ice emperor

With the cruel facts before his eyes, An Zexian felt hurt.

And he felt wronged in his heart, and felt that he had nothing to say.Well-intentioned and well-intentioned to help my beloved son, but in the end it ended in such a "bleak" ending.

Especially when thinking about the child's lukewarm attitude towards him these days.His whole heart was so cold that he wanted to cry without tears.

Is it easy for him?

It was rare for him to be a dictator, and he suffered such retaliation without saying hello to his own brat and discussing about going to school in advance.

Really!Why doesn't this quick-tempered guy think about it, does it still need to be discussed when children go to school and take exams? !

Thinking about these things, he gritted his teeth and stared at the name of the top An Yi for a long time. An Zexian said that he was very, very unhappy now.

As his best friend and brother, An Yi's godfather, Long Jun thought he knew him very well.

After thinking about it, I can understand why he is so obsessed with school, guessing that the biggest reason may come from his own missing campus life.

Looking back, when he first met this person, he was only seventeen or eighteen, and he couldn't even smile.It wasn't until later, when I got to know many brothers and friends, that my personality improved little by little, and became what I am today.

Whether he was pretending or not, and how many factors the mother confessed before she died, it is unknown if he is not the person involved.But this kind of him is at least more like a living person.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, no matter how angry you are, are you willing to deal with An Yi?"

Seeing that the two stood in front of the grade list for a long time, Long Jun raised his hand and held An Zexian on the shoulder, dragging him out of the crowd, to the back row of the classroom against the wall, the two closest to the 'hygiene corner' After sitting down, he persuaded.

"Look at me, you don't know what kind of temper I used to be. After I got married, Xin Yuan couldn't fucking control me, but now Xin Yuan controls me to death. I don't know who this brat is following. He stared at me The breath is so cold that it scares people to death, I am both relieved and reluctant to see it."

Having said that, Long Jun lowered his voice, shook his head with a sigh, and continued after a moment of silence.

"I'm not like you. I don't have a father like Uncle An standing in front of me. I can't retreat even if I want to. If I am not enough, I still have to take care of my son. Why do you treat that kid so much when you treat me? It's not because he is obedient, competitive, and sensible. Does it make me feel distressed? The only thing that comforts me now is that unlike 20 years ago, when reforms were made at the top, Xinyuan has another way to go. Otherwise, my kid might have to be like the two of us back then, kid Serving in the army at a young age, and working step by step to reach my level, can be regarded as a success."

"...Oh, another option?"

"Go to the military academy, leave the army, be selected as a military officer, and then stay abroad for many years like my father, a part-time counselor, and everyone abandons their small family? Let me tell you, Long Jun, if I hadn't known in advance, my old man would be dying soon." After retiring, I will take care of him in charge of establishing a Ministry of Commerce? I have not forgotten how I was trained by him from a young age."

As if being recalled by Long Jun's confession, An Zexian's breath turned cold, and he snorted with displeasure.

At this moment, Long Xinyuan, who went to the school office to help Teacher Ding, followed the head teacher into the classroom, attracting the attention of An Zexian and Long Jun.It also made the two people have different thoughts in their hearts because of him.

As a father, Long Jun is ashamed and owed, and as a godfather, An Zexian is full of emotion and memories.

When he looked at such a great young man in front of him, he couldn't help but think about the past, and wondered which path An Yi would have taken if he hadn't gotten away quickly.

He reckoned that, unlike Long Jun, a tiger dad who had the heart to watch his son endure hardships, even if his kid couldn't avoid this hurdle, he would try every means to let him choose a technical position, and save him from the same situation as they did back then. Yes, living so hard and so tired.

All kinds of hypotheses were spinning in his mind, and each thought came and went, and each difference led to one result. An Zexian himself didn't understand why he thought so much.

Ten minutes later, when he finally came back to his senses and focused his attention on the teacher who was talking about liberal arts and science on the podium, he suddenly lost interest and felt very boring.

On the one hand, it’s because of his own son’s sense of powerlessness that he doesn’t need to worry about anywhere, and on the other hand, because the more he listens, the more he feels that his son won’t need these things at all in the future...

02:30, 03:30, at five o'clock sharp, the parents' meeting started and ended. An Zexian and Long Jun, who learned that Wuyi School would be closed for seven days in a row and planned to make up for his son, chatted about travel plans for a while , drove back to the Capital Stadium, the No. [-] training hall of the figure skating national team, and saw his son who was still training without supervision.

With a sudden pain in his heart for no reason, An Zexian thought to himself, if the child is too lazy to go to school, let him go.Similar to the recent thankless things that affect the relationship between father and son, he will be a pig if he does it in the future!

God knows, his son has spoken less than ten words to him in the past three days, which was unimaginable before.Although he didn't want the child's personality to be incomplete, he was even more afraid that the child would become incompatible with him.

Alas--

Why is he so nasty? !He is not like someone who has always dreamed of being pushed down by his son.

Having made a decision in his heart and let go of his own obsessions, An Zexian instantly felt refreshed and forgot the anger of being slapped in the face by An Yi.

Walking all the way to the protective wall of the ice rink, he looked at his son who had practiced on the ice and jumped around the outside ring, followed by a triple axel on the outside. He was listening to the sound system playing "Jasmine" on a loop, and he was a little curious about his choice. This song is the reason for the slide background.

After observing for a while, watching him skating, raising his hands and throwing his feet, and his immersive performance in harmony with the music, it is inevitable to imagine that he will choose Chinese style for his next season's program, right?

How does this work!

The next season is the most important thing. It involves the Winter Olympics. The style of skating is so good that I am used to it. Why do I have to take risks?It's okay to open up new areas, but why bother putting it this year.

"...An Yi, stop for a moment, Dad has something to ask you."

With a premonition in his heart, he did it when he thought of it. An Zexian followed his intuition and called out to stop the practice on the ice.

Hearing his voice, An Yi, who had just finished a quadruple jump, paused, his gaze turned naturally, and met An Zexian's wry smile in astonishment.

Just when he was about to ask him what he wanted to do again, he saw the man raised his right hand and gestured at him helplessly. After thinking about it, he finally didn't refuse, and obediently stepped on the ice and slid over.

Then, almost the second he slid to the protective wall and in front of his father, his head suddenly sank, and he was immediately held down by his father's palm and rubbed gently.

That feeling was wonderful, completely different from when they were father and son.

To put it simply, although he didn't say a word, he had already predicted in advance what his father was about to say through this movement and the strength of his palm.

"Okay, okay, why are you still angry? Don't be angry, this time it is indeed Dad's fault, and I apologize to you here."

The voice was gentle, the movements were gentle, and the expression on his face naturally showed a kind of love. An Zexian looked into An Yi's blue eyes, patted his head with a smile, and helped him straighten his hands when he retracted his palm. His long hair was drenched with sweat and stuck to his cheeks.

"But you're good enough, kid. To embarrass me, you deliberately took the exam so high? Well done, from now on, you can take care of your studies. I only have one request for you. Take the college entrance examination in [-] and pass the exam. University will do."

"Dad, you—"

"That's all right, all right, I'm wrong, and you're also wrong. Let's stop here, and neither of us will mention it again."

He took the initiative to apologize. Seeing that An Yi still wanted to continue speaking on this 'father-son dispute', An Zexian interrupted his voice with a wave of his hand, and continued after putting an end to this incident.

"Now let's talk about another thing. I think the feeling of having fun when you were practicing just now is not like practicing casually."

"What's the matter, this is trying to change the style of Chinese style skating in the new season? Son, it's not that Dad hits people and is not patriotic. Think about it, in the international figure skating arena, besides the borderline "Turandot", what other routines are there? Appeared, widely recognized music and arrangement with Chinese elements? Don’t talk about "Yellow River", let alone "Kung Fu". There are a lot of skaters in these two sets of programs, but which one has better results?"

"This one……"

It's true.

Even in the world before him, apart from "Turandot" which was a bit of a comforting one, only Chen Lu's "Blessings of Love" has attracted some attention.

After that, it is basically the Chinese people who are self-satisfied, and the quantity and quality are simply indescribable.

Hearing An Zexian's question, An Yi couldn't answer or was unwilling to answer, and responded to his father's kind reminder in a silent way.

As a figure skater, he certainly understands the current situation of the ice world, and knows which program style is more popular with the scoring judges.But didn't he use 'God's Scale'? The effect of absolute fairness is not over yet.

In principle, no matter whether he chooses the Eastern style or the Western style, as long as he skates really well, there is no possibility of not being recognized by the referees.

It's already reached this point, doesn't it mean he still doesn't have the courage to try?

……