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I've been looking at him.

Cen Si's footwork changed at some point.

No longer pursue the attack of speed and seizing the initiative, but get stuck.

He began to stop attacking and volleying, but to block and transfer.

He started to counterattack defensively.

His rhythm gear fits seamlessly into Franço's footwork.

Continue to chase points.

With each point he scored, his steps became more decisive.

An extremely beautiful slash caused the audience to exclaim.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

When the score became thirteen, Jiang Shiye saw the fist clenched in his left hand and heard his roar.

At the critical moment, cheers and encouragement sounded ahead of time.

François hurriedly called a timeout.

Jiang Shiye's eyes immediately fixed on Cen Si who took off his mask.

Cen Si was sweating profusely and poured water on his head.

He was hilarious, Jiang Shiye could tell by his hands pinching the water bottle.

Suddenly, Cen Si looked up.

The four eyes met unexpectedly, and Jiang Shiye's heart skipped a beat.

Cen Si was still drinking water, expressionless.

White fencing uniform, cold temperament, like a sculpture.

Their eyes were intertwined so calmly that Jiang Shiye didn't know whether he saw him or not.

until after drinking.

Cen Si didn't move his eyes, but suddenly wiped the sweat under his right eye with his fingertips.

Then draw along the middle of the eyelid to the end of the eye.

As if it hadn't been wiped clean, he gently pressed his finger against his lips again.

Posted for two seconds.

In the saber arena, these two seconds are quite long.

Then he turned away.

Wear gloves and a face shield.

At that moment, Jiang Shiye's heart beat to its peak.

It seems that it is because the game is at a critical moment.

It seems to be another reason.

He scratched the scar on his right eye with his index finger.

A scar like a wing extends from the middle of the right eyelid to the end of the eye, with a light hook at the end.

It's the arc of the fencer on the left just wiping his sweaty fingers.

"Xiao Ye, the most important point is that the four sons will be different today." Cen Yang didn't notice that Cen Si looked over, and now he only looked at the roaring auditorium and said, "He's already popular.”

Heart pounding, as if burned by his fire,

It's about to burst.

"You know that an athlete is a very special profession, and the image he represents is not himself. When he starts to win awards, it is a country that is watching him."

The sound of metal clashing.

At this point in the game, Cen Yang's voice was a little uncontrollably excited, "Homosexuality is ostracized in the sports circle. If you keep talking with Si Zai, you will be found out,"

"It's the people of one country who are so disappointed, but the whole world is criticizing you."

14:13.

Cen Si's match point.

Heartbeat is too fast.When Cen Si stepped forward without hesitation, Jiang Shiye couldn't help clutching his clothes tightly.

"Don't think the whole world sounds exaggerated."

Beep——

Single light is on.

Thunder cheers erupted completely.

"look,"

Cen Si took off the mask on his head, let it fall freely on the ground, and spread his arms, "Xiao Ye, he has won the championship now."

Chapter 52 Chorus. Team Competition Day

competition is over.

Journalists from various countries have been waiting for a long time.

The inside and outside of the venue are watertight.

Cen Si first accepted an interview with domestic official media.

He was still panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

But the answer to the question is fairly stable.Unexpectedly quite calm, the reporters looked a hundred times happier than him.

There are many volunteers around here.

Rushing to maintain order is actually just to see the handsome face of the world champion up close.

Cen Si glanced at them casually, his expression gradually relaxed.When the reporter asked him "what was he thinking when chasing points", he suddenly said: "I want to go to the bathroom."

"..." The reporter choked.

"Can you go to the bathroom?" Cen Si turned his head and asked the coaching team.

The coaching team was speechless.

"Go and come back quickly."

In the exclamation of the reporter, "Our champion is still a child", Cen Si stepped away from the camera, and while walking forward, he casually pulled a person with a conspicuous passport hanging around his neck.

"I can't find a place, you are a volunteer."

"Take me. Come on."

Jiang Shiye's heartbeat was still in the abnormal range.

When Cen Si slid his finger over his arm, it almost jumped to his throat.

As a "volunteer", he was pulled out by Cen Si in full view, walked side by side, and led the way.

How could he know where the athlete's bathroom is, only Cen Si knows.

And Cen Si took him into his own dressing room.

Entering the door, Cen Si turned around.

"What do you want to say to me?"

lock the door.Jiang Shiye was pushed against the wall.

"I knew you could win."

Pull head, kiss.

The powerful plunder is like the sword stabbing Franco.

But the kiss didn't last long.

Jiang Shiye gently pushed Cen Si away.

Cen Si saw that he was somewhat repelled, and smiled: "I sweat too much."

He was still wearing fencing uniforms, but he no longer had the stern look on the field, just like a big white bear in high spirits.

He stretched out his hand to embrace Jiang Shiye again: "Then hug for a while."

This time Jiang Shiye didn't push him away.

Cen Si breathed quickly, his back muscles undulated, Jiang Shiye silently wrapped his arms around his waist, unable to help but climb up again.

But the unique material of the fencing suit made the palms slippery, unable to grasp his shoulder blades.

They didn't talk much.The champion didn't talk about the twists and turns during the game, and the audience didn't talk about the panic and tension when watching.The eyes have recorded everything early, and the emotions have been shared when the eyes intertwine in the middle of the game.At this moment, a hug is enough.

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