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I am younger, more energetic, and faster, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Every time I chase points, my opponent's mentality will collapse once.

Nine years later, the Olympic Games seemed to be repeating that moment, but the impactful young dark horse was replaced by another person.

The wind direction really changed in the second half. John's speed suddenly increased, and he was more clean and decisive. He actually looked a bit like Cen Si in the first half, and he was a more explosive Cen Si.

John has been studying Cen Si for a long time, and every step he takes seems to be replicating Cen Si's winning skills.

Amidst the rustling mutterings, John easily caught up with 9-9, as if he was just letting Cen Si play for fun, and now he started to perform.

Cen Si called for a timeout.

After these few rounds, his physical strength was exhausted, and he opened his mouth and panted vigorously.I don't know if it was the reason for the lighting, but my face was so pale that there was no blood.Jiang Shiye held his breath, clutching the zipper of his jacket tightly.

He is not afraid of Cen Si losing, but he is really afraid that he will collapse here from exhaustion.

The zipper was icy cold, and his palms were hot and sweaty.Cen Si's figure is white, like a silver bow and crescent moon holding the dark morning and evening.

He turned his back on the field again, and moved at high speed with John on the sword path. The footsteps and sword shadows were woven into a virtual color, with a few sharp edges, and the sound of metal colliding was crisp and loud, a song of battle.

9-10, 9-11, 10-11... The game reached a fever pitch, the two sides battled to 11-13, John led by two points, and Cen Si only scored four points in the second half.

"It's over, sabers focus on rhythm and coordination, and Cen has a good rhythm, which is not easy for people to figure out. But now his rhythm has been figured out by John." Franco said, muttering a lot of Jiang ShiyeJiang Shiye really thanked him for the technical terms he didn't understand, like a commentator, it made him more and more anxious.

Cen Sifang took the last timeout, turned around again, and chased by two points, 13-13.

"Cen is so resilient!"

"Ah, ah, there are still two points!"

"So nervous, so nervous."

Both sides were screaming, but Jiang Shiye didn't cry, he kept his expression still, still clutching the corner of his clothes, his heart pounding, terrified and uneasy, and he looked at the person motionlessly.

He really felt that he was exhausted, he didn't take any medicine, he started to compare since 8:30 in the morning, he obviously shouldn't have worked so hard since nine years ago.

At the point of the match point, the two stood at one end, like cheetahs scrambling for food, their swords drawn and tentatively cautious.Soon, John began to show his fangs. He went crazy, stabbed forward quickly, Cen Si blocked, and the fencing entangled like a snake.

But Cen Si was really tired, and he didn't have enough defensive strength, so he was directly forced out of the sword path by John.

However, even though the referee's weapon rang, John was still attacking forward, forcing Cen Si to the side of the high platform, and retreating.

He fell, clutching his ankle.

Boos erupted from the field.

"Shit!" Franco scolded, "Is John trying to use Cen's foot injury to force him to sprain his ankle?"

He glanced to the side, only to find that the contestant wearing the frame suddenly stood up, his complexion was strange, his brows were dark and sullen, he broke through the crowd and walked out of the auditorium, ran into the corridor, squeezing a bunch of camera positions forward.

But when he saw Cen Si standing up again after being looked at by the team doctor, his eyebrows relaxed a lot, he stood still with his fists clenched, and a coach pulled him to his side.

Franco found that none of the people he chattered about for half the time seemed to be players.

Zou Mengyuan pulled Jiang Shiye to his side and whispered, "No injury."

At this moment, he was also extremely nervous, his voice was trembling.

14-13, John's match point has been reached.

The auditorium did not dare to take the air, and Jiang Shiye could hear the roars of the two coaches.Jiang Shiye looked at Cen Si motionlessly, and now he was standing in the area of the coaching staff, getting closer to him.

Cen Si was holding a sports water bottle, Jiang Shiye didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed more angry, or more tenacious, more desperate, his expression was lighter, his eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if there was something in his bodyA sleeping beast is throbbing and waking up, brewing with more surging energy than ever before, holding the sword tightly in his hand, sharper than the winter wind, a kind of crazy composure.

Jiang Shiye saw that his fingers were sticking to the side of his thigh, and his index finger kept moving, as if he was beating the beat, just like when he was listening to his own song, his heel was beating the beat...

He suddenly remembered something.

Cen Si said many years ago: "I have a good sense of rhythm, and it is difficult for my opponent to guess, because I often use the rhythm of the song when I compete."

John also messaged him: "I really like having your songs with me during practice, practicing rhythm."

Could it be that John can figure out Cen Si's rhythm because he is also very familiar with his own song?

Jiang Shiye didn't dare to exaggerate the impact his song would have on the athletes, but he would definitely have an impact on Cen Si. This is the unique way Cen Si practiced fencing.

And John is a crazy fan and is very familiar with his music.

Cen Si only has a better rhythm than John, so as long as his most unpredictable rhythm is felt by John, even if it is only subconsciously, John will always have the upper hand.

He is also very good at studying.

This guess made Jiang Shiye shudder.

No, there must be a rhythm that John can't fathom.

Must have.

Without giving a chance to breathe, the two sides played again.

The game continues.

Jiang Shizhi thought that luckily the fencer was wearing a mask, otherwise he might have wanted to cry when he saw Cen Si's face.He still has two points, and there are two points left. Cen Si should win the Olympic championship at the age of 20. These two points, which have been delayed for eight years, should also belong to him.

Please, it belongs to him.

Cen Si stepped forward slowly.

He was standing on the edge of a precipice, losing the championship by one point.The opponent is a genius from country X, a doping criminal, and the man who forcibly kissed Jiang Shiye.

His breath sinks.

A forward thrust, a test and then a quick retreat, the footsteps are delicate and fast.

this step...

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