The atmosphere was awkwardly quiet. Lin Yifei kept rubbing his head, not daring to look at the other party.
Chris leaned against the head of the bed as usual, reading a book.
After a long time, Lin Yifei finally opened his mouth and said, "Can I do it differently next time?"
"Are you scared?" Chris still didn't take his eyes off the book.
"...I'm afraid, let's go."
The feeling of being completely controlled terrified him. He was afraid that if Chris went one step further, both of them would be lost.
"But I like it."
Lin Yifei looked at him, only to notice the corners of Chris' lips slightly raised.
A week later, due to the adjustment of the competition system, the individual competition between Chris and Rex was moved to the morning. After the sixteen contestants face off, there will be a seat for the quarterfinals. The school still sent a school bus to pick up and drop off.
There was no Chris in the first four rounds. After he put down his backpack in the locker room, he and Lin Yifei bought soda from the vending machine in the corridor.
"Okay, let me go to the auditorium to watch your game!" Lin Yi raised the Coke in his hand, "Change your protective gear early!"
Chris returned to the locker room, opened the cabinet, put on the protective gear, and put a glove on his right hand, the whole person froze.
He slowly pulled his hand out of the glove, and there was a deep bloodstain on the palm, and the blood seeped out.
With a crisp sound, a blade fell out of the glove.
At this time, Rex walked in just after the game, saw Chris standing there, and snorted softly: "Aren't you going to the game yet? Be careful that you will be disqualified if you are late."
Chris frowned, took the bandage out of the bag with his left hand, bit one end of the bandage with his teeth, and wound it up.
Rex, who was packing his things, turned his head away again. When he saw the slightly bleeding bandage, the cynical smile on his mouth disappeared.
"How did you hurt your hand! It was before the game!" Rex came over and was about to check his wound, but Chris refused.
"Forget it, except for Lin, the others are like germs in front of you, do you want me to call him?" Rex made a gesture to turn around, but was caught by Chris.
"you dare!"
"Why didn't I dare?" Rex showed a funny expression, and when he turned around, he kicked the blade on the ground with his toe.
"He still has a game in the afternoon, do you want him to be distracted!"
"Wait," Rex narrowed his eyes, "did someone pick your door lock on purpose and put a blade in your glove?"
Chris just kept a cold face and didn't answer.
"You really are..." Rex sighed, and roughly pulled off the bandage, "If you don't want Lin to come over, let me tie it up for you!"
Not knowing if it was intentional, Rex tightened his grip so hard that Chris frowned.
"With your personality, it is impossible to give up this game. Of course, if you abstain, I will find the game boring." Rex continued to pack his sports bag, and after thinking of something, he said, "You don't Gloves on forever, maybe? Lin will know for sure before the afternoon team game. So there's no point in hiding it from him."
Chris didn't speak.
"Wait a minute, when you were not in the locker room just now, it seems that a tall guy has been wandering around your locker." Rex glanced at him, "Think about it, you won't provoke similar people, right?"
Chris walked out with the saber in hand, his footsteps were steady and his posture was upright, without any injury to his palm.
Rex then left the locker room and returned to the auditorium.
Pan gave him a high five, "Congratulations, you've entered the quarterfinals."
"This is a matter of course." Rex sat down with a smile, and Lin Yifei happened to be sitting next to him.
"Lin, do you think Chris will win?"
"Of course I will win." Lin Yifei glanced at Rex, as if asking 'what's in your head'
"Oh, then I look forward to it."
Seeing Chris and his opponent standing at both ends of the preparation line, Lin Yifei raised his eyebrows.
"Huh? Chris's opponent is that guy?"
"What? You know him?" Rex's interest was piqued.
"... When I participated in the middle school league competition before, I had a little trouble. But this guy is far from Chris's level, so there is nothing to worry about." Lin Yifei laughed, and Catherine beside him also said it was right.
The first sword after the referee announced the start, the big man struck out first.
Chris easily defended and counterattacked, and his momentum was domineering, and his feet were retractable. It took only six seconds from the big man's attack to Chris' first sword strike.
Lin Yifei looked at Rex proudly: "You see, right?"
There was a smile on the corner of Rex's lips, and he propped his head to relax.
Chris's attack was a little impatient, and he slashed very hard.
The big man was embarrassed to deal with it, which was what Lin Yifei expected. Chris makes another chop, targeting the top of the big man's head. Lin Yifei knew that it was a feint, and Chris' real target should be the opponent's arm.
Sure enough, the big man crossed his sword and tried to resist, Chris directly changed his sword posture and slashed at the big man's arm.
At the moment when the lights came on, Chris' sword almost fell to the ground.
"Oh—" Rex raised his voice and looked at Lin Yifei.
"what happened?"
How did Chris' sword fall
Lin Yifei looked at Rex, lowered his voice and asked, "What do you know? Tell me quickly!"
"I know, but it's better for you to ask Chris." Rex raised his eyebrows, and his appearance was really embarrassing.
The match was still going on, and the falling sword just now made Chris even more angry. Although the big man was shocked, he did not give up and continue to resist, and even deliberately increased the strength of his counterattack.
Lin Yifei narrowed his eyes, and asked Rex coldly, "Did his hand hurt?"
Rex touched his chin and said, "You two really understand each other?"
"How did you get injured?" Lin Yifei stared at the field, squeezing his own question through his teeth.
"Your tone is more and more like Chris now."
At the end of the second round, rest for one minute.
Sitting on the chair, Chris raised his head, and unexpectedly saw Lin Yifei in the auditorium. Although it was a little far away, he could see the worry on Lin Yifei's face.
At the beginning of the final game, Chris' sword tip made a semicircle in the air. These last three minutes have almost become Chris's personal show. The anger from the previous two rounds has faded away, and now he has calmed down. The flamboyance between raising the sword and swinging it down, and the ruthlessness when stabbing, make people think that there is no injury on his palm at all.
When he slashed on the opponent's mask with his last sword, it brought the last game to an end.
15 to 9, won by a big score.
Chris took off his mask and looked at the other party indifferently.
"It's really ugly. With such despicable means, it still failed miserably in the end." Rex said with a little contempt.
When Chris left the field, Lin Yifei couldn't wait to get out of the auditorium and rush to the locker room.
He came to the door and watched Chris slowly take off his gloves facing the wardrobe.
"Chris!" Lin Yifei walked in quickly.
"You found out."
"How could it be impossible for me not to find out?"
If there is no wound in the hand, what can make you drop the sword
Lin Yifei pulled his palm to his eyes, watching the dark red liquid seep out of the white bandage. Carefully unwrapping it and falling to the ground one after another, Lin Yifei took a deep breath.
"Did you make a mistake! The wound is so deep, why don't you ask a doctor to treat it!"
"It's not that serious." Chris tapped the tip of Lin Yifei's nose with his other unproblematic hand, "I want you to concentrate on the game this afternoon. If you do, I'll go see a doctor."
"If I can't do it, why don't you stop watching?" Lin Yifei's voice rose, filled with anger.
"Can't you do it?" Chris' mouth sank slightly, and he raised his palm, "Can you bandage me up first?"
Lin Yifei saw that he suddenly lost his breath, and carefully bandaged him.
At this time, the big man walked in.
Lin Yifei gave him a hard look.
The big man was packing up his things without saying a word. Seeing his expression, he seemed to want to say something but held back all the time. The moment he closed the cabinet door, he finally spoke.
"It wasn't me who put the blade in Chris Osborne's glove."
Lin Yifei snorted coldly, if it wasn't for you, how would you know that Chris' palm was cut by a blade, and how would you know that the blade was in a glove
"While I was in the locker room, Liden from Merlin High came in. I heard people from our school say that Liden was good at prying closets and putting the blade in the opponent's glove. So I was curious about Liden I turned around in the place, afraid that he would get my teammate's idea, but I think Chris's position should not have anything from my teammate, so I didn't say anything. Because it's just a legend, it may not be that Liden will really let it go. blade."
The big man walked out after finishing speaking.
Lin Yifei frowned, "But in today's individual competition, Chris, your opponent is not Liden!"
"But the opponent in the team competition is Merlin High School." Chris frowned, and knocked on Lin Yifei's cabinet door, "Open the cabinet!"
Lin Yifei opened the cabinet, Chris took out his glove, and shook it desperately, and sure enough, a blade fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Why... how could this happen?" Lin Yifei was stunned. He knew that some people would do anything to win, but this was the first time he had seen such a thing.
"Tell Pan and Rex, come back and check your gloves."
After Pan heard the news, he was a little surprised. After all, including this time, he had participated in the high school fencing league three times, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.
"Should we tell the organizing committee?" Pan had a headache.
"Tell the organizing committee? What will be used as evidence? Whose fingerprints are on the blade, or should we investigate all those who did not participate in the competition? The competition is almost here, and it is meaningless to tell the organizing committee now." Lei Kex was very optimistic. Fortunately, his game was before Chris, and he had already changed his protective gear and went out. Otherwise, his palm might be the same as Chris now.