Chris didn't answer him, just took the camera and continued to look at the photos.
In the photo, Lin Yifei smiled brightly.
Both of them went to bed early that night, because tomorrow was the most important day for them to come to London, the final of the World Championship Saber.
The venue was in the Olympic Park National Convention Center, and Lin Yifei and Chris found their seats half an hour before the start of the match. Mr. Osborne was very thoughtful, and booked the seat closest to the game. Apart from the media, I am afraid that the two of them have the best view of the game.
George was ready to take the camera, but fortunately with him, Lin Yifei and Chris could concentrate on watching the battle.
Kevin Fell is known as a gentleman of British fencing, but after Lin Yifei knew about this match, he was called "the glory of British fencing".
He walked out wearing protective gear, his steps were graceful and calm, and he took his time. The media has already started snapping pictures.
With a slight sideways glance, he saw Lin Yifei. The game has not yet officially started, and Kevin still has a few minutes of freedom. He walked up to Lin Yifei and Chris, and smiled.
"I didn't expect the two of you to be so close." Kevin reached out and fiddled with the tip of his sword, "I have to perform extraordinarily, otherwise I will be looked down upon by the two of you."
"You have made us look up to you." Lin Yifei laughed.
Kevin tapped Lin Yifei's nose with his finger: "Keep your eyes open to see this game clearly. There is no sun that never sets in fencing. I want to pull this guy off the throne today."
Lin Yifei touched his nose and looked at Kevin's back.
"Really confident."
Chris raised an eyebrow.
Kevin's opponent also came out. Marcel is a German. His fencing style is also known for its German rigor, but his attacks are extremely fast and powerful. He was the champion of men's saber in the last Olympic Games, and has won two world championships and one runner-up.
This time, the old and the new collide, and many media are predicting the result, but no one can say who has more advantages between Kevin and Marcel.
Kevin held the sword and saluted very gracefully, until when he posed on the preparation line, the cold and murderous aura suddenly appeared.
The moment the referee signaled to start, Kevin blocked the opponent's sword and stabbed in the past. Marcel just took a step back, turned defense into offense, and forced Kevin in turn. These few strikes were very fast, and Lin Yifei had to concentrate very hard to judge the moment when the attack and defense alternated.
Finally, at a certain moment, Marcel blocked Kevin's slash, his footsteps changed rapidly, and he stabbed Kevin's shoulder forward.
The first sword took nearly half a minute, and it would definitely be a tough fight between the two.
Lin Yifei knew that Marcel's sword win was also very dangerous. If Kevin dodged sideways and used a circle to fight back, Marcel would be very dangerous.
It seems that Marcel is also ready to take risks in order to win the rising star Kevin.
Lin Yifei didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of missing some wonderful moment.
However, Kevin still took the initiative to attack, but one action did not deceive Marcel, but was taken back by the other party.
This made Lin Yifei tense, he stretched his neck and clenched his fingers.
But Kevin was still calm, and kept pushing and pulling to interfere with the opponent's attack. Suddenly, a fencing line changed, and the tip of the sword brushed the opponent's hilt and slashed on the opponent's forearm. The dexterity of that sword combined too many techniques and tactics, Lin Yifei opened his mouth slightly, feeling like an eye-opener.
The scores of the matches alternated, and like the commentary at the beginning, it was difficult to predict who would win or lose before the game was over.
At the end of the first game, the score was 5-6, and Kevin was temporarily behind by one point.
Lin Yifei finally let out the breath that was pent up in his heart, and his palms were sweating a little.
"Kevin Phil will win this game." Chris' words surprised Lin Yifei.
"I can't even see who will win, how did you see it?"
"Kevin was testing Marcel. He used many methods to test Marcel's various reactions. It was a smart and risky approach."
Lin Yifei was slightly surprised by what Chris said.
Looking at Kevin again, he was still wearing a mask, leaning his head on the seat, Lin Yifei could imagine that his eyes were closed, maybe he was simulating his confrontation with Marcel in his mind.
A minute passed quickly, and the auditorium, which had been discussing in low voices, was once again dead silent.
At the beginning of the game, Kevin suddenly attacked like a storm, and the audience's eyes could not keep up with the reflection of the blade.
Marcel retreated to defend, judging Kevin's feint, and gradually Marcel was mastering the rhythm, causing Kevin to make a mistake that should not have been avoided, that is, the transfer action was too large. But when Marcel stabbed his opponent fiercely, Kevin slashed his shoulder sideways. It turned out that the transfer action was Kevin's real fake action.
Lin Yifei blinked, and the referee announced the score.
In this round, Kevin's advantage became obvious, but it was still thrilling. If the audience could applaud, I'm afraid Kevin would have been overwhelmed by the applause long ago.
At the end it was 11-9 with Kevin slightly in the lead. He methodically walked back to his place, sitting there meditating again.
"Maybe what you said is true, Kevin used a game to test Marcel." Lin Yifei chuckled, "Only this guy dares to do that in an international competition."
"Are you nervous about that guy?"
Chris gently opened Lin Yifei's clenched fist, his palm was covered with sweat.
"Correction, I'm not nervous about that guy, it's the game that made me nervous."
And the decisive round is about to be staged. In this rapidly changing field, no one can dominate forever. And the replacement of old and new is inevitable.
Marcel is under a powerful shadow, he feels the pressure of the times, and he is drowned like a wave. But he won't just go with the flow.
The 31-year-old veteran stood in front of the preparation line again, and he wanted to return the pressure to the young man in front of him.
Marcel's active attack seems to be without thinking. Only people like Lin Yifei who have already experienced international competitions can see that Marcel's judgment on Kevin is based on his many years of competitions. The person who has played countless games, his brain adapts faster than the computer. His fake moves are realistic and unpredictable, as if responding to Kevin's performance in the last game, telling him who is the real master.
Soon, the score was chased to 12 to 12.
If Kevin continues to be suppressed by Marcel, the game may be decided.
Lin Yifei chased after Kevin's figure, but the opponent remained calm, moved his shoulders, and moved the tip of his sword.
Marcel attacked again, Kevin kept defending, but Lin Yifei observed his footwork, this guy has been lurking in search of opportunities to regain the right to attack. And he finally got his chance. When Marcel suddenly accelerated his thrusts, Kevin changed his line with a hack, and before Marcel could stop his momentum, he started a round of counterattacks with changing rhythms. An exquisite fake move failed to fool Marcel, but Kevin's next sword slashed heavily on Marcel's arm. For Kevin, there are no absolute feints.
Lin Yifei applauded in his heart, it's really great to be able to watch this game in person.
After that, Kevin suppressed Marcel like a godsend. From 13 to 12 to 14 to 12, there were so many climaxes that the audience couldn't bear to blink.
There is one last sword left.
Marcel raised his head and took a long breath. Lin Yifei looked at Kevin's back, he had a feeling that this guy had already started to welcome the victory.
Sure enough, he had two feints within five or six seconds. Although both were seen through by Marcel, Kevin's offensive momentum remained undiminished.
Marcel kept looking for opportunities to regain the offensive power, but Kevin's tight water made him helpless.
The audience raised their hearts, and Lin Yifei also lay on the railing in the front row. Kevin slashed at Marcel's shoulder with a sword, but was blocked by the opponent, and then followed by a stab, Marcel dodged, and then came A sword slashed at his arm, Marcel resisted it and was about to fight back, Kevin made a stab so beautiful that it made people's eyes freeze, Marcel stood there for a long time without reacting.
The tip of the sword pierced his chest very penetratingly.
The lights come on and the referee decides to score.
After two seconds of silence, the fencing hall burst into applause.
Lin Yifei also applauded desperately.
Kevin took off his mask and bowed very gentlemanly to the audience present. Lin Yifei made a bet that the flowers he received in a while must be packed in a truck.
Then the two athletes shook hands and hugged. Marcel patted him on the back meaningfully.
All of a sudden, the shutter sounded continuously, and many reporters were already waiting for interviews. It is not the first time that the UK has held a fencing championship, but as the host, Kevin is the first male athlete to win the saber championship, which is undoubtedly the pride of the British.
Kevin slowly walked up to Lin Yifei, ignored the attention of the media, and asked with a light smile, "Hey, how am I doing?"
"Excellent!" Lin Yifei couldn't find any other description.
Kevin's expression was still calm, it seemed that this world championship title did not make him ecstatic. He glanced jokingly at Chris at the side, and asked in a half-joking tone, "Na Lin, are you looking at me all the time without even daring to blink?"
"Of course!" Lin Yifei replied without thinking.
"Oh—then I guess your little boyfriend is going to be jealous of me." Kevin turned and left.
Lin Yifei looked at Chris, only to realize that his face seemed to be covered with ice.
"Hey," Lin Yifei elbowed him, "What's wrong with you?"
"fine."
After watching the awards ceremony, when Lin Yifei and Chris were about to leave, a staff member handed a card to Lin Yifei.
"Are you Lin?"
"Ah, I am."