wipe the ice and fire

Eight o'clock in the evening, Oriental Stadium in City B.

This is the first time that China has hosted a large-scale ice show, and many outstanding athletes from home and abroad have been invited to participate.The performance has come to an end. The athletes danced on the ice wearing the improved version of Hanfu Kausten, and bowed to the Sifang stands arm in arm.

Suddenly, a slightly magnetic juvenile voice broke the enthusiastic cheers at the scene.

"You don't think this is the end of tonight, do you?"

The restless crowd fell silent for a moment, and turned their suspicious eyes to the ice rink.

The light fell on one of the teenagers, and I saw him fiddle with the hanging microphone beside his ear, using a standard broadcast tone to drive the emotions of the audience: "Next, the contestants will bring you their own repertoire, thank you all ——Support for figure skating!"

As soon as the words fell, the familiar melody sounded. It turned out to be coincidance, a shoulder-shaking dance that was popular all over the world a few years ago.

The light beam chased the boy to the center of the ice rink, and the ribbon around his waist had been untied at some point, and the thin silver Hanfu fluttered to the ground under the light, revealing the leather pants and white T-shirt that had been prepared long ago, outlining his lean and tall stature.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmits the way!" There was a burst of exclamation from thestands—the feature film is only now starting, he raised his eyebrows and smiledat the audience outside the arena, raised his hand and snapped hisfingers, and took out the Leather half gloves, put on unhurriedly.

The boy's name is Du Qingshao, an active figure skater and a silver medalist in this year's World Youth Championship.At only [-] years old, he has not yet shown much edge on the international stage, but has won many fans in China with his idol-like appearance.

Accompanied by the extremely rhythmic music and the pace of disbelief, he began to shake his shoulders magically in the mysterious reflective leather pants.Immediately after the second protagonist appeared on the stage, Ma Jiabo, a domestic men's singles veteran, cheered even more enthusiastically from the audience.

They traveled all over the world to learn a lot of skills, and then they met at a certain station.

wentdum!Dum!!Dum!!!

wentdum!Dum!!Dum!!!

They said we've both been dancing all this time,

Whaoincidance!

More and more players flocked to the center of the ice rink, dancing for the love and peace in their hearts.Du Qingshao turned on the headset again, deliberately suppressed his voice, and did not forget to wink at the camera.

"Now, let's dance."

After finishing his speech, he rolled up his collar, followed by a provocative crotch thrust, and swept his fingers over the edge of the white T, seemingly inadvertently teasing, revealing clearly visible abdominal muscles.

In just a few seconds, the audience was ignited again.The light has also changed from the original cool color to dark red, making the atmosphere more enthusiastic.In line with the rhythm of the music, the contestants were divided into two groups, dancing their bodies freely, and going around the sidelines to enter jumping movements one after another.

Du Qingshao glanced back subconsciously from the corner of his eye, touched the ice with the blade of his left foot for a moment, and swung his upper body to send himself into the air.The silver ice blade shone with a metallic luster, scratching crystal clear ice shavings, the body spun in the air at high speed, fell back to the ice after a few seconds, and the left blade slid out.

It was a crisp and neat triple hook, but being caught among so many people, with the rest of the players taking off and landing on the ice, his distinctive spin direction seemed particularly abrupt.

Clockwise is one of the few left-handed players in active service.

Of course, he wouldn't worry about this kind of thing, he went around to the other end of the baffle, and followed the team to start the next jump.When the music ended and everyone posed in neat poses, the audience seemed to have more to say.

"Thank you everyone!" Du Qingshao took the hands of the people around him and bowed to the stands, satisfied with the stage effect of today's performance.Afterwards, there were other contestants' "repertoires", so he planned to go back to the dressing room to take off his makeup first.

On weekdays, the coach looked at him like his own father, but today he was nowhere to be seen.Du Qingshao couldn't help being puzzled, and walked a little further along the corridor, passed the reception room, and suddenly heard someone speaking English inside.

The man's standard pronunciation was clear, so he should be a foreigner.The timbre is cool and pleasant, like the wind in early winter, with a stinging nature, but not aggressive.At the same time, I also heard that the coach Ye Feihong is not very proficient in English.

"He is still young and immature in many ways. I brought him out of the ice show to hope to have more opportunities for him to know himself." The coach said, "Then what do you think of him?"

The other party seemed to have a signal delay, and it took a long time before he spoke: "I have read his previous game data, and his basic skills are relatively solid, and he does have an advantage. But after being promoted to the group, the difficulty has increased, and his physical strength and technology are far behind world-class athletes... ..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a long time, as if he was worried about something: "Especially from my perspective, his physical coordination and control are far from enough, and his dancing posture is also very stiff."

The coach was obviously also embarrassed, and explained with a smile: "The youth group is more skill-oriented, and some other things are relatively omitted. Besides, he is really young."

"That's a reason, but not an excuse. And I think..."

Discovering that it was a topic related to himself, Du Qingshao curiously lay on the door and eavesdropped on a few words.But I didn't expect that the ignorant guy inside would dare to say that about himself, and almost spurted his blood.

Bang——, he pushed and kicked the door open, his eyes fell on the blond foreigner inside, and he walked over heavily on his skates.

"Who are you, don't your back hurt when you stand and talk?" His voice was full of anger.

The other party was obviously frightened, and hid his eyes in a panic, pulled up the scarf and buried his neck in the soft cashmere, leaving only a pair of water blue eyes.

"What are you hiding?" Du Qingshao raised his neck resolutely, his eyes were wide open, as if he was going to rush over to pick him up from the sofa in the next second.The scene was once dominated by silent stares, and the room seemed extremely cramped. Seeing this, the coach Ye Feihong hurriedly introduced, "Xiao Du, he is the choreography teacher for the new season that I mentioned to you last time..."

"Hey, so it's you." He kicked the table and clenched his back molars angrily, "Do you think you're very powerful?"

"How did you talk to the teacher!?" Before he could finish speaking, the coach knocked him on the head.

"He's not my teacher." Du Qingshao sneered angrily, dropped a harsh word, and slammed the door hard to leave.

The first season after being promoted can even affect his entire career in the future. He still can't accept it. Why did such an important game find this unknown... ballet dancer to choreograph for himself.

Could it be that the Ice Association didn't have enough budget, abandoned the car to protect the handsome, and gave up on himself?

The good mood at night was completely ruined like this.He walked to the dressing room without looking back, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, took off the protective cover and smashed it on the table: "He is just a bad dancer, he knows how to skate! He also said that my dancing posture is not beautiful enough, I'm furious!"

Next door, Ye Feihong was still trying to explain the situation.After this encounter, his heart became more complicated, and he didn't know how much this young dancer in front of him could teach the conceited and rebellious kid.

But the foreigner had already regained his composure, as if he could see through the other person's mind, the corners of his mouth buried in the scarf slightly curled up.

"Don't worry, I can make him persuasible. / Don't worry, I have a way to make him obedient."