Fencing is a sport that requires high mobility and agility, which makes long hair a hindrance. So when Ye Lang found He Jinxing, Gou An had just tied up her hair and was about to put it in a bun. When she turned around, she saw two men confronting each other silently not far away.

For no reason, I remembered that deep, magnetic voice.

"Even though the engagement ring never left us, we still felt insecure."

"Every day, we are wary of each other, jealous of each other, and there is chaos."

"And I'm tired of this."

He Jinxing always speaks slowly and calmly. People who are not familiar with him may think that he is dignified and elegant. They will never know that when he speaks to someone's ear with this kind of voice and says something to show weakness...

What gentleness, what calmness, it's all nonsense.

The sentences he said would become the strongest voice, and every punctuation mark would become an accent, imprinted in the minds of those who listened to him in a bloody and brutal way.

So by the time Gou An reacted, she had already rushed over with sword in hand.

When the little kitten in her mind subtly reminded her that "feeling bad for a man will bring three years of bad luck", she had already deflected Ye Lang's sword.

At this moment, looking at the man sitting there without moving, cheering for himself, that handsome face finally separated from the image of the Northeast Golden Gradient for a second——

Now his eyebrows and eyes are curved, and he smiles like a fox with a big tail.

When she was asked not to lose to Ye Lang, she couldn't help but sound like a spectator.

Gou An regained his senses in an instant, and began to vaguely regret having exposed himself. He asked hesitantly, "So, can you fence?"

He Jinxing said, "Oh," "I know a little bit."

He also knows a little bit about table tennis and motorcycles. At this point, Gou An felt that he was being wronged. He put away his sword and said expressionlessly, "Then go ahead yourself. He is challenging you anyway."

Faced with her sudden regret, He Jinxing's expression did not change: "No, I don't feel well."

Gou An: “?”

Gou An: "What's wrong with you?"

He Jinxing: "I didn't sleep last night, and I got up very early this morning for a meeting. My legs are weak now."

He said words that probably only the two of them could understand, so under the calm gazes of the people around him, only Gou An's face turned from white to red and then to blue, and he glared at the smiling man with a sinister warning, and then he let it go.

He walked aside with the sword in hand.

She continued to style her hair in silence.

And she felt that the man sitting there had his hands on his knees, and was looking at her with his head tilted very obediently.

The evidence was that she felt the profile of her face and the back of her hands were about to be set on fire by his gaze.

He Jinxing was indeed looking at Gou An.

And watched it very seriously.

She might not be the most beautiful lady among Jiangcheng's celebrities, but at this moment, when she held a black rubber band in her mouth and raised her hands to tie up her long hair, her unconsciously straight back, tense profile, bow-like figure and snow-white long neck all made people unable to take their eyes away.

Fencing uniforms are conservative enough.

He Jinxing really felt like a gangster now.

His gaze was so direct that people around him couldn't bear to watch.

"Okay, Mr. He, can you please pay attention to your image?" Jiang Yi said sarcastically, "Even if you don't stare at Miss Gou like a starving ghost, she is still your fiancée."

He Jinxing's eyes flickered when he was reminded.

He calmed himself down and took one last casual glance.

Then I accidentally noticed that she was biting the rubber band on her lips, with one hand holding down her tidied hair, and when she used the other hand to take the rubber band in her mouth, her tongue, which was the same light color as her lips, unconsciously pushed the black one out.

“…”

He Jinxing completely looked away.

And changed his sitting position.

He went back to his room after lunch and changed into casual clothes. Now he calmly took off his sweatshirt jacket and wore only a short-sleeved T-shirt, which he casually draped over his legs.

Next to him, Jiang Yi nudged his waist with his elbow: "How does it feel to be protected?"

He Jinxing nodded, with a serious face: "It's okay."

He leaned back, "It's a pity you won't be able to experience this in your lifetime."

"Oh my, you know that again."

"Because there is only one Gou An," He Jinxing didn't care whether what he said seemed annoying or not, "He is already mine."

Jiang Yi was so annoyed that he simply shut his mouth. While the two were talking, Gou An and Ye Lang climbed onto the fencing platform one after another.

Fencing has an ancient origin. It was first popular in ancient Egypt, China, Arabia and other countries, and then developed in modern Europe. I don’t know when it was labeled as a sport favored by the nobility...

This meant that this sport was not as simple, crude, and adrenaline-fueled as motorcycle racing, and it was not as boring as table tennis. The complicated etiquette before the start of the fencing game was enough to make He Jinxing, who was undisciplined at heart, impatient.

At this moment, two people were seen on the stage, holding swords at the same time and standing face to face.

The moment Gou An grasped the sword, the man opposite her who was much taller than her also grasped the sword with two fingers and held it firmly in his hand.

——The moment when both sides raised their swords and pointed them at each other.

He Jinxing raised his eyebrows.

——The tip of the sword only pointed at the opponent for about three seconds, and then the tip of the sword was erected in the center of his face.

He Jinxing's gaze stayed at the height of Gou An's arm. The bottom of the sword handle was probably at the height of his heart. Then he looked at Ye Lang and the heights were exactly the same.

——The tip of the sword falls and points to the opponent again, and then the sword falls down at a 45° angle to the side of the body.

The two people on the stage moved in unison, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out. Whether it was the arc of their slightly raised chins or the angle of their swords pointing to the ground, they were basically exactly the same.

"Ah, I don't know how to fence, but this movement looks so normal, even the angle is the same."

Jiang Yi asked while turning his head to look at He Jinxing beside him.

The latter put away the relaxed smile on his face from the previous second, his eyes flickered, he sat up straighter, and stared at the stage expressionlessly.

“…”

Jiang Yi was silent for a moment, and got the answer in an instant.

The front foot hooked, the back foot and the front foot landed at the same time, the flower sword in the hand stabbed out, and at the moment of collision in the air, regardless of the messy external factors, the strong desire to win has been aroused.

From a certain perspective, Gou An is Ye Lang's master.

The hand holding the lighter foil had taught him how to hold the sword and how to take standard basic steps. She was selfless and even taught him all the little tricks she had summed up through her own experience.

For example, because it is amateur, the rules are not so strict, so when you move forward or backward, you can add some padding that is only used in fighting skills to make your body more flexible and no one will point at you and yell at you for fouls...

"Strange, did they learn from the same teacher?"

"Bullshit, how is that possible? Ye Lang has never had the chance to come into contact with the flower sword before!"

"...They are so similar. I don't believe they were taught by the same teacher."

"I think Gou An is more skilled." "Oh, didn't Ye Lang work as a bodyguard in the Gou family? Maybe he was secretly learning from Gou An while he was in class?"

A sword thrust out, Ye Lang turned his head to avoid the vital point of the scoring, and then returned a sword with the exact same angle and method! Watertight defense, and then a defensive counterattack like a flood and a beast, seizing every gap to approach urgently, and then using the enemy's breathing space to force him to retreat step by step -

It is impossible to learn to this level just by stealing.

Regarding the frequency of attack, I personally prefer defensive counterattack or aggressive attack. This kind of thing that needs to be passed down by word of mouth and repeatedly emphasized can be seen as something that is learned through long-term teaching.

An outsider watching the fun probably thinks that the fight between the two of them is similar.

An expert can tell the difference. Judging from the skill level of the two people, this is probably a battle between master and disciple with the woman on top and the man on the bottom.

…………This conjecture alone is enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

On the stage, the two had already engaged in several rounds of attack and defense in a short period of time.

Facing Gou An, Ye Lang showed no intention of showing mercy. With his former "mentor" in front of him, he seemed to need to prove something with the sword in his hand -

What surprised him was that, facing his almost identical offensive and defensive moves, he could even hear the people in the audience whispering in surprise...

Only Gou An, although wearing a mask, he could feel that her heart was as calm as water, and she didn't seem surprised at all why he was so similar to her.

Ye Lang suddenly became distracted.

He thought about how Gou An had handled his abnormal attitude so well recently. Except for that day in the hospital, he had never asked any questions or doubts...

What did she know? Impossible.

He subconsciously denied it, and at the same time, his defensive steps were a little messy. He took the opponent's sword forcefully. The hard metal caused dull pain even through the professional protective clothing. Of course, this little pain was nothing...

But Ye Lang's breathing became heavy.

Even as the referee announced that Gou An's score was valid, Ye Lang was not discouraged.

On the contrary, his mind became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly figured out something that he had been unable to figure out:

About his first meeting with Gou An.

At that time, Gou An should have been meeting him for the first time, but he acted trusting and intimate with him——

It's completely like being reborn with the memories of the original novel.

In the original novel, Miss Gou An relied on her bodyguard Ye Lang until the last second.

This situation even continued until the next day. She woke up like a brainless fool, defenseless in his house, which was basically a stranger's. She didn't scream or get defensive. She looked up and asked him calmly, "Are we asleep? I'll be responsible."

The word order was natural, as if they had known each other for eight hundred years and had both gone through the Platonic way of confirming their feelings.

This weirdness continued until Lu Wan knocked on his door. He stuffed her into the closet and let her witness the intimacy between him and Lu Wan in the closet...

After Gou An came out of the closet, he seemed like a different person.

From then on, she became sarcastic and mean, like a firecracker that could explode at any time, and her complete eruption was like a volcano after she found out that she had given the butterfly cake to Lu Wan.

——In the original novel, the heroine Lu Wan is the lifelong enemy of the supporting female character Gou An.

It was like a bolt of thunder struck my head, connecting all the things that didn't make sense together, and the confusing things had answers, even though the answers were so shocking.

Ye Lang was in a trance and almost couldn't stand still. At the same time, he suddenly felt the tip of the sword in his hand shake. Along with the exclamations of the people around him, he felt pain from the violent vibration in his knuckles!

He frowned fiercely, and was shocked. When he came to his senses and wanted to remedy the situation, it was too late -

The heavy metal sword flew out of his hand, and with the sound of metal rubbing against each other, the opponent's attack did not weaken at all. He was forced to retreat three steps in a row and fell to the stage in a mess! Everyone was shocked!

Ye Lang fell to the ground and suddenly looked up at the person who was still standing on the fencing stage. At this moment, the person was looking down at him condescendingly, his dark brown eyes staring at him through his face shield as calmly as lake water.

"I told you, keep your eyes on your opponent and avoid being distracted."

Her voice was cold.

[When you are on the stage, stare at your opponent, with only the enemy and his sword in your eyes, so that you can dodge every attack and catch any flaw of his... Come on! Master will teach you how to be a man! Yelang, don't be distracted, if you don't concentrate you will lose the game! ]

In my memory, Miss Gou's voice completely overlapped with this cold voice.

Ye Lang was shocked.

He opened his thin lips, but found that he could not utter a single word. He reached out to lift the mask, revealing the sweaty face underneath.

In the face of the other party's calm indifference, the guess in his heart was invisibly confirmed. He slowly widened his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he looked at the person in front of him sincerely and helplessly.

"——Alang, come on, it's rude to look at someone else's fiancée like that again."

A light male voice interrupted from the side, interrupting the silent confrontation between the two people on the stage and in the audience.

The man in a short-sleeved white T-shirt stepped onto the stage with his long legs. He seemed to have amnesia and had forgotten that he was shouting that he was "not feeling well" just a second ago. He grabbed the waist of the little girl who was still holding the sword more flexibly than anyone else.

Gou An didn't even react. She was busy staring at Ye Lang with visual pressure. Then she fell into a warm and dry embrace. The familiar smell of cologne enveloped her all at once.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the heavy flower sword in her hand was taken away by the man, who threw it to Chen Jinli in the audience and took off the face guard on her face.

Glancing at her face, the heat made her fair cheeks glow with a beautiful color, while her tense mental concentration made her eyes as bright as water.

Her wet hair stuck to her forehead, and a drop of sweat dripped down between her brows and gathered at the tip of her nose.

He Jinxing lowered his head and looked at her for a moment, then picked up his white T-shirt and wiped the sweat off her face.

And with this posture, the man stood like a mountain, directly between Gou An and Ye Lang.

The broad back directly blocked the view of Yelang from where the mountain was collapsing and the ground was cracking.

He wiped the sweat off the person in his arms with his hands. Gou An felt that his nose was almost rubbed off by him because of his strong force...

"pain!"

The cold murderous look on her face just a second ago finally disappeared. The overwhelming smell of He Jinxing penetrated her nose, and she wanted to sneeze.

After sucking on the tip of her nose that had been rubbed red, she had no choice but to hold his wrist with both hands, "He Jinxing, what are you doing..."

"I recorded it and will show it to you later. After watching it, you will know what I did."

A low voice that only the two of them could hear rang in their ears.

He Jinxing finally let her go and stopped rubbing her red face. He pinched her chin with two fingers and shook it gently.

"This sense of security is really fucking perfect. Thank you."

(End of this chapter)