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"Press the Wheat with the Point of a Needle"

Author: Dr. Solo

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The idiot fencer who wanted to stand on the winner's podium and embrace the runner-up.Also known as "Team Grass and Group Pet" [doge]

cp: Bingshan Mensao Gong × Sunshine Idiot Shou

(It’s not a competitive essay. Fencing is just for fashion value. It’s a sweet love brain essay in essence. Please don’t take it too seriously. I wish you a happy reading!)

Content tags: A soft spot

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao Mai, Ling Xiao┃Supporting role: ┃Others: fencing, western sword, saber

ROUND1

Once the sword strikes, I know it's over.

Ling Xiao's sword also pierced my shoulder, and the person who was attacking with the sword was as sharp as a white light.

The speed of saber duel is incomparable between foil and epee. The victory and defeat are in an instant. I subconsciously thought that I lost. Our lights turned on almost at the same time. Through the mask, I saw that the other side of the kendo had retreated. The white figure, can't help but guess what kind of expression is on the handsome and heroic face behind the black mask.Ling Xiao's body was facing me, and the direction of the mask was slightly facing me, but he didn't know if he was looking at me. He bent his sword with his ungloved left hand, and his posture was neither happy nor sad. Only then did I realize that I was Seems to be……

The referee raised his hand and judged me to score.

...won again?

My teammates applauded and cheered. I gasped and was a little surprised. Although the score was close to 14 to 14, the last point came faster than the first fourteen swords. I felt that Ling Xiao and I stabbed each other at the same time. Bo Zhong, this only means that I launched the attack one second faster than Ling Xiao. He seems to have just responded to me helplessly. The momentum of the attack looks scary, but it is thunderous and rainy...

When I took off the mask, I didn't dare to look at Ling Xiao, and I didn't know if he was looking at me. I only saw him pulling up the mask, and I looked away guiltily, as if the reason why he lost was because of I snatched up his favorite sweet and sour pork in the cafeteria yesterday.

Ling Xiao turned around with his mask and saber in hand, and walked down the sword path in the staggering silence of the scene.

The confrontation in the team was still going on, and there were other players who had to draw lots to play, but Ling Xiao didn't stay to watch the game. He left the training hall, the same as after the previous two games, without staying for half a minute.This person has always been a loner, and I don't know if he is angry, or maybe he doesn't care about winning or losing at all.

I hope it's the latter.

After taking off the protective gear and returning to the crowd watching the battle, I didn't have the energy to respond to the congratulations from my teammates around me.Teammate and roommate Gao Dapang patted me on the shoulder: "Maizi, it's not easy, winning three times in a row is strength!"

"That goes without saying." I sighed, lying on my back on the floor weakly, listening to the "ping-ping-pong-pong" exchange of fire on the kendo.

"You are the winner, and you beat Ling Xiao, don't sigh here, you are not hypocritical!" Lao Qi, who was sitting on my right and sleeping on my upper bunk, kicked me.

"Do you think it's easy to win Ling Xiao? I'm tired." I let him kick me and said indifferently while looking at the ceiling.

Gao Dapang, who was sitting on my left, dismissed it: "Ling Xiao's strength is not as good as yours. That kid is usually exaggerated by the group of gaudy media. Now that he meets you, he has revealed his true colors, tsk tsk... ..."

"Don't say that," I said, "It's not easy for the media either."

To be reasonable, just like Ling Xiaochang, how hard-hearted and incomprehensible he is to change his face.

Although it's just a match within the team, strictly speaking it doesn't mean anything, but like the spectators around me, I never expected that I could win three games in a row against Ling Xiao.

I lowered my head and turned around to look at my hands, thinking that Ling Xiao is a genius, so is Lao Tzu a genius among geniuses?

Well, so what?Normally I would be proud for a long time, but today I am not happy at all.This is not the result I want.You said that Ling Xiao is really annoying. After all, he is also a fencing genius who is full of stars. Why can't he win his breath, even if he wins me once?

Ling Xiao and I were selected into the national team at the same time. Both of us became famous as teenagers. We were invincible in the national team before. The focus of attention inside and outside the team.

I don't know what Ling Xiao thinks of me, but I actually have a good impression of him since the time of Shenjiao.

I have been fencing since elementary school, and I have never met an opponent among my peers since I grew up. For this reason, I even gave myself a screen name called "Dugu Qiubai".I know that many people say that I am arrogant behind my back, but I really want to seek a defeat. No one around me can play you well. That kind of feeling is so boring.

The first time I knew about Ling Xiao was when I was in the third year of junior high school. I went to my classmate’s house to play. My classmate’s parents were watching a fencing competition on the sports channel in the living room. The classmate's parents even forgot to say hello, so they just sat down on the sofa and stared at the TV with fascination.

I've read some game reports, and I've seen someone comment that I "attacked like lightning." Most of the people who wrote this description were female journalists. To be honest, it was old-fashioned and nasty, and I didn't care about it at all.I am also not at all curious about the so-called "fast as lightning" scene. After all, I was young at that time, and I participated in some small competitions in the city and provinces, and I rarely saw my own videos and videos.

But the first time I saw Ling Xiao on TV, I realized it. I was convinced by this old-fashioned and undistracted description, and even more convinced by this well-deserved "lightning-fast" boy.

How fast can it be?Anyone who has played saber knows that this thing cannot be compared with foil and epee. Sometimes it takes less than a minute or a second to take it off. Sometimes both sides hit each other at the same time before the blink of an eye. The speed is too fast. , As a result, both of them thought that they were the first to go to the city, and they clenched their fists and shouted to celebrate for themselves, but only the referee can know the final ownership of this point from the referee device.

It’s nothing to be embarrassed about thinking you’ve won, and then finding out that you didn’t get any points, because almost every player has experienced it, and it’s a common thing.

But Ling Xiao is different. I noticed that after the confrontation, as long as he clenched his fist, no matter how lightly he clenched it, then he must have won.

I believe that not too many people will find out this detail, but once you find out, it will definitely make you break into a cold sweat.Because Ling Xiao is like a machine, he never makes mistakes, the moment he clenches his fist is the moment he wins.

This guy not only has an astonishing body reaction speed, but also has an astonishingly fast eyesight. He is a genius with almost zero reflex arc.So even if the opponent attacks first, he can still fight back with four or two strokes, chopping and slashing while holding his breath, reversing the score!

The word "lightning" suits him well, but it doesn't suit me anymore.When not launching an attack, Ling Xiao is a very quiet player. He doesn't have too many false moves. Even if he pushes the opponent to the bottom line, he still walks calmly. Dodge and he'll hit you.

This is lightning, lightning in the dark.

Ling Xiao participated in the National Youth Championship for the first time and made it all the way to the final. I still remember that in the final, he scored 15 points ahead of schedule in the first two rounds, securing the victory, and the gap between him and his opponent was as big as heaven.

When he took off his mask at the end of the game, I was both nervous and excited. As a disgraceful face-controller, I prayed wildly in my heart that a buddy who is so good at swordsmanship must not be a fat guy with freckles!

Then the mask was gently lifted up, and I looked at the chin, nose tip, and cheeks exposed under the mask, and my heart sank... and then fluttered——

Shen is because she really has freckles!It's because, including those few freckles, it doesn't damage the snow-capped beauty of a 15-year-old boy.

When I went home that day, I walked on the road, like walking on clouds, as if those few inconspicuous freckles grew on the face of the beautiful iceberg boy, and they became green and cute.

At that time, I was still in the second year of middle school, and I felt "finally waiting for you" overnight.It is not easy to find an opponent who is comparable to you, not to mention that this opponent has the same appearance as you like.Just when I was about to lose my motivation to learn Western fencing, suddenly, as if by fate, I saw a dragon swimming above my world, which made me regain my enthusiasm for fencing.

But good luck tricks people, and finally met Ling Xiao, who was a match for chess, and we always missed it.I participated in two national competitions in a row, but he was absent, and the only time he participated in the national competition and reached the final, I temporarily withdrew for some reason.

In this way, I missed him sadly for many years, and finally waited until both of us were recruited into the national team.

The so-called fate is nothing more than saying that the opponents who are destined to reach the same goal by different routes.

I've been following Ling Xiao secretly for so many years, but I'm not sure if he's also stk me, because I want to save face, and I'm especially afraid of unrequited love, so even though I've been looking for the one who surprised me back then since I stepped into the national team training base young man, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously.

On that fateful morning, I made myself clean and handsome, and borrowed some jelly water from my childhood friend to scratch my hair. At nine o’clock, I took my luggage and strode into the national team’s stadium in Zishan. At the training hall, many new and old faces had already arrived ahead of time. I stood by the gate of the training hall, looking low-key and furtively.

"Look, is that Qiao Mai?"

Someone saw me, and then several pairs of eyes looked in my direction, whispering, this