of Chris's head stupidly, and suddenly some kind of emotion overflowed his chest.
"It must be me and you in the final." Chris looked up, and there was a power in his gaze that made it impossible to question what he said.
The two walked to the field side by side, high-fiving each other as they parted.
Lin Yifei came to the sidelines, put on the mask, then closed his eyes while holding the sword, and stood there upright. Soon, all the hustle and bustle in his mind was gone, and his eyes were only on the opponent at the other end of the preparation line.
At the sound of the referee, Lin Yifei didn't test his opponent too much. He attacked fiercely but firmly stabilized the position when the opponent defended and counterattacked. Even when he retreated to the bottom line, he counterattacked calmly and scored with one sword.
His opponent should be a ninth grade student with mature and lethal sword skills. Lin Yifei avoids the most important and takes the lightest, and can always counterattack and score when the opponent's offensive is the most violent, which also makes the climax of this game extremely exciting.
In the auditorium, Kevin looked at Lin Yifei's figure with his head propped up, while his teammates beside him said with a smile, "Why do I think you're infatuated with that middle school student?"
"Is this ridiculous?" Kevin asked unhurriedly, without taking his eyes off the field.
"Well, he is really outstanding among children, but if his opponent is you, you can handle him in one round."
At this point the first round is over and there is a one-minute break. But Chris's game was still going on in the last ten seconds. His attack was not only fast, but the angle and strength were as accurate as calculated by a computer. A sword pierced the opponent's left shoulder, and the moment he scored was the end of the round.
Kevin raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Red, have you ever thought that ten years later, when I was twenty-eight years old and at the golden age of fencing, these two kids were just twenty-four years old, full of motivation and accumulated a certain amount of experience, their swords will point to the throne."
Rhett on the side laughed, "You are a rare genius in our UK, do you still worry about someone challenging your throne?"
The smile on Kevin's lips was dark and deep, "Because fencing doesn't need a king. You can see the beginning but can't guess the ending is its real charm."
At the beginning of the second round, Lin Yifei was suppressed by the opponent for the first 20 seconds. The opponent's attack was fierce but very rhythmic. Lin Yifei could only speed up the speed of the defense, and kept looking for opportunities to regain the rhythm. Unfortunately, it was still a little bit short. At the moment of the defensive counterattack, the opponent hit his shoulder and scored. The score at this time was eight to eight.
Lin Yifei jumped twice on the spot and took a deep breath. At this moment, he finally understood the good intentions of Chris and Catherine. There are many talented people in this huge world, Lin Yifei must not be the only one. Just look at Chris. When he was in New York, Chris was no match for Lin Yifei. In less than two years, his chances of winning against Chris are half, or even a little less than half.
After adjusting his breathing, Lin Yifei began to adjust his pace. When the opponent's hand and foot movements were not well coordinated, it was as if Lin Yifei had found a fatal wound. He was shocked and moved forward quickly, resisting Lin Yifei in all directions. The attack, and then Lin Yifei's sword slashed on his arm without any suspense. In the next two minutes, Lin Yifei still calmly took two points from his opponent after missing a sword. In the third game, the gap between the two became bigger and bigger. Lin Yifei's aura became overwhelming, and the opponent's position was messed up, and the rhythm and initiative were taken away. Although the defense was still solid, there was no The offense did not score. Lin Yifei changed his strategy after being unable to attack for a long time, constantly disrupting his defense, and won his first semi-final after his rebirth.
When the referee announced the end of the game, Lin Yifei had to raise his head and take a long breath.
That's great, Chris! We can meet in the final!
Taking off the mask, Lin Yifei smiled happily. Catherine and the others in the auditorium hugged each other. If it weren't for the fact that the fencing field had to be kept quiet, they would have cheered collectively.
And ten seconds later, Chris' side also ended.
Seeing him walking out of the arena with a haughty look holding a mask and holding a sword, Lin Yifei knew that this guy must have won.
The two met again in the locker room, Lin Yifei took off his protective gear and put it in his bag, and Chris just walked in and opened the locker. Just as Lin Yifei was about to say something, the other party covered his face with a towel.
"Fool, if you don't dry your sweat, you will catch a cold."
"Yeah." Lin Yifei rubbed his hair happily until his whole head turned into a bird's nest.
After Chris packed his bag, he looked at Lin Yifei's again. The whole bag was in a mess. Mineral water, chocolate, and protective gear were stuffed together. He reached out and put those small things into the compartment, then folded the protective gear and put it at the bottom, put away Lin Yifei's gloves, put the mask on the top, zipped up the zipper, and pulled the bag out of the cabinet , on his shoulders.
"Let's go." Chris held Lin Yifei's fingers and pulled him out of the locker room.
Lin Yifei's head was covered with a towel, only the hands of Chris and himself were dangling in front of his eyes. Inexplicably, he hoped that this road would be longer, the longer the better.
If we never grow up, we will never have to find answers to those complicated questions.
Before coming to the exit passage, Catherine and the others were already waiting for Lin Yifei. And Catherine held a large bouquet of lilies in her hand.
This made Lin Yifei happy, "Haha, Catherine, you bought me flowers!"
Catherine immediately showed a "you delusional" expression, "Someone handed it to me, saying that they saw you go to dinner with us every time after the game. I guess we are your friends, so I asked me to pass it to you."
"Huh? I have fans so soon?" Lin Yifei stretched out his arms to embrace the bunch of flowers, without noticing the slight frown between Chris's eyebrows behind him.
There is a small card inside the flower, with a row of very beautiful curly English on it: Your game is great, and I look forward to meeting you on the field one day.
There was no signature, but Lin Yifei was very happy, "Haha, maybe she is a beautiful woman!"
Catherine sighed helplessly: "Look clearly, the other party said that they look forward to meeting you on the field one day. Don't tell me that you are participating in the women's saber competition! The other party is obviously a man."
Sure enough, Lin Yifei showed a broken dream expression.
"What are you going to do later?" Mark asked.
"Ah, my cousin is here as a guest, and I have to stay with him in the afternoon." Catherine showed a slightly apologetic expression.
"It's okay, I have other things to do."
"What's the matter? Go on a date with Chris!" Philip joked heartlessly.
"That's right!" Lin Yifei put his arms around Chris's arm, looking like a small bird, "We're going to the University of Washington!"
"What are you doing there?"
"Don't you know? The fencing team from Cambridge University came to the United States this month. They were supposed to go to New York, but they came to Washington first to have a friendly match with the fencing team from George Washington University!" Lin Yifei said happily, "So How could you not take a look at this rare opportunity!"
"But that should be a ticket printed by the university, do you have it?" Catherine's expression seemed to say, "You don't want to sneak in, do you?"
"Of course I have tickets!" Lin Yifei took his bag from Chris's shoulder, rummaged through and found a small ticket, "Look, there were originally five tickets, but if you don't go, Catherine, you will waste one. "
"Go, why don't you go!" Catherine snatched a ticket. "The fencing team of Cambridge University is world-class. If you don't go, you'd be a fool. But Lin, why do you have a ticket?"