wipe the ice and fire

The opening remarks did not go well.

As soon as he woke up the next day, Du Qingshao was given a full brainwashing package by his coach.After the training started, the coach made an appointment with the foreign teacher earlier and apologized for Du Qingshao, saying that the child is still young and straightforward, but he has a good heart; more importantly, he can speak fluent English to ensure smooth communication. obstacle.

When I arrived at the gym, it was noisy, and the morning training was not over yet.Ye Feihong wanted to reach out to open the door, but he stopped him: "Give me some more time to observe."

He believes in his own judgment more than the evaluation of others.Before the head coach could say anything, he was already lying on the glass window of the wooden door and began to locate the target.

Du Qingshao was doing basic training, with his right foot floating and his left knee slightly bent, jumping and landing, jumping and landing, completely immersed in his own world.Although the movements are mechanical and boring, he still maintains his posture without knowing how many times he jumped, which is completely different from his teammates with hippie smiles on the treadmill next to him.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable coolness on the back that was sweating from the heat.He stopped and tugged at the neckline to breathe, then turned around and looked in the direction of the door.

Sure enough, there was a furry golden guy on the door!The two looked at each other unexpectedly, and the aqua-blue eyes of the little foreign teacher even shone with a crystal luster.

"Damn..." This time it was Du Qingshao's turn to be frightened, and opened the door cursingly.Sweat was dripping all over his face. He wiped the sweat off his neck with his wristband, lifted his wet bangs, raised his eyes, and shouted aggressively, "Would you like peach?"

"Du Qingshao!" Ye Feihong stopped him and winked secretly.Under the cannibalistic gaze of the coach, he rolled his eyes reluctantly, went back to the house, put on a coat, and said angrily, "Come with me."

The foreign teacher silently followed behind into the dance classroom without saying a word.There was a brief silence in the room. He took the lead to break the deadlock, unbuttoned the coat, took out the business card in the inner pocket and handed it over: "Before that, please allow me to formally introduce myself."

【Luo Ming/LuoMing】

【Lumi Varis / Lumi·Varis】

A close friend of the famous figure skating choreographer Ciceline, principal dancer of the Pfeisna Ballet.

In fact, Du Qingshao had already touched the other party's bottom, glanced at him casually, and asked, "You still have a Chinese name, and you can speak Chinese?"

Luo Ming shook his head in response.He clicked his tongue in his mouth: "I know who you are, there is no need to accept this thing."

"A business card can reflect the willingness to respect and cooperate, and it is the most basic social etiquette." Luo Ming retorted calmly, "As your teacher, I should be able to get the approval of my students, right?"

This is the rhythm of wanting to push the nose on the face.Du Qingshao gritted his teeth angrily again, he managed to sneak into the echelon of seeded players, how could he see such an [-]th-tier choreographer of unknown origin.

But thinking of the coach's brainwashing package, a chief dancer like Luo Ming is not low in foreign society, if he really loses his popularity, his reputation will be in vain.After weighing it again and again, he still took the business card and put it in his pocket irritably.

"Didn't you learn ballet? Why do you want to meddle in my affairs." He turned and sat on the ground with a questioning tone, "Figure skating also has continuous steps, three turns, Mohawk, twirl...these steps How many do you know?"

He had just finished his physical training, his breath was not steady, sweat was dripping from his thin neck, his Adam's apple rose and fell with a slight panting sound, and he had a sexy and flamboyant unique to his age.

Luo Ming frowned slightly, selectively ignoring the first question, and just said, "I know it all."

The tone is flat, and there is no emotion.Du Qingshao saw that he only had one expression from the beginning to the end, and felt confused and bored, so he snorted: "Then show me the ice skating section later."

"Let's start discussing the song selection first." He was noncommittal, and took a few steps forward to sit cross-legged.But there was still a full distance between two people, sitting opposite him as straight as plaster.

As mentioned before, Du Qingshao’s free skating this season will continue to use last season’s song "Praise of Beethoven", but because of the need to make changes in the composition of the difficulty of promotion, the short program is planned to be arranged in jazz style. Custom.

Seeing this, Du Qingshao could only pretend to cooperate and took out his mobile phone and slid it to his side: "I have two alternative tracks, the coach told you to listen to them first."

The music started quickly, and the two songs were the original soundtrack of "SensitiveKind" and the movie "2046".It is a soothing and provocative light rock style. Du Qingshao has listened to it dozens of times before, but he seems a little tired and has not concentrated his attention.

The music stopped abruptly, and only the breathing of the two people remained in the empty classroom.After waiting a few seconds for no response, he asked angrily, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Your thoughts are more important than mine." Fang Zheng said.

"You are a dancer, shouldn't you be blingbling when you hear the music?" Du Qingshao curled his lips and asked vehemently.

Hearing this, Luo Ming lowered his eyes, recalling the details he observed just now.His hair color is very special. If you look closely, it is not pure golden, but has an orange luster. The hair is curly and slender, and it hangs softly on the top of his head, like an elf in a fairy tale.

Seeing him falling into autistic state, Du Qingshao felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and wanted to laugh for some reason.

"You seem to be more inclined towards story-based songs." After a long while, he finally looked up, and the pair of water-blue eyes hidden under the high browbones froze, "The songs that were played just now are sexy and mature, and you can understand it." It's more difficult and less interesting, right?"

The voice was not loud, but Du Qingshao was taken aback.Indeed, this is what he selected from the classic song library after being listened to countless times, which is far from understanding the music and slipping out the perfect PSC (program content score).

Unexpectedly, it was seen in just a few minutes.He frowned slightly, and asked unexpectedly: "Then do you have any recommended songs?"

Luo Ming turned his head, taken aback.

"There is a specialization in art." He crossed his legs and said lazily, "Besides, you should know the importance of the competition repertoire. I have to listen to it thousands of times every season. If you don't choose what I like, That's noise pollution."

Luo Ming was noncommittal, and searched silently in his mind: "... To be honest, I think there is a piece of music that suits you very well."

He only said half of it, and then there was no more. "Release it if it suits you!" After waiting for a long time, Du Qingshao became impatient.

"Okay, wait a minute." He looked for the music - it was an episode of the fairy tale movie "The Little Lion King", and Du Qingshao's eyes lit up when he heard the brisk percussion of the prelude: "That's it, I like it! "

The other party's eyes fell on the ground and ignored him.He had to listen patiently, and then interrupted eagerly: "I think it's okay. The rhythm is strong, the story is widely circulated, and it is easy to resonate with the judges and audience."

"But the rhythm is a bit fast," Luo Ming reminded him, "Do you know what this means?"

He deliberately left a pause, wanting the other party to experience it for themselves.Unexpectedly, Du Qingshao squinted his eyes, and asked back: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Thinking of yesterday's episode, he was still a little hesitant, and he was stared at for a long time before he opened his mouth: "The fast-paced track is a test of the player's psychological quality and skills. If you fail the first jump at the beginning, it is easy to disrupt the rhythm and lead to a series of jumps in the future." Mistake."

"So, you think I'm not good enough?" Du Qingshao stood up from the ground and looked down condescendingly, "I'm the silver medalist of this year's World Youth Championship, and you actually say I'm not good?!"

"I'm just talking about the facts, from the data..."

"Shut up!" He immediately became angry and interrupted furiously, "Is my skating skill so bad in your eyes? I am representing the national team to compete now, and I can't even do a quadruple jump. Am I ashamed to go out?!"

Obviously a few minutes ago, it was this furious little kid who told him to "speak straight up", why is he scolding so fiercely now.Luo Ming was a little confused by what he said, lowered his head and blinked.

He refused to let go, and said: "Didn't you just say that you can do all kinds of footwork, so let's skate."

Meeting his provocative gaze, Luo Ming pursed his lower lip.

"uh-huh?" Du Qingshao raised an eyebrow at him, crossed his arms in front of his chest, flexed his muscles, "Go out of the ice rink, turn right and go straight, I'll wait for you there first."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers provocatively.Seeing the door being closed, Luo Ming stood up from the ground with a sullen face, and rubbed his temples helplessly.It's not because of the child's bad temper, but because of his devilish accent.

From the very first sentence when they met, he should have realized that he could not hope for the "fluent oral English" that Ye Feihong swore.

Du Qingshao hadn't touched English for a long time, and he didn't open his mouth when he read the words, and his tone was very strange.However, the rhythm was as fast as a march, and it was gurgling for a while, but it ended before he could react.

It is said that three miles have different tunes, and ten miles have different sounds. Luo Ming has traveled to many countries in Europe. He has never seen any kind of accent, and he has never seen such an accent.

It's like playing the violin like sawing wood.

He sighed, took out the earphones, switched to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Suite to wash his ears, and walked out of the classroom slowly.