wipe the ice and fire

Seeing the scene in front of him at the ice rink, Luo Ming froze for an instant.After the success of the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Winter Olympics last year, ice sports have become a hot trend in China and have become a good way for many parents to exercise their children's physical fitness.The Hwaseong training hall has also changed its business model, opening half of the time for figure skating enthusiasts to practice, and clearing the venue in the afternoon for athletes to train.

But now, a group of little radish heads are bouncing on the ice, making a lot of noise.

He stood on the sidelines for a while, breathing heavily, and unconsciously retreated towards the door.

"What are you looking at, hurry up and warm up." Du Qingshao had already changed into his skates and stretched his ligaments by putting them on the crossbar on the sidelines.But the posture is really stiff, like a cooked prawn, arched and lying on the pole.

Luo Ming took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust his breathing.After he calmed down a bit, he walked to another row of horizontal ladders, easily raised the footstand to the highest level, and leaned up while holding his ankles.The clothes also tightened with the movement, outlining the soft curve of the hips, and revealing a small white and tender waist.

This flexibility is comparable to the international first-line women's singles, and it can be used as a Bellman.Du Qingshao, who suffers from a headache every time he does Lajin, sees the scene in front of him, and blurts out swear words instantly.

He even suspected that this guy was showing off on purpose, but he moved his legs up a space competitively, grinning in pain.

Finally, he stretched his muscles and muscles, and when he arrived at the home court, he immediately revived with blood, took off his coat and flung it aside gracefully.The tight-fitting black training suit made the boy's figure slimmer, and he also had strong upper arms.

"Let's get started." He gave Luo Ming a look.

A layer of white mist was condensed on the ice, and the cold air rushed up and penetrated into the neckline, and the place where he had sweated was chilly.Luo Ming fastened his zipper, the temperature had already picked up in May, and he was still wearing a heavy windbreaker, which was completely different from Du Qingshao's season.He tried to push back a few steps, and the blade slid on the ice with a rustling sound. After his body warmed up a little, he let out a sigh of relief.

This piece of ice was harder than what he used to, and it was a bit difficult to press the blade. In addition, in order to avoid a child jumping out of nowhere, he was very cautious in every step, looking like a child who had just learned to walk.

With his hands behind his back, Du Qingshao kicked on the ice slowly with his slow speed, and he couldn't help laughing: "I think you are more suitable to be a coach for the children over there. You are definitely the one with five-star praise and paid in five installments. "

Luo Ming couldn't fully understand every word he said, but by observing his expression and tone, he probably knew what this brat wanted to express. "There are too many people here." He looked back and said lightly.

"How many people can there be?" Du Qingshao counted the heads, "You are really demanding."

Before he entered the national team, he had been training in the ice rink of his hometown in the south.At that time, with the momentum of the Winter Olympics, ice sports began to be popularized across the country, which caused quite a boom.But there is an ice rink in the province, and the family dominates. Every time he goes to practice after school, it is often frighteningly lively.

Seeing how he couldn't let go, Du Qingshao thought how useless this [-]-line "choreographer" of unknown origin should be.

Although Luo Ming didn't speak, he had a panoramic view of the little kid's stinky eyes, stepped back a few steps to accelerate, slid to a relatively open position, put away his right floating leg, stored strength in his waist and abdomen, and accompanied his upper body Simple dance moves create a series of arcs on the ice.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he walked around to stand in front of Du Qingshao, slowly opened his arms, and traced a gentle arc with his fingertips.And the combination of arcs on the ice just now is a short sequence of steps from his long program last season.

Whether it is the basic footwork or the more difficult outer hook step and ring step, it has left a clear pattern.Du Qingshao went back and looked at it several times, and found that he couldn't find any major problems, so he curled his lips unwillingly: "It's not bad, but the blade is too shallow and the slide is not smooth. You can tell that you haven't practiced much."

The so-called blade depth refers to the angle with the ground when skating. The blade depth has small friction and fast speed, and the movements are relatively beautiful. It also tests the control of the athlete's waist and legs.It takes years of training and strength accumulation, and he's doing so far.

Luo Ming was noncommittal: "This feeling is like watching you do dance moves."

His voice was very thin, and it took a few seconds for Du Qingshao to realize that he seemed to have been ridiculed.

His anger rose immediately, he slid a few steps forward, and forced the opponent back to the sidelines: "Then you have studied ballet for so many years, and you are so flexible, can you be a Bellman and show me?"

Luo Ming wasn't obviously flustered, he put his hands on his waist, looked him up seriously, and didn't respond.

"Hey, I'll let you talk!" After waiting for tens of seconds, Du Qingshao was very dissatisfied.

"You want to hear what I have to say?" He changed his stance and put one hand on his hip. "You can't learn it even if you do it. What's the point?"

this?Du Qingshao's mouth froze instantly when he wanted to curse - stunned is not enough to describe his expression at this moment.

Countless swear words floated through his mind like a barrage of bullets. He took a few deep breaths before he controlled his emotions: "Flexibility and strength are incompatible things. Besides, why are my movements stiff? Don't believe me, just watch me skating for a while." show you."

Seeing the children on the ice rink, Luo Ming clicked his tongue softly, and slid a few steps forward: "Du, here..."

"Don't make noise, I have a sense of proportion." He glanced back, stepped up and accelerated, went around the sidelines, picked one and then tapped the ice for three weeks (3T) to test his feeling.After confirming that it was correct, he gradually accelerated, turned to a relatively open place next to him, made a small jump with a saber-toothed step, and started to follow the steps with his upper arm showing off.

Seeing him swinging his arms randomly, Luo Ming couldn't help frowning, thinking how such a good choreography could be ruined like this.Poor body control and unrestrained movements will also affect the stability of footwork and overall aesthetics. After being promoted to the group, it is definitely a PCS refugee.

Just thinking about it in my heart, a little girl about three or four years old suddenly fell on the ice not far away, and a boy who looked like a big brother next to her stepped forward to help her, blocking Du Qingshao's skating track .

Luo Ming raised his head and found that he showed no sign of slowing down. He became alert instantly, stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder.In the blink of an eye, the two of them turned half a circle in the air, Du Qingshao was thrown to the side of the baffle, and knocked firmly on it.

The little girl who lay on the ice and witnessed the whole process froze in fright, staring at her round eyes, whining a few times in her throat, and teardrops rolling down.

The eight eyes met, and the four faces were confused.

"Du, you are already a professional athlete, don't you have any sense of danger?" Luo Ming took a lot of effort to stop on the ice, and it was rare to raise his voice, showing the majesty of a teacher.

Du Qingshao rubbed his sore waist, bypassed him and slid in front of the little girl, and took out a few crumpled napkins from his pocket: "I'm sorry, brother just scared you."

The little girl took the tissue and wiped it carelessly, and gradually stopped crying.Du Qingshao said a few more words of comfort, picked her up and handed her to her mother, and turned back to Luo Ming: "It's my fault, I admit it."

Seeing that his attitude was relatively correct, Luo Ming didn't waste any more words. Unexpectedly, as soon as he slid a step, a sharp pain pierced his back, and he knelt on the ice unexpectedly.

A white mist of cold air surrounded him.

"Hello!" Du Qingshao was also taken aback, and blurted out, "Are you touching porcelain?"

He took a few deep breaths, supported his waist and slowly straightened his upper body. The moment he raised his head, his expression was in a trance.

Even the voice in the ears became blurred.The huge ice rink seemed to disappear, and everything returned to the familiar stage. The sound stopped abruptly, followed by another uproar.His heart was beating a little fast, he swallowed a few times, his lips were still dry.

After seeing no response for a long time, Du Qingshao was still a little flustered, and touched his shoulder: "Are you okay?"

He still bowed his head and said nothing.Du Qingshao felt that the matter was a bit tricky, and was thinking about whether to help him, when suddenly a familiar roar came from outside the court.Ye Feihong walked to the sidelines and scolded: "What's wrong with you!"

He could only frantically drag Luo Ming up from the ice.

Luo Ming's heart beat so fast that he became dizzy.He just wanted to get out of here quickly, touched the small medicine bottle in his pocket, slid to the sidelines and reluctantly said it was okay, and hurriedly hid in the bathroom.

He leaned against the wall, unscrewed the cap of the bottle with a lot of effort, and poured a pill into the palm of his hand.But after a few seconds, he still cruelly threw the pill into the sink, turned on the faucet and flushed it down.

He couldn't always rely on drugs, he propped his hands on the marble slab, exchanged a look with the anxious self in the mirror, and stabilized his emotions by his own consciousness.

At the same time, Du Qingshao was taken to the office by the coach.

"I didn't do it on purpose. If you don't believe me, I can swear! If I have the slightest intention, I will be bitten by a dog tomorrow when I go out."

"If you really hurt him, it's useless to be bitten by a dog." The other party spoke earnestly.

His face darkened when he heard it, and his original attitude of admitting his mistake disappeared: "What do you mean, he is the only one who is precious? When I fell like that when I was practicing quadruple jumps, didn't I stand up after slapping my butt?"

"Why do you still have this attitude? If you want to become a master, you must first learn to be a man. I have taught you for so many years, but you still haven't learned how to be a man!" The coach was half-dead with anger, "I plan to treat him to dinner tonight, and you will follow me .”

"I'm not going!" Du Qingshao yelled again.

……

Standing in the corridor, Luo Ming could guess the content of the conversation from the fierce words of the two, and sighed softly.

Maybe we have to change the way of education, he thought.