wipe the ice and fire

As soon as these words came out, the room became quiet again.Du Qingshao narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and asked, "I'm sorry for what?"

His throat was still swollen, and his voice was lower than usual, revealing an inexplicable alienation and doubt.

Luo Ming lowered his head and staggered his gaze, and it took him a long time to recover his voice: "...You have worked hard in the game, and you still have to worry about my affairs. If it wasn't for me, maybe you would have a better rest."

Afterwards, his voice became softer and weaker, and even his grammar became confused.Illuminated by the light, it looks like an old handicraft for people to watch in a museum, delicate, noble, and full of fragility.

Sudden humbleness is what Du Qingshao hates the most.

But knowing the ins and outs of the matter, I didn't feel so disgusted.He moved his lower lip, controlled the urge to wake up the fool in front of him, and changed to a more gentle wording: "I never blamed anyone for this matter, if you just want to apologize, you can go back immediately. "

After receiving an affirmative answer, Luo Ming mustered up the courage to exchange a glance with him, then cautiously moved half a step forward, blocking the bathroom exit.

"What on earth do you want?" He also took a few steps forward and forced him into a corner, "I don't like people lying to me."

"I'm just simply worried about you."

"Who told you I had a fever?" He asked persistently.

"I..." When mentioning this question, Luo Ming obviously hesitated a lot, and he hesitated to speak. Just when the two were at a stalemate, a familiar voice of conversation came from the corridor.

"It's a good thing I didn't faint in the toilet. I haven't come back for so long. I'm really anxious." Ye Feihong and Pan Lishu looked for him, and when they saw Luo Ming who was also standing at the door, their words suddenly changed, "Teacher, you're here too! ?”

This reaction didn't look like acting. Du Qingshao stared at Ye Feihong for more than ten seconds and asked, "Did you call him here?"

The two shook their heads in denial, and Pan Lishu stepped forward and whispered: "After all, he is only your choreographer teacher, and he is still sick. We must not be so selfish as to let him come here overnight for you."

That's probably what the staff said.Du Qingshao glanced back angrily, and picked up the ID card hanging on his chest.

It was different from the last one, it looked like German, he could only understand the word Zurich, and cursed angrily: "Damn it, how can you get a certificate everywhere?"

Luo Ming let him grab the rope around his neck, noncommittal.Du Qingshao felt a headache about the current situation, and didn't want to bother thinking about it any further. It was a rare time that he chose to give up and walked towards the ice rink.

"You still want to continue practicing?" Ye Feihong stared.

"My body temperature has almost subsided, so leave me alone."

Seeing this, Luo Ming quickly ran after him, and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Du, I think you still have to listen to the coach now..."

"Enough, shut up!" Before he finished speaking, Du Qingshao turned around and slapped his paw away.Originally it was just a light touch, but the other party seemed to have been relieved of all strength, and fell straight to the ground, making an exaggerated sound.

The other two looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Damn, you touch porcelain!" He was also stunned, and forced to explain under the coach's cannibalistic gaze, "I'm still running a fever, how can I have such great strength? He is the one who touches porcelain!"

This fall probably brought back bad memories for Luo Ming. He bowed his head and half knelt on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.Du Qingshao took a closer look again, and saw that his other hand was covering his chest, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Why did you come when your illness came? SF Express didn't come in time for you." He cursed in English with disgust, but he squatted down honestly, lifted his jaw, and tried to observe his face.

Luo Ming's pupils were a little hollow, and his hot and humid snort sprayed on his fingers, as if trying to restrain himself.Sensing Du Qingshao's presence, he also subconsciously shifted most of his weight onto him.

This action gave the heartless little boy an inexplicable sense of responsibility, and he patted him on the shoulder: "Do you need to take medicine?"

He whimpered a few times in his throat.This time Du Qingshao didn't reach out directly, but observed first, saw the small cylinder on the side of the down jacket, and accurately took out the small medicine bottle from his pocket.But this is a public passage, and before the bottle cap could be unscrewed, someone passed by behind him, asking about the situation with concern.Hearing other people's voices, Luo Ming seemed to be even more frightened, and tightly huddled himself into a ball.

Du Qingshao stood sideways to block him behind him, coped with it with a few words of English, and asked again: "Are you all right?"

"A place where there is no one..." He said nonsense intermittently, "...Sorry."

The last time I saw him, Du Qingshao could roughly guess his needs. Looking around, he found that there were people warming up in the two nearby lounges.

"I'll take you back to the hotel first, don't be too nervous." He turned his head and told the team doctor, "Bring me my sneakers."

Pan Lishu nodded in approval, and pulled the disbelieving coach out of the corridor.He said a few words of consolation, and asked the team doctor to help contact the staff. While changing his shoes and sorting out his things, he dragged him up from the ground.

"...I can walk." Luo Ming half-closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to support the wall in a delirious state.

Du Qingshao shook his head, half helped and half dragged him into the car, took out the mineral water in his backpack, borrowed Pan Lishu's thermos, and mixed half a bottle of warm water for him to take medicine.

"Thank you." He was flattered and buried his head in the cashmere scarf.

"It's my bad luck to have a teacher like you." Seeing that his condition had improved, Du Qingshao started cursing again, and after arriving at the hotel, he continued to half-drag and half-help him upstairs, opened the door and threw him on the sofa.

Done!

It was a bit hot in the room, Luo Ming unzipped his down jacket, lay down on the coffee table beside him, and said thank you softly.

After all, people are lazy. The little guy who just raised his neck and yelled that he could practice for a few more hours went back to his room and felt the warm and comfortable air. He felt dizzy for some reason and leaned on the back of the chair After standing for a while, half of the willpower collapsed in an instant.

Seeing the comfortable big bed in front of him, his throat also started to hurt.

Willpower Reading Bar: -99%

Not reconciled, he gritted his teeth and insisted: "I will continue to train, you can find a place to stay."

"Your situation is no better than mine. Since you are going back to your room now, you should rest." Luo Ming raised his wet eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head guiltily, "Sorry, I always drag you down your business."

He blinked when he heard the words, and after savoring it several times, he finally heard the deep meaning of his words, and rushed forward to lift his chin: "Damn! This is your purpose, right?"

"what……"

"Still pretending!" He was so angry that he almost pinched the little beauty's chin and tortured him to extract a confession, "I don't like people lying to me, you are wasting my trust in you!"

"No, I'm really sick." Luo Ming bravely met his eyes, the water-blue pupils seemed to be covered with mist.

He himself could not explain the mechanism of this disease.The accident he witnessed a week ago almost coincided with what he experienced, and gave him a fatal blow without preparation.In the past few days, his mood has not been stable. Hearing that Du Qingshao, who is far away in Switzerland, had a high fever before the game, he blamed himself and cried at home, and finally came here desperately.

Of course, he didn't dare to deny that the half-hour just now had elements of acting along the way—as long as the kid was a little more obedient, he wouldn't make such a bad move.

After all, before he got sick, he was a ballet dancer who had taken acting lessons seriously. Even if he didn't perform on stage for a year, it was more than enough to scare a kid.

But Du Qingshao didn't pay attention to the intention at all, and was so angry that he almost kicked someone, but found a dark stain on the knee of Luo Ming's navy blue suit pants.Seeing this, he frowned, wiped it with his finger, brought it under his nose, and smelled a faint smell of iron rust.

It is estimated that the place where it was injured before was cracked again.

"You really spared no expense for acting." He let go cursingly, turned around and took out hydrogen peroxide and gauze from the big backpack, and threw them on the table, "Take care of yourself."

Luo Ming didn't speak anymore, thinking that it might be more convincing to let him see the wound, so he could only continue playing tricks, silently lifting his trousers and pouring hydrogen peroxide on it.Although Du Qingshao was angry, he still couldn't help but look back, only to find that the legs of the little beauty were so well-proportioned, exuding a warm jade color under the light, and it felt cold to the touch from a distance.

Who doesn't want to find something cool to hold when they have a fever?The dangerous thought lasted for a few minutes, Du Qingshao forgave him in a daze, but he was unwilling to be deceived in vain, so he followed the plan, and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed "violently".

"What's wrong with you?" Luo Ming became nervous instantly.

"I just talked to you so much, I'm so dizzy." He wobbled around a few times, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down wearily, "The game will be held the day after tomorrow, so I can't take a lot of antipyretics..."

Having said that, he deliberately paused, and cast a hurt little look at the other party.

Sure enough, before he finished treating the wound, he put down his things, walked over slowly holding the long table: "Do you need to call the team doctor?"

"It's useless for him to come." Du Qingshao shook his head helplessly, then raised his head and said, "However, there is actually another method I haven't tried."

"Then what can I do for you?" Luo Ming's eyes became more earnest.

He was noncommittal, took out a bottle of 95% alcohol from his bag, weighed it in his hand a few times, and calculated clearly: "I have a bottle of 500ml high-strength alcohol here, add about 1000 to [-]ml of warm water to make dilute alcohol. Solution, and then help me wipe off my body."

Luo Ming hesitated for a moment, but still took the bottle of alcohol: "...Okay."

"However, you may have to touch some more private places, such as chest, groin and so on." He pretended to be embarrassed and smiled, but he lifted up his training clothes shamelessly, exposing his tight abdominal muscles.

"!" Luo Ming was quick-witted, grabbed the medicine bottle and hurriedly slipped into the toilet.

"Hehe~" Du Qingshao finally couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw him running away. Sports stickers, lying contentedly on the big bed and waiting for the loving service of the teacher.

Is it true that figure skaters have never learned to perform?I will fight with you today!

He, Du Qingshao, is No. 1 in the eastward expansion of contemporary western learning, learning from "barbarian" skills to control "barbarian".

After dawdling in it for a few minutes, Luo Ming came out slowly with a washbasin in his hand, and asked embarrassingly, "Can I wash it myself?"

"No." He frowned, covered his mouth and coughed twice, "You're right, I really can't train now, the fever is too uncomfortable."

His eyes were bloodshot, and even the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were flushed red.Especially the light red circle around the neck, with the strenuous swallowing, the Adam's apple rises and falls between the well-defined neck, like a coquettish little milk dog, pure and lustful.

Luo Ming's heart softened, he could only let go of his conservative habits, fished out a towel from the washbasin and wrung it dry: "Close your eyes."

"En." Du Qingshao replied, pretending to be obedient and closing his eyes.The warm temperature with the slightly pungent smell of diluted ethanol fully mobilized his senses of touch and smell.As soon as the soft towel was wiped across his forehead, he could feel a tingling coolness, instantly bringing the little boy back to life.

"It's much more comfortable, the teacher is awesome~" After wiping his forehead, he couldn't wait to squint his eyes and throw a wink.

"Close your eyes." Knowing that his face was probably red, Luo Ming turned his head away to avoid suspicion.

This kind of reaction gave him a sense of purposeful achievement, and he lifted up the hem of his clothes to pursue the victory: "There is also the abdomen and chest. I need to wipe it a few times here, and the effect of reducing fever is the best."

Because he has exercised since he was a child, he has developed very strong abdominal muscles, but he is different from exaggerated muscular men. His thin figure and clear lines give people a delicate and well-proportioned texture, and even the belly button in the middle exudes temptation. There is also a large cyan birthmark on the left abdomen, which is irregular in shape and extends to his groin, half covered by pajama pants.

After seeing his body clearly, Luo Ming blinked slightly, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Don't be shy, everyone is a man." Du Qingshao teased, stroked down the line of the abdomen with his finger, and poked the blue thing, "Are you looking at it?"

Luo Ming turned his head away.

"It looks artistic, like a big potato." He squinted his eyes maliciously, "Do you want to see it, teacher?"

Of course he refused, but before the words could come out, Du Qingshao had already grabbed his hand, and the other hand slid down along the bluish mark of the birthmark, hooked the edge of the pajama pants, and teased him vaguely. After a while, his little Xiaoshao was about to be invited out.

Luo Ming, who had the misfortune to witness all of this, blushed completely, and threw the towel into his hand: "You can wish for happiness!"

Seeing the angry and shy look of the little beauty, Du Qingshao felt the bad breath just now, grabbed the towel with a smile on his face, and picked up his pajama pants to wipe it in without hesitation.

So far, the battle between movie stars has evened out.But it turns out that the thick-skinned win the world.

Du Qingshao wiped the other places by himself, then left the aftermath work to Luo Ming, covered himself with a quilt refreshed, and prepared to take a nap.

"By the way, what do you do at night?" Hearing the rustling sound from the bathroom, he still asked.

"Find a hotel nearby, there is always a place to sleep."

"Didn't your butler come with you?"

Luo Ming shook his head, hesitated for a moment and said: "...Actually, I don't really like him by my side."

"But you are still sick, and your knee is broken again. Are you not afraid of accidents if you run around by yourself?" Du Qingshao asked him seriously.

"Didn't I also come to China alone to choreograph for you?" He retorted seriously.

Du Qingshao was silent for a while, rolled up a quilt and looked sideways at him: "Why don't you stay with me tonight."

"what!?"

"Why, can I molest you if I burn like this?" He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "I read in the book that if a patient like you spends the night in an unfamiliar environment, it may become an inducement for a panic attack. I took you in for a night out of kindness."

"Are you still going to read the book?" Luo Ming missed his focus and was flattered for a while.

"Think of it as expanding your knowledge." He spread his hands smugly, and patted the half-empty bed behind him, "I, Du Qingshao, are unpretentious. Although the organizing committee assigned me a two-meter bed, I'm used to only Sleep halfway. If you are sleepy, there is still a quilt in the closet, just sleep next to me."

Of course, Luo Ming couldn't just share the bed with someone else, but he was too embarrassed to refuse when he heard his affirmative tone, and just said, "I'll stay and take care of you for one night."

"Aha?" The kid with a hippie smile was suddenly stunned—since he entered the national team, the word "care" has become very distant in his memory.

At that time, his mother did not support him in taking a career path, and there was a time when the family was noisy.Later, he went skating as he wished, but his parents have their own careers, and apart from calling him a few times a month, they rarely have the opportunity to meet, and they don't even have time to watch his games.

Since he was 13 years old, he has learned to be independent and bear everything by himself.Hearing Luo Ming say such a sentence today, he really felt vaguely wanting to be taken care of.

It's over!It must be that my clever little brain was burned out!

Du Qingshao was heartbroken and covered half of his face under the quilt.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Ming reached a consensus by default, went to the entrance and turned off the lights in the toilet and hallway.The room darkened in an instant, he took a breath uneasily, and walked to the bed to turn off the bedside lamp, but when he stretched out his hand, his fingertips froze unconsciously.

"If you are afraid of the dark, don't turn off all the lights." Du Qingshao quickly noticed his strangeness, "I can sleep with the lights on."

Luo Ming didn't expect him to see the clues, he groaned softly, looked him up a few more times, sat back on the sofa, and quietly dimmed the lights by two bars.

Du Qingshao's sleep quality is indeed enviable. Within 10 minutes, his well-proportioned breathing could be heard in the quiet room.Luo Ming didn't know what to do, he took out a small kindle e-book from the small bag he carried, and continued to read his beloved Romeo and Juliet.

Although he said that he only slept on half of the bed, Du Qingshao turned over at some point after he fell asleep, and his sleeping position became more and more wild.When Luo Ming finished reading a chapter intensively and looked up at him, the little brat had already occupied the entire bed in all directions.

Lying on his back, with his left hand hanging on the pillow, and a small brown gourd tied with a red string, it was exactly the same as Xiao En's sleeping position when he first came home.

Luo Ming secretly raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that he is clearly a child, and he always talks about how strong he is.

Fortunately, Du Qingshao didn't hear this sentence, otherwise he would be sober immediately.Luo Ming glanced at him a few more times, then buried himself in the book and continued to read. After an unknown amount of time, the little boy on the bed suddenly made a sound.

"Cough cough..." He arched his body and coughed several times, and opened his eyes half asleep, "I want to drink water."

Out of an instinctive reaction, he spoke Chinese directly, lying on the bed for a while before realizing that the guy in front of him was a foreigner, and took a light breath: "Iwanttodrink..."

When he just woke up, his voice was extremely hoarse. Seeing this, Luo Ming hurriedly said, "I understand. You lie down and rest, and I'll pour it for you."

After speaking, he walked towards the entrance, opened the kettle, but found that the water in it was already cold.

He suddenly blamed himself, and couldn't help but laugh at himself for not having the talent to take care of people. He hurriedly picked up the kettle to pour water, and explained, "The hot water is gone. I'll cook it for you. Wait a minute."

"Well," Du Qingshao uttered a syllable with a nasal voice, turned on the phone and checked the time, "It's past 12 o'clock, why don't you take a break?"

"You don't have to worry about me," he leaned over to look for mineral water in the cabinet, and said lightly, "I'm used to staying up late."

Du Qingshao lay on his side on the bed, blinked thoughtfully when he heard the words, picked up the thermometer on the bedside table and tested the temperature on his forehead - it dropped below 38 degrees.

"I have a fever." Regardless of the dizziness in his brain, he lifted the quilt and walked towards the suitcase, and found a T-shirt.

Luo Ming's eyes followed him all the way.

"I'm sweating a little, change my clothes." He explained casually and walked into the bathroom.When he came out, the water just boiled, Luo Ming carefully mixed it with cold water, tested the temperature of the cup wall before handing it over.

"Thank you." After taking it, he divided it several times and slowly drank the whole glass of water. Seeing the puddle of water spilled by Luo Ming's shaking hands by the pool, he laughed dryly.

Luo Ming raised his head suspiciously: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, but it's interesting to see the teacher's way of taking care of people even though he doesn't know anything." He put the empty cup on the table, leaned over to block the person at the edge of the pool, and smiled, "I heard Teacher’s house is a sports betting business?”

"You know that?" Luo Ming was caught off guard by the question, and nodded while avoiding his gaze, "Yes, but the company is managed by my father and brother, and I didn't intervene."

"Then do you have a figure skating competition?"

"In recent years, it has begun to be involved, and more events such as football and horse racing."

Du Qingshao nodded knowingly, and leaned his body a little closer: "I guess when your company calculated the data, it must have never thought that I could squeeze out so many world famous players to enter the finals."

"...I don't know about this." Luo Ming couldn't tell what he meant by saying this.

"So, no matter how much data is analyzed, there will always be accidents in every game." Du Qingshao brushed his arm with his fingers, propped it on the marble slab, and glanced at him temptingly, "Teacher, would you like to play with me?" Shall I bet together?"

"But if your fever doesn't go away..."

"Of course, I won't use my body to gamble with your fearful four minutes. I'm betting on another thing." He rushed to interrupt, and then paused again.

"The reason why small-probability events are regarded as miracles is because they can always survive at the last moment."