ice emperor

"...I, I'm sorry."

Crying in a low voice did not last long, and Cindy Celaya, a girl who has always been strong and self-reliant, quickly recovered herself.

"I swear this is the last time I cry because of this incident. From today on, no one! Neither the goddamn head coach nor Walter the bastard wants me to shed a tear!"

Wiping away her tears, she let go of Johnny's arm. The girl sniffed her nose hard and left the bench with her legs. Accompanied by a gust of breeze blowing across the surrounding green space, she turned and smiled and announced to her two friends.

"I've decided, Johnny and Louis! Since one of them doesn't need me, and the other doesn't like me, I'll give up on them too. I'm going to give up pair skating and practice singles instead! I don't rely on my male partner, I only rely on myself Work hard! Continue to walk on this road! The candidate for the coach...I plan to ask Joyce! Maybe it won’t be long before I become his student.”

"what----?!"

At fifteen o'clock and sixteen o'clock, the scene that happened during the break between training sessions in the afternoon, nearly two hours have passed.

Fortunately, An Yi said that since Johnny returned to the ice rink to resume training, he has been a little absent-minded.Especially when Cindy's family rushed to the ice rink and called James Joyce away to start a private discussion, he looked in the direction of Joyce's office from time to time, waiting for the final result of this matter.

Perhaps because of the change in his relationship with Cindy, he is now very concerned about the future of his childhood sweetheart.Of course, I really hope that she can also become Joyce's student, and the two have more overlaps in their lives since then.Whether it is life, study or training, they can talk about many topics, which can be said to be quite beneficial to the couple relationship they just pointed out.

"Hey Johnny! You're going to hit the wall!"

There was a muffled bang, the reminder from An Yi, but it still didn't change the result.

Johnny Wassenberg was in a daze while gliding, unfortunately bumped into the protective wall of the ice rink, and sat down on the hard ice. His mental state was finally concentrated under the influence of pain.

Glancing at him, An Yi was too lazy to go over to get the 'sour smell of love', and turned and slid away after finding that he was not injured.Continue to make various movements on the ice and outline the prototype of his short program.In the process, I did not forget to make a few sets of rotations, and by the way, complete the daily tasks released by the system today.

Swish.

Swah——

Swing arms, stretch, press steps, open.

Afterwards, it is better to take a bow step, doesn't it feel better?

That's right, you can't forget to lower your waist as much as possible while gliding in Baobu.

Constructing the program action in his mind, An Yi's left foot was bent in front of his knee, his right foot was stretched behind his right leg.The two feet are opened [-] degrees to the left and right, forming a movement similar to a big step, but the two feet are not on the same line.Immediately after the upper body, she leaned back, spread her arms and continued to slide, maintaining the movement for four or five seconds, completing a perfect backward Ina Bauer step.

Standing up straight, he completed the take-off with his left foot still and his right leg spinning towards the air at the end of the bow step.Arms crossed in front of the chest, the body rotated for two and a half weeks when it was lowered, followed by an Axel two-step jump, and when the outer edge of the right foot slipped out after landing steadily on the ice, it continued to let itself do a one-and-a-half character step.

After that, he kicked off the ice and changed his feet, adjusted his posture a little, and then controlled the technical movements and started to rotate.

One foot landed on the ice, his body formed a squatting position, and the other leg was stretched forward to keep it in the air. After one lap, two laps and three laps, after a full eight laps, he changed his foot again and continued to turn, this time changing to the one that landed on the ice before. Change the position of the leg, put it on the knee of the other leg, and then carry out this action.

"Oh! Cindy, Cindy! You're back at last! How's it going? Joyce Tat- oh oh oh! So good so good so good!"

Just as An Yi moved one by one to make up the short program, Johnny Warsenberg, who had been waiting for something on the ice rink, yelled.

When An Yi also stopped and slid to look over, he happened to bump into the scene of the girl nodding, the boy shouting excitedly, and the smiles of Joyce and Cindy's family watching from the sidelines.

Looking at the scene in front of him, and listening to the voice of his good friend, it was not difficult for An Yi to understand that the head coach James Joyce had agreed to the request of the opposite sex friend Cindy Celaya to switch to his school and change the women's singles.

And he estimated that the reason why Joyce would agree this time could have something to do with him.Don't forget, he will be returning to China in a few months. Even if he continues to return to Canada for training every year, Joyce still has a lot of time to spare, and he is fully able to lead an extra student.

"Okay boys, you've got a new mate. Okay, okay, this is bullshit, just pretend I didn't say it. But you still have to remember, starting next week, Cindy will officially join us , to study with you. In the past few days, she will first sit in and adapt."

Taking advantage of the time when the two disciples stopped practicing, Joyce gathered people together and gave a relatively formal introduction.

In fact, it was unnecessary for him to do this. Johnny had already hugged the girl, and even An Yi leaned forward under the call of the two, and sent his welcome and blessings by hugging .

After all this was done and a few words were exchanged, Cindy's family members left in peace. The three boys and girls got together to have a conversation, and separated again under Joyce's urging.They each resumed training after skating on the ice, but the thoughts in their hearts were completely different from before.

Montreal, Canada local time, March [-], [-] at [-]:[-] pm.

March [-], [-], Beijing time, at [-]:[-] in the morning.

An Zexian, a 36-year-old middle-aged man, kissed his sleeping wife, got up, washed, and came to the living room.He picked up the phone and dialed the most familiar string of Arabic numbers, and got through the phone connecting himself and his son, overseas and domestic.

While waiting for the call to connect for a few seconds, he leaned back on the sofa and cleared his throat, staring at the corner of the living room, the group photo on the wooden cabinet, with a soft expression and memories in his eyes.It wasn't until he heard a hello from the receiver that he quickly regained his composure and straightened his back. While speaking, his whole body was lifted up.

"Son, I'm still my father today. How about it, are you disappointed?"

The tone was joking, and An Zexian sent his greetings to his son who was far away at his father-in-law's house in Montreal, Canada, with a tone that should never appear on a father.

"How is it, son, how are you doing today? You know, dad is very busy recently. He has nothing important to do. He can only ask you to pass the time. Your mother won't talk to me."

While speaking, he raised his legs and raised his chin to look at the reflection on the coffee table for a while. After finding that the stubble was cleanly shaved, he listened to his son's helpless sigh on the phone, and repeated his smirk twice.He has no self-consciousness as a father at all. It is no wonder that the older generation in the family will put the adjective 'not in shape' on his head.

"Ah? Your mother? She's still asleep. You know, your mother always wanted a daughter."

"..."

"What? Isn't this what a father should say to his son? Heh, what virtues do you have about your father? It's not like you didn't see it when Clark and your grandfather made things difficult for me."

"..."

"Okay, okay, okay. Dad won't bother you today, so I'll just chat with you for an hour at most, okay? Huh? You mean Swan Lake White Swan? I'm going to make up a short program, and the specific requirements have been sent to my mailbox Is it? Wait for a while, Dad will go to the study to turn on the computer and call you at the extension, if you have any requirements, you can talk directly later. "

After laughing and arguing with his son on the other end of the phone, An Zexian, who was less and less sitting on the sofa in the living room, suddenly lifted his spirits.

When he confirmed his son's words through the receiver, he immediately sat up straight and explained a few words to hang up the phone.He went straight to the study room that he seldom entered recently, turned on the computer, logged in to the mailbox, clicked on the email, and did not forget to call his son again through the extension phone.

How long has it been?

From Chinese New Year to now, how long has it been since you haven't done anything serious?

damn it!

If it weren't for those old bastards, who couldn't even arrange a decent athlete, why would he be so idle? !Every day, he, a big man, not only has nothing to do, but also spends molesting his son all day long as a treat.He himself is very helpless, and he doesn't want to be like this, okay?

"...Hey son, Dad has already read the email. Your request can be summed up in the following terms: be romantic, high-end, appealing to both elegance and vulgarity, and not gaudy, right?"

Holding the phone receiver by his ear with one hand, and controlling the mouse to browse emails with the other, An Zexian summed up all his son's requirements for short program music in a few words and succinctly.

During this period, he actually wanted to laugh very much.

The reason is that there are a lot of emails from his son.Most of the content describes the music atmosphere, such as like, quiet, melodious, melodious, and soothing rhythm. Not only is it long-winded, but the expression of words is also somewhat inaccurate.

Well, as a good father, he has the responsibility to teach his children.But considering his son's self-esteem, he finally gave up on this tempting idea.

This is not doting, it is entirely his kindness as a loving father who considers his little boy to be away alone.It's not the kind of morbid love that has no lower limit and can hold and never let go. With the education and personality he has received since childhood, he can't do it at all.

"That's it? As long as the main theme remains the same, it can be greatly adapted and re-created, right?"

"..."

"It's better to do it within a month? It's okay, anyway, Dad is very busy recently, so I might as well help you with this. Hey, right! What will happen after it's done... Forget it, don't you want to be a dad?" Ask. So let’s do that for today? Look, son, I’ll leave the composition of your short program to Dad!”

At [-]:[-] in the morning, it was unusually fast, ruthless, and accurate.

On the phone, An Zexian's son was stunned, and hung up the phone before he could say goodbye.Sitting on the seat, looking at the time displayed on the lower right corner of the computer desktop, concentrating on silent calculation and planning for a moment, turning off the computer and standing up, ready to change clothes and go out.

He has already thought of how to do what his son asked him to do.Even if you haven't started yet, you are very confident in the finished result.

There is no other reason.

As a coach of the national figure skating team, even if he is not good at arranging music or choreographing, he knows a lot of friends.Among them there are even experts in certain fields, such as the best friend who has the closest relationship with him, who is not a brother but a brother, and his wife who teaches music at a normal university.

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