wipe the ice and fire

The two-day team internal beta ended, and Du Qingshao also harvested two sets of immature works.The short program was too slow to enter the state, and it was hard to find the feeling in the free skating, but due to physical problems, both jumps made mistakes in the second half.At the end of the free skating, he was very dizzy. Holding his beating heart, he staggered back and forth in the corridor several times while leaning on the wall, with only one thought in his mind—dissatisfaction.

Very dissatisfied.

He repeatedly confirmed the feeling at that time, the speed of the taxi and the timing of entering the jump were all right.As for the physical problem, I haven't stopped running in the morning and training around the ice rink at night for so many days.He felt he shouldn't have given in to his body so easily at the last moment.

There's always something missing, he thought.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone brought him back to his thoughts. He turned it on and found that it was his father's phone, and he couldn't wait to press the answer button.

"Dad just watched the video of your competition, those few jumps are really beautiful." He praised excitedly on the other end of the phone.

He couldn't see his parents for two consecutive days of competition. Instead, he murmured in disappointment: "Are you still training outside?"

"Yeah, summer can only be taken to the Alps." Dad sighed, "Winter is also our season, and I really can't spare time to come to your competition."

"Mom isn't free either?"

"It's not easy for her to do business outside for you to skate." He continued to sigh, "Have you received the money she gives you every month? Xiao Shao, please understand us."

Du Qingshao didn't know what to say, and slowly squatted on the ground while holding the phone.His father, Du Junjie, was an alpine skier. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, he failed to achieve results. Now he is a coach and has brought out a group of good seedlings.It was also influenced by it that he happily learned to skate and followed the path of a professional athlete.

Probably aware of his loss, his father hurriedly added: "Xiao Shao, your grades are much better than your father's at that time, and you are the pride of our family! Some roads are destined for you to walk alone, and your parents will accompany you." It won't last your life, sorry."

He could only express his approval with ahhh, while stroking the red string in his hand.There is a delicate brown-red hand-twisted gourd tied on it. It is a talisman given to him by his father, and he has played with it until it turns red.The two chatted a few more topics about life and then hung up the phone.Du Qingshao discovered that the coach had sent him several messages, including two video clips and a message, asking him to go back to the ice rink to tidy up the dolls lost by the ice fans and send them to his brothers and sisters.

He leaned on the wall and stood up with difficulty, his calf muscles were a little sore, and he was stepping on skate shoes, and he stumbled when he walked.Walking to the warehouse next to the ice rink, it was like jumping into the ocean ball pool of the playground. The toys reached his calf and were piled full.

Du Qingshao found a few big bags and carefully sorted them out, and suddenly found a familiar yet strange thing from the pile of toys full of ice fans' love.The classic teaching supplementary book No. [-] spoof pillows, there are three colors, one book will never fall out!More importantly, I saw a few large characters written on it——

[Five years of being single, three years of being a dog, and two years of being worse than a dog]

The corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, thinking that this guy is a black fan.Just as he was thinking in his heart, there was a sudden sound behind him. Ma Jiabo, the old father of the men's singles, walked in and asked with a smile, "Do you need help?"

Knowing that he was injured, Du Qingshao shook his head caringly, and pointed to his bag of toys and said that he would help drag it back later.Seeing that it was almost done, he sat down against the pile of toys, rubbed his calf muscles, and asked thoughtfully, "How do you think I have behaved these two days?"

"Uh-huh," Ma Jiabo asked back with a smile, "tell me about your own feelings first."

He analyzed the problem very directly: "I always feel that I still lack something in the second half of skating. I have been encouraging myself to hold on, but I still seem to be compromising subconsciously. I could have avoided falling in those two jumps... ..." He smacked his mouth at this point: "No, I can't explain that feeling."

"Not enough motivation?" Ma Jiabo added.

He shrugged noncommittally.Before each game, he would think about many things: win the gold medal for the country, or not let others down.But the gold medal is still too far away for him. Over the past few years, his parents have not been by his side during the competition, and his family relationship has gradually faded.These thoughts were still a little weak in the last 2 minutes when the physical strength was pushed to the limit.

"What do you think about before the game?" he asked again.

Ma Jiabo thought for a moment, and decisively announced four words: "Motherland, Honor, Family, Lover."

Hearing the last word, Du Qingshao caught off guard and choked.He knew Ma Jiabo's girlfriend, the head of the short track speed skating team next door.In private, she yells "Brother Bobo" coquettishly, but in reality she is a short-haired, saucy and fierce woman who instantly disowns her relatives when she puts on her skates, and quickly leaves afterimages on the track.The two have been dating for three or four years. Before Ma Jiabo had an operation, she was with her during the most difficult recovery period. It can be said that the couple has a deep love.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the "five-year single" big pillow in his arms, and his heart skipped a beat in vain.

Ma Jiabo's hearty smile came from beside him again: "Sorry, I forgot that you haven't been in a relationship yet."

"Cut, sports don't need love." With his last stubbornness, he pointed to his right ring finger, "I want to marry the entire ice rink."

"The ideological consciousness is really high." Ma Jiabo commented, patted his shoulder and hugged him closer behind him, and the conversation suddenly changed, "Do you remember what I told you yesterday? When the sky falls, no one will help you, you want Get used to the senior competition early on. From my experience, someone who can reach out to you may motivate you more than a gold medal."

"But I only like gold medals," he muttered under his breath.

Ma Jiabo laughed mercilessly: "Okay, okay, wait until your grand slam brother sticks the gold medal and gives it to you as a wife."

After a pause, he said again: "By the way, also send the video of the competition to the choreographer. Mr. Varys should be able to give you some good advice."

Du Qingshao raised his eyebrows lightly, but did not respond.

Luo Ming had just stepped off the treadmill when he received the message from Du Qingshao.The gym smelled of sweat and his thin panting.Luo Ming covered his face in a towel, sucked his sweat several times, and sat down holding the tablet.

It is a video of the team's internal test, and there is a long paragraph behind it, which seems to be asking for advice very sincerely.Seeing him playing in the familiar Costen, Luo Ming had a rare smile on his sweaty face.

He saw how a shining golden lion cub fought his way out of survival and war and became the leader of the lion empire; he also saw how Beethoven overcame the torment of illness and left an eternal mark on the monument of mankind Pen.There were also his misjudged jumps, where he landed hard on the ice, then picked himself up and continued skating.

Luo Ming buried his face in the towel, and dragged the progress bar to read this passage several times.Axel's triple axel jump in the second half seems to be due to a weekly fall.But soon he got up and stomped his feet on the ice with great reluctance.There was a murderous intent between the low eyebrows, which merged with the cold ice surface.

"Ildeviendraroi." Luo Ming whispered in French - he will become king.

Little Corgi Sean also jumped over with his tongue sticking out, barking in agreement.

Of course, there are still many problems. The control of the second half of the body has dropped significantly. It seems that after reaching the limit of physical strength, there is a kind of quick fix.When the game was over, he stared at the young man on the screen for a moment, thinking in his heart.

A few minutes later, he asked Du Qingshao if it was convenient to make a video call now.At this moment, Du Qingshao was lying leisurely on the bed, and naturally agreed to the request.

Luo Ming briefly commented on the highlights of his performance, and then cut to the point: "Are you a little tired at the end of the free skating? During the music together, there was a lot of rushing to take pictures, and I felt that I couldn't concentrate."

His eyes are indeed vicious, and he can quickly and accurately find problems every time.Du Qingshao rolled his eyes to the sky several times angrily, and denied it flatly: "No, my physical strength is fine."

Sweat dripped down his hair into his eyes, Luo Ming wiped his sweat again, and took a few breaths: "If you have any problems, just tell me, I might be able to think of a solution."

The subtle sound of breathing was sprayed to the ear through the microphone, like a dry autumn wind blowing.He was a little distracted, and looked at the time. It should be past three o'clock in the afternoon in Paris, and changed the subject without a trace: "You should be working now, right?"

Luo Ming could only tell him truthfully that he was still recuperating at home.

What kind of injury can heal for so long?Du Qingshao's curiosity was aroused: "...do you have other illnesses?"

He was stunned by the question, said nothing, and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of business, do you think you have the motivation to support you to complete the competition no matter what when skating?"

"Yes, get the gold medal." His tone sounded very casual.

Luo Ming frowned, and said patiently: "Actually, a gold medal is a very abstract concept to you. Compared to these, I hope you find real life intentions."

"But important people don't come to see my game." He still couldn't help being disappointed when he mentioned this topic, "I will be in France for one stop of this year's Grand Prix, are you coming?"

"Me?" Luo Ming asked in surprise, "Do you want me to come?"

Only then did he realize that he had slipped his mouth, and covered it up with an exaggerated cough: "No, you heard it wrong."

Corgi next to him seemed to understand the words of the people, and screamed, as if he was refuting something.Du Qingshao listened closely, and found that there was a dog barking beside him, as if he had discovered a new world: "Do you have a dog at home? What breed? It's still a puppy when it barks."

It's not that he changed the subject on purpose.He has liked dogs since he was a child, and his hometown raised golden retrievers, but he was abducted before he grew up.It was only later that he learned that those people were dog dealers, who specialized in small bitches in the countryside to keep them giving birth to puppies, and also used various inhuman methods to make a lot of money for themselves.

Thinking about it now, he still feels guilty. He also mentioned this matter in an interview, saying that he plans to raise a dog to make up for his shortcomings after retirement.After training so tired recently, he suddenly discovered a channel for sucking dogs, and he immediately became full of energy: "You can open a video for me to watch."

"Let's finish talking about the competition first." Luo Ming sighed helplessly, and continued to analyze the problems in his music and performance parts.After Du Qingshao listened patiently, he urged him to broadcast live immediately.

"Please wait for a moment." He propped himself up from the ground while leaning on the wall, took a new towel to wipe off the sweat on his body, and went back to the room to find a set of clean clothes.

The butler Eric was waiting outside the door, and couldn't help asking: "Master, if you can go to that boy's game, I will book tickets for you right away. It must be a VIP seat."

Luo Ming's hand stopped, and through the floor-to-ceiling mirror, those ugly scarlet scratches on his body were fully exposed.He closed his eyes and put on his clothes according to his feeling, but he kept replaying the experience of taking the No. [-] loop line yesterday in his mind.With five stations left, I couldn't hold it anymore, and I couldn't control my body's reaction at all. I kept sweating nervously, and felt the burning from my throat to my stomach.If you don't get off early, you will definitely pass out in the subway.

How can this disease be so cured.He took a deep breath and shook his head resolutely: "If I really get sick in the auditorium, it will only disrupt the order of the scene. Similarly, I don't want everyone to know my real situation."

Maybe... he will worry about himself?

The butler didn't answer, and waited silently for him to come out after changing his clothes.On the mobile phone, Du Qingshao couldn't wait to send a video invitation. He looked in the mirror to check whether his face was too pale.His face was a little rosy after exercising, but his hair was wet with sweat, blocking his left eye.

"The doctor said that you should communicate with others more, that boy may help you recover faster." The housekeeper encouraged.

Luo Ming was noncommittal, and swiped the answer button. "Hello~" the other party leaned on the bed and greeted.

He nodded in response, and held the little Corgi between his legs to show him.Sean raised his neck in cooperation and howled, the two short legs in front of him swiped.

"It's Corgi," Du Qingshao's eyes lit up, "What's his name?"

"Sean, this is the French pronunciation; the English name is Sean."

Sounds like a male dog.He added: "I want to see its upturned ass."

Luo Ming couldn't help sighing when he thought of the brat's coquettish operations during the teaching period.But after thinking about it, he still did as he said, put the little corgi who didn't know how to feel serious on the ground, and adjusted the camera. Sean's fat butt was betrayed by the owner.

"Then does it pick up something?"

Luo Ming nodded, handed the phone to the butler, picked up a small yoga ball from the side, and called Corgi to come over, first taught it to smell, and then gave instructions in French.As soon as the ball was thrown, the little Corgi rushed over and snatched the thing back with a snort. "Bongar (good boy)." He patted its head and rewarded it with a pinch of half a sausage.Sean buried his head and began to chatter, eating with gusto.

It's a pity that Du Qingshao couldn't understand the language they communicated with and asked, "Did you speak French just now?"

"Well, Sean is a French dog and can't understand English."

"Then you have to teach him. Next time I come to France to compete, I will come to your house to play with him."

Luo Ming blinked unexpectedly.Seeing this, he said, "You have to take care of him, or I will settle accounts with you."

"Of course." He was a little dizzy after the strenuous exercise just now, looked at the time again, said to take a rest early, and hung up the phone.

Du Qingshao was satisfied with this model of raising dogs in the cloud, and had a good night's sleep refreshed and refreshed.But with the upcoming competition, it is inevitable to be a little nervous.A few nights in a row, I was a little irritable before going to bed, thinking of someone's dog over and over again, and asked him for a dogMV with the cheek.

Luo Ming is recuperating at home and doesn't communicate much with the outside world, so he tries to satisfy his request as much as his ability allows.So the poor little short legs were forced to open for business, sometimes incarnated to eat blogger Cha yogurt, sometimes turned into a perpetual motion machine twisting his ass in the swimming pool, or being bathed in a live broadcast, showing the classic dumbfounded expression pack.Sometimes, because the legs are too short, the owner is buried in the ocean ball and cannot walk.

At the same time, Du Qingshao also discovered a lot of things that had nothing to do with dogs.For example, Luo Ming's house is a luxuriously decorated European-style villa with a private gym, swimming pool and a large garden. It seems to be the young master of a rich family.

Of course there were accidents, for example, Luo Ming had a sudden attack of panic and fell into an uncontrollable panic, so he could only shut himself in a relatively safe space on the top floor, huddled in a corner and endured that cold and desperate time alone.

If he didn't reply to the message for a long time, Du Qingshao also subconsciously wondered what he was doing.Even he didn't realize it, slowly, it seemed that his focus was not only on someone's son.