When Lin Yifei came to the arena, Chris was already ready. He was standing at the other end of the preparation line wearing a mask, holding his sword neatly, and saluting gracefully and powerfully.
The two of them took the posture of preparation, and only the sound of their own heartbeat could be heard in the quietness of the fencing hall.
As the referee signaled the start of the match, all of Lin Yifei's troubled thoughts were forgotten.
Only the attack represents the initiative and can score. Lin Yifei stabbed the opponent fiercely. Of course, he knew very well that Chris would be able to dodge him. When the opponent resisted him, he had already thought of a circle to counterattack and stab the opponent's shoulder. If Chris could be stabbed in this way, then it wouldn't be right. Chris was dead, Lin Yifei withdrew his sword and slashed at Chris' arm at the moment the opponent raised his sword to defend. These three swords are intertwined, and it is impossible to guard against.
But Chris not only defended successfully, but also suppressed Lin Yifei's sword suddenly, and slashed over with a small jump.
At that moment, like the god of death who had the power to kill, he attacked Lin Yifei with the sickle like fate.
Lin Yifei, who tried to resist, couldn't catch up with that speed after all, and staggered two steps backward after being hit. This sword made Lin Yifei fully appreciate Chris' aura, which was completely different from what he usually sees as a spectator. At that moment, Lin Yifei thought that his muscles would be cut open, and his blood would splatter. Two seconds later, Lin Yifei woke up. .
The referee signaled the game to continue, and Chris's sword drew a semicircle in the air, splitting time.
Lin Yifei stroked the tip of his sword, and the match between the two continued. Also attacking, Lin Yifei's fencing frequency became faster and faster, seemingly doing whatever he wanted, but Chris couldn't find a chance to counterattack. His sword tip slashed across Chris' hilt, and after an almost knocking action, Chris blocked it again, but no one could see the slight smile on the corner of Lin Yifei's lips, and the sideways sword tip deftly bypassed Chris. Reese's sword stabbed Chris' shoulder between the little gaps.
The audience let out a sigh, and then fell silent again.
That sword seemed dangerous, but Chris knew that Lin Yifei was determined to win.
Every sword after that was unreasonable, they had a compelling aura to each other, and every point they gained came from looking for each other in the gaps.
Catherine and Mark in the auditorium have already clenched their hands. This game is challenging their nerves.
When the last game came, the score between Lin Yifei and Chris was 10 to 11, the gap between the two was not that big.
"I will beat you." When walking towards the preparation line, Chris whispered, only Lin Yifei could hear him.
Smiling lightly, Lin Yifei only felt that this guy's self-confidence was somewhat hateful.
At the beginning of the game, Chris took the initiative to attack. It was the first time that Lin Yifei felt such a presumptuous sword attack, as if it was inevitable for him to avoid it. But Lin Yifei's calmness blocked every strike he made. At this moment, Chris completely occupied the rhythm, and this feeling of being subverted was stronger than when he faced Kevin Phil in the fencing club that day.
But Lin Yifei didn't deliberately try to get back the rhythm, but followed Chris's attack, and gradually slowed down the pace of retreating. When the rhythm of the two was consistent, Lin Yifei started to fight back. And Chris, as if aware of this, turned his wrist flexibly, brushed off Lin Yifei's sword, and stabbed Lin Yifei very riskily. The result of this sword was that the two hit almost at the same time.
The referee signaled them to separate. Lin Yifei returned to the preparation line and shook his leg. He vaguely knew that it was Chris who stabbed him first. Sure enough, two or three seconds later, the referee judged Chris to score. At this moment, Lin Yifei didn't feel depressed, on the contrary, there was a hot feeling that all the blood flowed to the fingertips. Afterwards, both sides were exhausted, and the two scored alternately. Although their minds were concentrated like a thread that would be torn off in a second, Lin Yifei didn't feel any fatigue.
After Chris' slashing and slashing, Lin Yifei looked for an opportunity to counterattack after resisting. There was only the crisp sound of crackling swords touching in the whole field. The closer it was to the end, the more Lin Yifei understood that if he wanted to beat Chris, it was not enough to calculate every step in a regular manner, because Chris could always drift out of his plan. Fencing is not playing chess. It is important to be careful every step of the way, but it is more about how to react instantly when the fatal sword comes.
With the last 30 seconds left in the game, Chris led Lin Yifei by two swords. Under such circumstances, Lin Yifei had to score another point before the game entered overtime.
Lin Yifei seized an opportunity to reverse Chris' fierce attack, stabbing and slashing in an orderly manner. Chris's resistance was very effective, and the two were at a stalemate in terms of rhythm. Lin Yifei turned sideways at a particular point, Chris' slash swept across his arm, but Lin Yifei's sword tip pierced his chest. Almost at the same moment, Chris withdrew his sword, and Lin Yifei's sword was bounced away with a "pop" at a speed that no one's nerves could react to.
And at this moment, the referee announced the end of the game. Lin Yifei took a deep breath and slowly released his mask.
The two shook hands, and Chris's expression was calm, "I said I would beat you."
Lin Yifei lowered his head and smiled, "Can you stop affecting my next match? I must keep my second place."
"At least except me, no one here is your opponent." Chris let go of Lin Yifei, and walked to the sidelines gracefully.
In the auditorium, Reid finally exhaled, "Oh, is this really a competition for middle school students? How thrilling was that scene just now!"
"Well, Lin Yifei's final attack is classic, while Chris's defense is impeccable." This is Kevin's last comment.
"Your cutie lost, don't you need to comfort him?" Rhett shrugged.
"I'm going." Kevin smiled lightly, put his coat on his arm, and left the auditorium.
In the dressing room, Lin Yifei turned on the mineral water and splashed it on his head. Soon, the sound of footsteps in the corridor made his heart suspend again. Chris walked into the dressing room, with a mask in his left hand and a saber in his right hand, standing next to Lin Yifei's wardrobe without saying a word, with his back straight, he opened the wardrobe and began to organize his things.
The water trickled down from Lin Yifei's hair, he lowered his head and waited, maybe Chris would put a towel over his head like last time, and then Lin Yifei would ask him if he would watch his next showdown If they finish second or third, they will have a chance to break that strange stalemate.
But Chris didn't seem to even look at him, picked up his bag and left.
Lin Yifei sighed, packed his things and walked to the door, lowering his head, still thinking about Chris' indifference just now.
"Are you depressed about losing to Chris Osborne?" The melodious voice instantly made Lin Yifei turn around.
"Kevin..." Lin Yifei was a little surprised, "You come...to watch my game?"
"That's right, after this afternoon's game you will be in the top 16 of the country." Kevin walked towards Lin Yifei.
"Ha, I just lost a game just now, you have so much confidence in me right now?" Lin Yifei laughed.
"Yes, does this still need God's permission?" Kevin's smile had a kind of affinity, which made Lin Yifei disperse the trace of depression in his heart. The two talked and laughed and walked outside the gymnasium.
But at this moment, a young man was leaning against the wall at the corner, holding his fingers tightly, and staring straight ahead at nothing. It took him a long time to let go of his fist and close his eyes.
Catherine knew that when Kevin ate with them, the peach blossoms were almost in mid-air. When Kevin asked them what they wanted to eat, there was almost a collective hand up and they said "McDonald's".
Although Kevin didn't eat fast food much, he felt that since he was with a group of children, he followed their wishes. It's just strange that Catherine didn't order a Big Mac, but just a pie and a side of French fries. But Philip insisted on dismantling her, "Catherine! You'll be hungry in the afternoon after eating this little! With your appetite, you need at least two hamburgers!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter Get up, and Catherine's face was completely red, and she gave Philip a hard look, who wants this guy to make a fool of herself in front of her idol!
Lin Yifei felt lost while eating. He's used to holding the hamburger in one hand and resting on Chris with the other.
"What's the matter? Didn't you order something you like?" Kevin lowered his head, looking into Lin Yifei's eyes.
"Ah, no, it's delicious."
Instead, Catherine seemed to think of something, "Lin, did you really quarrel with Chris? The game is over, why didn't he come to eat with you?"
"Yeah..." Mark and Philip also felt a little strange. "Are you mad that he beat you?"
"How is it possible, am I such a stingy person? There is something wrong with his family!" Lin Yifei said jokingly.
At this moment, Chen Manman, outside of McDonald's, rushed in on a bicycle, looked around and finally found Lin Yifei and the others.
"Yifei... Brother Yifei..." Manman was a little nervous.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yifei looked at Manman's face and asked her to relax first.
"Lin... Uncle Lin had a car accident! Mother Lin told you to go to St. Anthony's Hospital immediately!" Chen Manman finally finished speaking in one breath.
"What..." Lin Yifei stood up, and the French fries fell on the floor.
"Go to the hospital quickly!" Mark and Catherine reacted.
"I'll see you off." Kevin got up.