Reed was stunned for two seconds outside the field, and looked up at Kevin who squinted his eyes, "Hey, when did you teach him? Isn't this series of attacks your unique skill?"
"I didn't teach him, he should have learned it by himself watching the video."
"..." Rhett was silent, and it took a long time before he continued, "I suddenly have a sense of crisis. Such a child can take ten points in our hands. How terrible will he be when he reaches our age?"
Kevin stretched out his hand to hold Reid's shoulder, "It should be said that I look forward to him growing up quickly and making waves in the sword world. We don't need the game to become stagnant, but look forward to more surprises, don't we?"
At this moment, Lin Yifei turned sideways and slammed on Michelle's side in a very dangerous way, and then fell down.
That sword scored a point, Lin Yifei got up staggeringly, and took a breath.
Michelle held the sword, still maintaining the posture when he was hit, and it took two or three seconds for him to react from the aftertaste of the sword.
In this match, Michel was still the winner, but the score was exactly as Kevin had expected, the gap did not exceed five points.
"Good job." Michel reached out and patted Lin Yifei's shoulder, "After participating in this Junior Championship, apply to the Sword Federation for a ranking competition."
"Thanks."
Michele affirmed his ability.
The other party took off the mask and snorted softly.
"Don't be too complacent, kid. If we really meet at the World Championships one day, I will make you look good."
Michelle tidied up her blond hair, went to the sidelines and kicked Red, who shrugged and moved aside.
Kevin stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar of his shirt, and looked at his watch with a smile.
"It's my turn next."
"Are you coming too?" Lin Yifei exhaled.
"What? Can't you parry?" Kevin turned around lightly, "I'm going to change the protective gear, and I will give you ten minutes to rest."
Lin Yifei shook his head helplessly, he finally understood what Kevin meant by "wheel battle".
"Come on! Let me relax!" Reid immediately came over and squeezed Lin Yifei's shoulders.
"I'll buy you another can of Coke!" Michelle also got up.
"You... why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?" Lin Yifei was flattered.
"I don't care! Even against Kevin, you have to score at least ten points!"
"Or isn't it just admitting that the two of us are worse than him?"
These two young famous players in the fencing world forced Lin Yifei like a child, it was really dumbfounding.
But Kevin's kingly demeanor still completely convinced Lin Yifei. For the first time he felt completely controlled and overwhelmed.
15 to 8, the loss was a bit miserable, but Lin Yifei felt that he had gained a lot from Kevin.
"Ha, Kevin, you are so despicable. With Michelle and I weakening Lin's physical strength, of course you can easily win against him again!"
"Kevin, you are bullying children."
Reid and Michelle sang together and defended Lin Yifei.
"I didn't treat him like a child." Kevin nodded and looked at Lin Yifei, with complex and deep meanings in that smile.
"Then what do you think of him?" Rhett said knowingly.
"Opponent." There was an inexplicable weight between Kevin's lips and teeth.
Sweaty from practice, a few people grabbed towels and went to shower in the bathroom of the club.
The bathrooms in the club are all partitioned and well protected.
Several people continued to chat through the door panel. Lin Yifei was made to laugh several times by Rhett.
After the shower, Lin Yifei realized a major event, that is, he forgot to bring a change of clothes.
Rhett and the others had already changed their clothes and came out, and Kevin knocked on Lin Yifei's door wearing a bath towel.
"Lin, how long are you going to rush, why don't you come out?"
"...Kevin, can I trouble you with one thing... bring me my clothes and towels?" Lin Yifei pushed the key out through the crack of the door.
Rhett and Michelle laughed.
"It's okay, just come out like this! Just let us see if you have any muscles on your body." Reid said heartlessly.
Michelle laughed for a while, but still bumped into Rhett, "Okay, I heard that oriental people are more traditional. Kevin, help him get his clothes."
Kevin squatted down, reached out and took the key from the crack in the door. Lin Yifei pushed the key out with his index and middle fingers.
His fingers are beautiful, round and strong.
"I'll be back in a minute."
Go to the locker room and open his closet. The protective gear was folded casually and put in the bag, it can be seen that Lin Yifei is usually a casual person.
After finding the towels and clean clothes in the bag, Kevin wanted to close the cabinet door, but saw something with a slight metallic luster inside the bag. He pulled it out.
It was a ring with the brand's name engraved on the inside.
Kevin knew that this ring was expensive, and Lin Yifei must not have bought it by himself. There is only one person who will give him a ring.
These days when he came to Washington, Kevin knew that Chris had transferred to New York, but the specific reason was unknown. But he knew that Lin Yifei was heartbroken. He always has to exhaust himself, maybe for the simple reason that he just wants to forget Chris, even for a moment.
Back in the bathroom, Kevin knocked on the door of Lin Yifei's bathroom.
The opponent opened a slit, and Kevin could still see half of his body outline.
It is a slightly youthful body curve, implying strength, smooth and full of tension, and is becoming mature.
"Hey, thanks."
The bathroom door closed again, and Kevin suddenly felt a little regretful.
He leaned against the door, and suddenly there was an imagination in his mind that he shouldn't have. His thoughts seemed to become the air at the other end of the door, lightly touching Lin Yifei's elastic skin, brushing across his lips, and opening the gap between his lips.
When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.
Two weeks passed quickly. In the past two weeks, Reid and Michelle have become addicted to the duel with Lin Yifei. Even Rex, who came to be a sparring partner, was left out.
But Lin Yifei was very grateful to them, because of this exhaustion, he could finally ignore the pain Chris left brought him.
And Kevin and the others were about to return to training. That afternoon, after saying goodbye to Reed and Michelle, Kevin took Lin Yifei to meet someone.
Their car drove to an apartment, and this area belongs to the wealthy area.
"Who are we going to meet today?" Lin Yifei asked curiously.
Kevin closed the car door and smiled enigmatically.
"If you want to be a professional athlete one day, of course you have to have a gold medal coach."
"Huh? You helped me contact the coach?" Lin Yifei was both happy and worried. He was happy because the coach Kevin found for him was absolutely high-level, but he was worried because personal trainers were often expensive, and Lin Yifei might not be able to afford them.
Kevin rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door for a long time.
"Is he not here?" Lin Yifei asked.
"How could he not be here? That guy doesn't want to see him now." Kevin turned to ring the doorbell on the first floor, "Sorry ma'am, because Mr. Chelsea upstairs doesn't open the door again, I have an appointment today Do psychological counseling for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.
It seems that Chelsea is famous in some way.
Just a coach in need of counseling? Lin Yifei felt a little uneasy.
However, Kevin's decision made Lin Yifei trust him involuntarily.
The two entered the elevator and came to the door of the apartment where Chelsea lived. The door was ajar, but there was no lock.
Kevin pushed the door with his fingers, and then there was the sound of ping-pong-pong glass bottles falling to the ground. There was no light in the room and even the curtains were extremely thick.
"Chelsea, I'm coming in."
There was a strong smell of alcohol, Lin Yifei subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his nose.
The whole space is dark, except for the sunlight that outlines a figure through the curtains.
The man was leaning against the window, smoking a cigarette.
I couldn't see his appearance clearly under the backlight, only the sparks of the cigarette were twinkling. There was a kind of power brewing in the opponent's body, as if it was going to break through the line of sight and burst out.
But in fact, he just sat there quietly.
"Alvin? Chelsea." Kevin stopped, and Lin Yifei behind him almost hit his back.
The smoke ring rose slowly in the silence, "That's my name."
There is a faint hint of uninhibitedness in the laziness.
"I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Kevin's voice was gentle and refined, but there was a hint of respect in it.
Of course Lin Yifei had heard of the name Alvin Chelsea. He was the king of the past, an Italian who had won three world championships and two Olympic champions. He became famous at the age of eighteen but retired due to injury at the golden age of twenty-eight. Later lived in the United States.
With a sneer, Chelsea touched the cigarette with her finger, raised her head unhurriedly, the lines of her chin and neck were sharp and flamboyant, "Many people once asked me to do them a favor, but I refused .Are you sure you want me to help you?"
"Be the coach of this kid behind me." Kevin said unhurriedly, as if Chelsea's ridicule didn't catch his ears.
With a sneer, Chelsea touched the cigarette with her finger, raised her head unhurriedly, the lines of her chin and neck were sharp and flamboyant, "Many people once asked me to do them a favor, but I refused .Are you sure you want me to help you?"
"I'm sure." Kevin pulled Lin Yifei's wrist and took two steps forward. As his vision adapted to the darkness, Lin Yifei gradually saw the person in front of him clearly.
He was dressed casually, with a half-sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and even the stubble on his chin did not give people a sloppy look, but instead gave the 33-year-old Chelsea a mature taste that belonged to his age, "Not to say With a world champion as his coach, he can become a world champion."
"I know." Kevin still maintained his demeanor.
Chelsea frowned, "He can't afford me to be a coach."
"And you're not going to be anybody's coach for money."
"Such compliments don't impress me." Chelsea staggered and stood up, and Lin Yifei smelled the alcohol on his body, "Come on, play with me. The world champion Kevin Phil personally invited me to be you Coach, let me weigh your level. Foil, epee or saber?"
"Saber." Lin Yifei answered.
The opponent blew a whistle when he walked past Lin Yifei, "Saber requires a wide range of movements, fast attack speed, and high requirements in all aspects. Are you sure you want to compare this with me?"
"I'm sure." Lin Yifei frowned. With such a lifestyle, he probably hasn't touched a sword for a long time. Even if it is a world-renowned master, how many levels can be left now
"Okay, if you can take one point from me, I'll teach you." He only left Lin Yifei shaking his back.
The fingers were clenched unnaturally, and the bones rattled due to the force.
Alvin? Chelsea looked down on himself, and there was nothing to be angry about. He was the number one seed in Saber, and the whole world was ignored by him.
But today, five years after retiring due to injury, a drunk Alvin Chelsea is still arrogant.
"Do you want some coffee to sober up?" Lin Yifei asked in a low voice.
"No, I'm afraid I'm awake, you won't even have a chance to take a point from me." His voice was still lazy, but Lin Yifei was already irritated.
Kevin turned on the light in the living room, Chelsea stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and his blurred eyes gradually came into focus. The whole living room was extremely messy, with garbage and wine bottles everywhere.
"Oh my god, I remember a servant came to help you tidy up every day. Although you paid her, you can't exploit other people's labor like this?" Kevin jokingly removed all the wine bottles and moved out of the game open space.
Lin Yifei put down his backpack and put on his protective gear.
"Aren't you wearing it?"
"Why would I wear that?" Chelsea sneered, "It just slows down your movements and blocks your vision. Boy, don't pick up a sword if you don't have the determination that no one can stab you with a sword. "
Lin Yifei frowned, and saluted with his sword in hand. Although Kevin didn't have the slightest respect for himself, he still respected his opponent, "Then try to see if I really can't stab you."
"Really?" Chelsea's voice just fell, but his sword stabbed over in an instant.
All the nerves were tense in an instant, the beating of the heart was frozen, and Lin Yifei turned his body sideways in the gap of one tenth of a second.
"That's right—" Chelsea smiled, and it was impossible to tell whether it was admiration or ridicule in her voice, and the second sword struck immediately.
Lin Yifei managed to dodge, but he didn't expect the opponent to hit him with a big stride, staggered two steps, and almost fell to the ground.
"Boy." Chelsea raised her chin and stroked the blade with her fingers, "The warm-up is over, are you ready to die?"
Although Chelsea and Kevin have completely different personalities in dealing with people, when they pick up their swords, they have a very similar aura—as if they want to kill their opponents.
In the next few seconds, his heart was almost pinched tightly, his breath was suppressed in the chest cavity and could not be released, and even his limbs seemed to be bound until the sword struck his shoulder.
"Boy, do you still need to continue?" Chelsea burped.
"Of course." Lin Yifei stretched out his hand and fiddled with the sword in his hand, assuming a posture of preparation.
The moment Kevin signaled to start, he pedaled out, crossed steps and switched sides to attack. The slashed sword pushed away from Chelsea and fell on his shoulder.
Although this sword is not as aggressive as Chelsea's, it is smooth and flowing in one go.
"I already got one point." Lin Yifei said coldly.
Chelsea stood there, her body still shaking a little, but her eyes stayed on Lin Yifei's face.
"Hey kid, what's your name."
"Lin Yifei."
Chelsea looked back at Kevin and grinned, "Kevin, isn't it lonely to stand on the top? So you are so desperate to train your opponent?"
That sentence was said in Italian, Lin Yifei couldn't understand it.
"I'm just fascinated by his posture in fencing." Kevin also responded in Italian.
"So besides this kid hitting me, what else can attract me to teach him wholeheartedly?" Chelsea shrugged, leaned back against the wall, and picked up a half-drunk bottle of red wine.
Kevin closed his eyes, a perfect smile on his lips.
"Many people can only look up to the height you have reached. But I know you will not be satisfied, you want to go higher and further, and now you have fallen. But this child will help you get where you want to go place." Kevin walked in front of Chelsea, knelt down on one knee, and looked straight into Chelsea's fascinated eyes, "He will defeat me, defeat those juniors who are taller and farther than you can see, don't you want to see it?"
The whole space fell silent. Two seconds later, Chelsea lazily raised his arms, "Okay, I'll teach him."
The next half month will be the running-in period between Lin Yifei and Chelsea.
The place where they practice fencing is the private fencing room that Kevin rents at the club.
Soon, Lin Yifei understood that Chelsea's preaching to him was not a great favor, on the contrary, it was the beginning of another torture.
"I've never seen a guy who moves as slowly as you. Are you a Brazilian tortoise? Brazilian tortoises are faster than you."
"Who taught you that you must use cross steps at this time. Another child ruined by dogmatism."
"Oh, God, you are still thinking about pressing your sword to fight back at this moment. I really don't know if you underestimated me or overestimated yourself."
Every training session with Chelsea is the most difficult time for Lin Yifei.
Chelsea is like a mountain that cannot be surpassed. Facing him, Lin Yifei has the illusion of being crushed.
Despite being exhausted, Lin Yifei never showed up late or looked tired when he was being coached by Chelsea.
Until one day a week later, Kevin came to the fencing club to see them after training.
"Hey, let's see if this kid has improved." Chelsea pointed his sword at Kevin.
"Okay, let me try." Kevin methodically took off his coat and put on the protective gear.
This is not a regular game, Kevin's role is more inclined to sparring.
The moment Kevin's sword struck his mask with overwhelming momentum, Lin Yifei knew... that was the sharpness of a fencer, and a different aura from the game.
"How many times have I told you! Don't think about how to defend and how to fight back! That's what you imagine in your mind before you face your opponent! It's not going to be used in a duel! Wait until you figure out how to dodge When Kevin's sword stabs him again, the game is over!" Chelsea roared outside the field, without the patience of a fencer at all.
Lin Yifei let out a sigh of relief. This was contrary to what his coaches said before his rebirth. They always told him to think well, be cautious, and strive for victory with prudence.
"The field is the field, it's not a textbook." Kevin agreed with Chelsea on this point, and he raised the sword in his hand, meaning to ask Lin Zhao to come again.
Compared with those technical moves, what Chelsea wants to subvert is Lin Yifei's thinking when holding the sword. He wants him to be himself and abandon the dogma, which is completely different from those so-called when to "shift the counterattack" or "return the counterattack".
But with such a change, Lin Yifei suddenly felt that fencing had become a willful and extremely refreshing sport.
When Lin Yifei deflected Kevin's attack with a sword and stabbed him in the chest, time stopped abruptly.
The entire fencing room was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard.
Suddenly, there was applause.
"Boy...how should I describe this sword of yours?" Chelsea smiled, the slight creases at the corners of his eyes had a profound charm, "One small step for the moon, one giant leap for mankind?"
Lin Yifei let out a long breath. If he said that Kevin Phil was a mountain, then he finally climbed the first rock.
"Is victory important to you? It made you endure my taunts? I heard that Chinese people have strong self-esteem." Chelsea came over, took the sword from Lin Yifei's hand, and gently touched the tip of the sword.
Lin Yifei didn't answer him, just sat down facing each other, lowered his head, "Maybe, I just want to win against someone."
"Is that person very powerful?" Chelsea asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, very powerful."
"Is it better than Kevin?" Chelsea pointed to Kevin behind him.
"Not now, but I will definitely be better than him in the future." Lin Yifei looked up at Kevin with a firmness that ordinary people could not understand.
A few minutes later, Lin Yifei stood up holding the sword, "Let's continue!"
"I don't want to. I'm tired. I want a beer." Chelsea lay directly on the ground, closing her eyes and looking sleepy.
"Stop making trouble." Lin Yifei was a little amused, and then looked at Kevin who was not far away, hoping that he would say a few words.
But Kevin shook his head. He knew Chelsea very well and knew that no one could persuade this guy if he was stubborn.
"I have been your sparring partner for almost a week, and now I just want to drink a few cans of beer." Someone said that Chelsea's life since retiring has been soaked in alcohol, and this life has been for five full years. Even so, he still has such courage in the confrontation with Lin Yifei, so how capable was he before his shoulder was injured
"Alcohol is not good for your health," Kevin said.
"Young man, you speak like my grandmother."
"I'm going to start training in one week, and there will be qualifying matches in the team. I don't want to waste time."
"Some are meant to be, kid. Like my shoulder hurts. Like when you don't have a good coach and get Kevin's favor and only find me a drunk. Sometimes we struggle and we don't get result."
"What I want is not the result, I just want it." Lin Zhao looked at the other party, thinking about what kind of setback would make Alvin Chelsea, the world's number one seed, say something like "destined".