"And all I'm thinking about right now is beer."
Lin Yifei has already experienced this guy's stubbornness. After thinking about it, I haven't seen him drink alcohol except for the few days when he taught himself.
"What brand of beer do you drink?"
"Bull." The cheapest cheap civilian beer.
"How much to drink?"
"How much can you and Kevin get?" Chelsea's fingers tapped the floor like some kind of drumbeat, and even time jumped.
"Drink you to death." Lin Yifei put down his mask and sword, and walked out. Kevin followed behind him amusedly.
They actually went two blocks outside the fencing gym and brought back two boxes of bulls, and Kevin bought a can of Coke.
"You're not an adult yet, are you? The Coke is yours."
When they returned to the fencing room, Chelsea was still lying on the ground, seemingly asleep.
"Get up! Your beer is here, drink it up!" Lin Yifei said angrily.
"Why not ice?" Chelsea turned lazily.
"Then you can buy it yourself."
"Are you always this disrespectful to the coach?"
The sound of beer being opened was particularly loud in this quiet space.
"Drink with me. Just treat it as the tuition I taught you for so long." Chelsea handed over the half-can of beer he had drunk.
Lin Yifei pushed his hand away angrily, "I'm sorry, I'm not old enough to drink."
"An age where you can't drink?" Chelsea sneered, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Kevin, teasingly said, "He's old enough to have sex, but can't drink?"
"Let him go." Kevin handed the Coke to Lin Yifei, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of doting.
Lin Yifei got the Coke and drank it down in one gulp. Perhaps the exercise just now was tiring, but the carbonated drinks are really refreshing.
The three of them never spoke again, only to see the beer cans piled up like a mountain.
The smell of alcohol lingers in the air. Chelsea staggered and stood up, "I'm going back, you guys clean up here..."
"Ah? Don't we need to see you off?" Lin Yifei was a little worried.
"No need." Chelsea waved his hand, "This little alcohol is not enough to make me confused, run red lights or get run over by a car."
During these days of getting along, Lin Yifei knew that if he insisted on sending him back, he might lose his temper, so he resigned himself to packing the beer cans with Kevin.
Turning his head sideways, Lin Yifei could see Kevin's handsome face. I don't know if it's because he drank too much beer, his cheeks flushed a little, and his soft and elegant eyelashes fluttered slightly when he breathed.
Lin Yifei turned his face away, it seemed that it was not good for him to stare at the same sex all the time.
But Kevin chuckled and asked, "Why don't you continue watching?"
Lin Yifei paused, and replied carelessly: "I'm sorry to continue watching."
Kevin suddenly stopped what he was doing, and stretched out his hand to grab Lin Yifei's collar. Lin Yifei, who couldn't react in time, crashed into Kevin's arms.
"I'll let you look at me now, look at me well."
Kevin's voice was very soft, as if he was coaxing the child, or some kind of temptation.
Lin Yifei put his hands on the ground, and Kevin hugged his waist, and the firmness was between Kevin's legs. As if bewitched, Lin Yifei looked into Kevin's eyes, those gentle brows and eyes were actually bottomless, dragging Lin Yifei's sight.
When he realized it, Kevin had already turned his head and kissed his lips.
The tip of his tongue licked Lin Yifei's lips, and then sucked hard. It was an adult's kiss, full of irresistible strength, licking and stirring.
Turning sideways, Lin Yifei's head was supported and pressed down on the ground, Kevin kissed him ecstatically, without any hint of rudeness or coercion, but easily controlled Lin Yifei.
"Um... um..."
Pushing hard, the opponent's strength and weight made Lin Yifei almost out of breath. Kevin's palm reached into Lin Yifei's T-shirt, stroking as if he had been looking forward to touching his body for centuries. He left Lin Yifei's lips, and kissed his chin and every inch of skin around his neck with an eager desire.
That calm demeanor has long since left, and his kiss was even restless.
Lin Yifei finally regained his composure.
"Kevin! Kevin! Let me go! What's wrong with you!"
When Kevin kissed the ring around Lin Yifei's neck, it was so cold that it hurt, which made him wake up suddenly, he let go of Lin Yifei, and sat aside panting.
"I'm sorry." Kevin stretched out his hands to cover his eyes in some embarrassment.
Lin Yifei was indeed frightened, what did that gentle and polite Kevin do to him just now
"I'm a little drunk." Kevin got up shaking and went to the bathroom to scoop up water to soak his face.
Lin Yifei slowly got up and organized his thoughts. Kevin Phil, this proud son of heaven seemed to have the answer to all his care and tenderness in an instant.
Chris once said that Kevin Phil liked himself, but Lin Yifei took it as a joke.
But now
Lin Yifei walked to the bathroom step by step. Kevin put his hands on the sink, lowered his head, and the water was still flowing down.
"Why... did you do that to me just now?" Lin Yifei asked. While it might be better not to ask for the answer, it doesn't necessarily feel good to lie to yourself.
"Impulse." Kevin took a breath, but still did not look up. He seemed to be struggling to suppress something.
"... What impulse?" Lin Yifei swallowed.
"Lin Yifei, there should be many people who will fall in love with you, right? I bet it's not just Chris." Kevin turned around, leaning his back against the sink, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
"Why do you ask that?"
"You just need to answer if I am." Kevin suddenly remembered something, "Ah, that red-haired boy named Rex Gray should like you."
"… how do you know?"
"Because I like you too, the way he looks at you makes me feel very familiar." Kevin pressed his temple, "At least I'm not the only one who is fascinated by you, enough to comfort myself."
Lin Yifei couldn't move, just stood there, he couldn't understand Kevin Phil, but he saw the struggle in Kevin's eyes.
Kevin stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed Lin Yifei's lower lip with his fingers.
"When I saw you for the first time, I was attracted by the way you fencing. It's not because you are superior to children of the same age, but because every time you slash and stab every stab, it seems to be right in my eyes. I looked at your figure like an addiction." Kevin slowly put down his hands and closed his eyes.
"Every time you grow up, I have a lot to look forward to."
"Because the highest point is too lonely." Lin Yifei said lightly. Kevin had told him this before he was reborn.
"If you just yearn for an opponent, Chris is the perfect choice." Kevin stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead hair behind his head, "I even have a hunch that one day the person who will compete with me for that position will be him. But You're different, Lin Yifei. You're not just an exciting opponent, you're the one who stabs away all the peace in my heart."
"Kevin..." Lin Yifei frowned.
"Don't be in a hurry to reject me, and don't be in a hurry to hate me." Kevin opened his eyes, the chaos in his eyes dissipated, and it became clear, "I hope you can face me directly."
Lin Yifei looked at Kevin, who had returned to his usual elegance and personable manner. He was a sensible man, perhaps swayed by impulse, but at heart he was a true gentleman.
"I will not escape." Lin Yifei said word by word.
Facing those who give because they like themselves is also the only way to grow.
"Yeah, it's an honor for you to be enamored by Kevin Phil." Kevin joked with a chuckle. The originally awkward atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Soon, the intensive training of the juvenile fencing team will begin.
Chris traveled from New York to Washington in a special car.
In addition to George, he was accompanied by Elizabeth. Her purpose is very simple, she is only willing to confirm with her own eyes that Chris and Lin Yifei have no intersection.
During the three-hour drive, Chris kept looking at the financial newspaper in his hand. Occasionally he would answer a call or two, all related to the family business. He fulfilled the agreement with De Niro and began to get involved in the family business. Oz’s family has a wide range of investments, from crude oil to real estate, from transportation to tourism. Apart from practicing swords, Chris spends a lot of time reading books. Elizabeth has no interest in those esoteric books about business and finance. She cares about The only question is when their engagement ceremony will be held.
Back at Ozburn's house again, Chris went back to his room with his luggage without saying a word, while Elizabeth became completely empty.
"What's the matter, are you looking forward to seeing Lin?" Elizabeth crossed her arms.
Chris, who was about to open the door, turned around and leaned his hands on the railing of the stairs, "Don't you know? Yifei was also selected for the youth team?"
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
"You planned it! You just want to see him, don't you!"
"You know De Niro's phone number, just call if you want." Chris gave her a mocking look, and walked back into the house.
Elizabeth angrily grabbed the phone in the living room. She knew that if she went to complain to De Niro at this time, it would only make De Niro feel more disgusted with herself. Besides, De Niro said long ago that if Lin Yifei and Chris met because of fencing, and there was no unnecessary communication between them, it would not constitute a cross-border.
"Okay, I'll see if you can hold it back." Elizabeth snorted coldly.
Because most of the participants in the training camp are high school students with homework, the training time is scheduled for two days on weekends, and these two days are fully enclosed training camps. When Lin Yifei saw Chris at the check-in counter, his heart sank suddenly. He had grown taller again, with a cold and distanced expression on his face, his fingers held the pen vigorously, signed his name, and left indifferently.
The moment he turned around, he saw Lin Yifei. His eyes didn't stop for a while, but Lin Yifei couldn't stop his heart from beating wildly after that brief contact.
No one knew that when Chris turned around, his clenched fists were trembling. He did everything possible to justify taking a look at Lin Yifei, but after he took that look, he realized that he couldn't be satisfied.
How many nights he fantasized about kissing his lips, searching his memory for the figure of him standing under the running water in the bathroom with his back to himself. His eyes traced his body inch by inch, burning his body. In the past, even if he pressed Lin Yifei tightly and watched him kiss his blushing face, the fantasies in his mind could not be stopped, not to mention that after the two separated, his world would only be left with warm air.
"Why don't you sign?" Chelsea's voice came from behind Lin Yifei.
He was still a little scruffy, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, wearing a crumpled suit, and looking like he didn't care about anything.
"I'm going."
Ten minutes later, dozens of teenagers had gathered in the fencing gym.
Lippman stood in the middle of the fencing hall with his back propped up, looking at all the children here, or they should no longer be called children when they picked up the sword.
"Elected to the USA Junior Fencing Team does not mean that you will be eligible to compete. You should know that there are only two places in the individual competition for each fencing competition, which means that the competition among you is still fierce. You here accept Training camp, three months later, you will start qualifying. I am the head coach Lippman, the above is over. You can start training."
The so-called practice is group training, and the coach will give guidance during the process of learning from each other.
Lippmann's eyes stayed on the lazy Chelsea on the sidelines.
"Alvin Chelsea, come with me."
"Ah, Coach Lippmann, do you have anything to say to me?"
When the two came to the corridor outside the fencing, Lippman's expression was quite serious, which was in stark contrast to Chelsea's cynicism.
"I am surprised that you agreed to be Lin's coach. But in fact, I am very optimistic about that boy. I know that this time the Saber team will definitely have his name in the list, so there is no time for qualifying. I'm already thinking about arranging a dedicated coach for that kid."
"Are you afraid that I will destroy him?" Chelsea laughed and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him, "Kevin Phil personally invited me to be his coach. If you have any objections, I can immediately quit."
"Kevin?" Lippman showed a surprised expression, "If it's him, I'll trust you for a while. But Chelsea, I won't tolerate any Lin becoming another you."
"Don't worry. I won't tolerate him becoming a second me. Alvin Chelsea is unique and doesn't need any replicas."
At this time, Lin Yifei was sparring with his opponent, and it was obvious that his level was one step higher than the others. During this period of time, he made rapid progress, and Rex was no longer good enough to be his opponent before coming to the training camp. Being able to withstand the repeated bombardment by Reid and Michelle, and with Kevin as a partner, it is difficult for Lin Yifei not to make rapid progress.
Chris is on the field adjacent to him. His opponent is boring, and he can deal with it with ease and pay attention to the side game from time to time.
In the past few months, Lin Yifei has become taller and taller, and the lines drawn by each stabbing of his adult body are so nerve-wracking. His fencing was a little different, out of the frame, and galloped up. This made Chris couldn't help but look forward to how great it would be if he stood opposite him.
After the practice, Lin Yifei went to the bathroom, took cold water and moistened his face. And Chris slowly came to the sink next to him.
For a moment, the whole body froze there.
Lin Yifei really wanted to talk to him, but he didn't know what to say. Because Chris was indifferent from the beginning to the end, it seemed that Lin Yifei was also isolated from his world.
When Lin Yifei lowered his body, the ring just fell out and hit the faucet with a crisp sound. As soon as Lin Yifei grasped the shaking ring, he didn't dare to turn his head, not knowing how to read Chris's expression.
At this moment, Chris tapped on the sink with his fingers, seemingly unintentionally, but it made Lin Yifei's heart tighten.
that rhythm...
Lin Yifei remembered the Swedish movie "Keep Close to Strangers" that they watched together in bed. The ending of the story was that the boy hid the girl in the suitcase and boarded the train, and the girl typed out "I Love you".
Although the film has a weird romance, and it is impossible to judge what the ending of the boy and girl will be at the end, Chris beat "I love you" over and over again at the head of the bed that night.
Just like in the bathroom at the moment, Lin Yifei understood what Chris was expressing, even though the other party left the bathroom expressionlessly, there seemed to be a wave of overturning everything brewing in the air.
That night, Elizabeth made a phone call to the person monitoring Chris. The result exceeded Elizabeth's expectations. Chris had never had contact with Lin Yifei, and he hadn't even spoken to him, just like two completely unrelated strangers.
At the end of the weekend, when Chris returned to the Ozburn house, Elizabeth stood by the sofa and wanted to say something to Chris, who, as always, took her as air and walked upstairs.
With his back against the door, Chris looked up.
As long as he gets a little closer to Lin Yifei, his senses will become extremely sharp. The sound of Lin Yifei's breathing, every movement of Lin Yifei, even if you don't watch it yourself, your brain will uncontrollably imagine it.
Open the suitcase in the cabinet, and there is the scarf inside. Chris put his palm on top, stroked and kissed.
At this time, the mobile phone in the coat pocket rang, and it was Mr. Osborne calling.
"I just lowered the stock price a little, and the Taylor family couldn't wait to buy it, as well as your cousins."
"Well." Chris closed the suitcase and sat back on the bed. "Invest in more useful projects. Only by spending money can you make more money."
"Participate in the competition well." After saying this, Ozburn hung up the phone.
The training camp continued, and soon it was time for internal qualifying.
Lin Yifei and Chris were particularly eye-catching in the fencing team. In fact, no one doubted that the places for the two singles must belong to them.
On Sunday morning it was Lin Yifei and Chris. At the end of qualifying on Saturday night, Lippmann asked everyone to rest.
Lin Yifei and Chelsea walked in the passage. Chelsea hasn't drunk a drop of alcohol these days, but has a heavy cigarette addiction. He was smoking in the hallway while other coaches were giving instructions.
"Tomorrow we're going to fight that Chris Osborne, are you nervous? You two are the only ones who like this whole garbage juvenile fencing team." Chelsea's tone is still lazy, but the wording is very good. sharp.
Walking to the gate of the fencing gym, just as the sun was setting, the orange light shone on Lin Yifei's face.
"I want to win Chris Osborne." Lin Yifei's words were not serious, but they were very forceful.
"Oh? You've basically confirmed your qualifications, why are you so persistent in beating him?" Chelsea shook the cigarette case, picked up one and smoked.
"Because he is my opponent." Lin Yifei walked into the sunset, turned around, and smiled softly.
Chelsea was stunned by that smile.
"Do you want to be a world champion, Lin."
"I don't have such brilliant dreams, I just like fencing." Lin Yifei shrugged his shoulders, "Then he watched my opponent. If he wants to move forward, I have to keep up with his pace."
Chelsea snorted lightly, lowered her head as if she was thinking about something.
"What are you thinking?"
"Thinking of my youth. Thinking that I once had an excellent opponent like you. I worked so hard not for that championship title. All I want is that person's gaze."
"Chelsea..."
"Do you know why my shoulder was hurt?" Chelsea exhaled a puff of smoke, "I was walking down the street with him that day, and we were arguing about something very fiercely. An ambulance drove over at the corner of the street. He pulled me away and he was slammed into a lamppost, and when I fell I was hit by another car and hurt my shoulder."
"Chelsea..." Lin Yifei seemed to have heard the news. Chelsea was involved in a car accident with another German athlete, who died after the accident. After that, Chelsea retired due to injury and began a life of alcoholism.
"If you want me to be your coach, you must have the determination to win. I have nothing to compromise." Chelsea turned around, "I'm going back to the apartment, see you tomorrow."
Lin Yifei let out a sigh of relief, because it was intensive training, so the fencing team arranged accommodation for them, in the hotel opposite. But he didn't want to go back so early, he walked slowly along the street, surrounded by passing traffic. The orange sunlight was reflected by the tall buildings. With his hands in his pockets, the beeping of the car was heard by his ears.
It's just that he doesn't know that Chris has been following him across the street. Every time he bowed his head and every sigh, Chris could see it so clearly.
Lin Yifei passed by a newsstand, bought a weekly sports newspaper, put it under his arm, and continued to walk with his head down, his eyes never deviated from the original direction. I don't know how far I walked, the sky slowly turned dark, and the street lights turned on. Lin Yifei decided to go back to the hotel, and the moment he turned around, he finally saw Chris on the opposite side.
The moment they met their gazes, Chris turned his head away.
Why is Chris here
Lin Yifei was full of doubts but felt happy. And Chris just stood opposite. He was wearing a light-colored shirt with a stand-up collar, a gray jacket, and dark-colored jeans. He looked casual. The soft streetlights fell on his face, blurring his indifference and sharpness.
From time to time, young women passing by looked at him, showing admiration or whispering.
This is Chris, even if the whole world is shut out, the world can't help but pay attention to him.