wipe the ice and fire

After Du Qingshao arrived at the hotel, he was taken back to the room by the team doctor. Jin Cheng was worried and wanted to check his body again.Du Qingshao didn't say much, unzipped Kausten and sat on the bed.

Sitting next to him, Jin Cheng carefully tore off the patch on his shoulder, pushed the bone, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"After taking the medicine, I don't feel anything special."

"Okay." Jin Cheng frowned slightly when he heard the words, massaged the muscles in that area with his thumb, and suddenly exerted force with his palm. Before Du Qingshao could react, he heard the slight crunch of bones, and his body tilted in fright. , pulled the edge of the bed.

"Is my joint still dislocated?" He looked back in surprise.

Jin Cheng shook his head: "It's just a little misplaced, but the ligament is indeed damaged badly. We discussed it with the coach and decided to let you wear protective gear for the competition tomorrow."

Du Qingshao glanced at the flesh-colored shoulder pad in his hand, noncommittal.When he was just discharged from the hospital, he wore protective gear for training for a period of time, because this kind of equipment is fixed to protect the patient's natural state. It is entangled from the scapula to the biceps, and it is almost impossible to lift his hands after wearing it.

Seeing that he was silent, Jin Cheng asked again: "Do you know that your injury is like a gamble, and you may be dislocated at any time due to a technical action. I can't even guarantee that you can finish tomorrow's game. If you still want to play , at least with protective measures."

"Well," he nodded lightly, squeezed the USB flash drive in his pocket, remembered Luo Ming's words, and suddenly smiled, "He's really smart, he even figured out this road for me."

"Who?" Jin Cheng asked back.

"My choreographer." Du Qingshao took out the USB flash drive and shook it in front of his eyes, "Doctor Jin, do you have a laptop here?"

He nodded, got up to get it, and asked, "What is this?"

"The adaptation of the free skating, it is said that there is almost no need to raise your right hand." Du Qingshao held the metallic silver USB flash drive in his palm for a few times, noticed the trademark on it, and unconsciously stopped what he was doing.

Ulwate, Germany's most famous electronics company, is also a supplier of world-class e-sports competitions.Du Qingshao has played games for so many years, so he naturally knows that this brand of products can sell for [-] yuan for a small USB flash drive in his hand.

Yi Luoming's character would definitely not show off his wealth in this kind of place, so in his eyes, this should be his normal consumption level.

Du Qingshao's heart skipped a beat, his mood was more complicated than hearing his bones creaking just now.Using an analogy, if an ordinary person spends about 200 yuan to buy a USB flash drive, his consumption level is [-] times the normal level.

Besides, this is an area he doesn't care about at all, and the proportion of daily necessities should be higher.

Invisible display of wealth is the most deadly.

Touching the trademark on the metal surface, Du Qingshao seemed to gradually understand the meaning of Ye Feihong's phrase "not worthy of him".

Their family is no longer poor, at least they can provide him with carefree learning of figure skating for more than ten years, and they can generously give him 10,000+ watches after winning the competition.But in Luo Ming's eyes, the money was nothing more than a few USB sticks.

It was as if he thought Luo Ming's cumbersome etiquette was ridiculous when dealing with people, but for people in the upper class, this is the etiquette integrated into their consciousness, and it is an insurmountable gap between the two classes.

Jin Cheng handed over the computer to turn it on, let him sit on the side of the bedside table, and helped him get a few needles by the way.

Du Qingshao said thank you, and inserted the USB flash drive into the data port.There was only one video in it, and the moment I clicked on it was Luo Ming's perfect body curve in black training clothes.

The second movement sounded, and Luo Ming slid from far to near, stroking the camera with his slender fingers, as if holding someone's face, and after completing a series of sign language movements, he went away with the gradually calming music, to the ice The center of the field begins to spin.

The pure black training uniform showed that he had only a little left on the white ice rink, but this was particularly eye-catching.The tights outline the muscle lines of his years of dancing practice, and from time to time they rotate to reveal a small section of slender white waist. The golden hair is flying in the air, coupled with the mist on the ice surface, it is psychedelic and real.

"Is this his modified choreography? It feels like there is no change in the movements." Jin Cheng also looked behind.

Du Qingshao tapped the rhythm on the metal shell with his fingers, and squinted his eyes to appreciate Luo Ming's dancing posture: "Then what do you think has changed in the overall sense?"

"...I don't know why I was very moved when I saw it, it was a bit distressing and intoxicating."

"This is the effect he wanted." The music came to an end, Du Qingshao pressed the pause button, stroked the delicate face of the little beauty, and smiled tacitly, "This time he really gave me a difficult problem."

Sonata No. [-], which is the selection of his free skating, was composed at the beginning of Beethoven's hearing loss. It can be said that he licked his wounds with pain, challenged the unfair fate while accepting the facts, and wrote the stave with blood.Luo Ming used his unable to lift his right shoulder to create an ingenious sense of incompleteness in the well-known creative background, bringing the desolate and magnificent beauty to the extreme.

Du Qingshao could indeed see his changes at a glance. Although the details were small, the overall feeling was completely different.

And artistic conception is the most missing part of his performance.

Jin Cheng didn't understand the secret signal between the two, and ate some dog food for no reason. Thinking of the previous interview, he asked suddenly: "Are you going to win the gold medal for him tomorrow?"

"It's not all for him." Thinking of what happened today, he shook his head decisively, "It's for myself first."

Jin Cheng didn't expect him to answer like this. He originally wanted to ask him what he would do if he really took the gold medal, but now it seems unnecessary.

"By the way, why haven't you seen Brother Li Shu?" Du Qingshao didn't reply after a long time, only to realize that there was someone missing in the room.

"He accompanied Ma Jiabo to the hospital."

He nodded knowingly: "Is Brother Ma seriously injured?"

"It's hard to say, at least the ligament he injured before was broken." After Jin Cheng massaged his shoulder, he asked him to raise his arm and put on the protective gear lightly, "In short, it's up to you from now on."

Du Qingshao didn't answer, and tried to move his shoulders. As soon as he lifted his shoulders to a horizontal position, he felt a pull back. The pain made him speechless for a while, and he mumbled.

"If you need to take the computer, you should take it first, but you should listen to the coach and don't touch the Internet now. I think you should know."

"Of course, thanks." Du Qingshao picked up the computer and waved to him with satisfaction.

The team doctor lived on a different floor from the athletes, so he took the elevator downstairs, only to run into the most unwanted figure in the corridor.

Song Tanghao seemed to be waiting for him in the corridor on purpose. When he saw him coming down from the 8th floor, he smiled maliciously: "Why, you ran to the team doctor to steal the computer to play with after you won the first place?"

Du Qingshao just wanted to go back to his room and learn how to dance with the little beauty quietly, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he rolled his eyes in front of him and closed the lid with a touch.

The teacher's flourishing beauty must not be shown to idiots.

"You boasted enough in front of the media today, and you don't even look at how much you can do." Song Tanghao persisted, "I remember that you didn't even have a complete joint music after you were injured in the free skating. Practice it, but don't feel weak when you hear music tomorrow."

"Hehe," Du Qingshao's purpose is not to talk nonsense with idiots, but looking at his face, it is really hard to understand the hatred in his heart, he raised his hand to block his way, and laughed mockingly, "Which ranking are you now? ? Like fifteen?"

"You should know the rules of the World Championships. Even if I win the gold medal, you won't be able to live up to it. In the end, there will still be only two spots. I don't care anyway. When the men's singles is promoted next year, you will be squeezed out." He continued, "So you know why I fought so hard for the third spot. It would be nice not to let you write tens of thousands of words of rainbow fart to make Dad happy, but you are still thinking about how to stimulate me."

"But it's not a bad thing." Taking advantage of his confusion, Du Qingshao went on to make up the knife, "Thank you very much for your persistent desensitization treatment for me until now. Ever since I watched that video, I Instead, you are not afraid of anything. Aren’t you very unstable during the competition? I can also prepare a video for you and buy it on the big screen on the top floor of the commercial building for 24 hours, so that people from all over the country can help you overcome psychological barriers.”

"You...!?" Song Tanghao was bewildered by his sudden language art.

"What are you?" Du Qingshao brushed open the room and opened the door, leaving his last voice, "Be respectful to me, don't embarrass your father by going to the game tomorrow."