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"...Louis.&{}.{ggdown}.{}"

'Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! '

'an——! ! ! '

Raising his arms and fingers, An Yi, who appeared on the big screen in the arena, once again caused a 'riot' among the audience.

Outside the protective wall, Ilya Ivanov and Johnny Wasenberg, who were looking at the final score and short program ranking, also saw this scene for the first time.

Although the expression on his face did not change, the divine light in his eyes converged and condensed at the same time. He turned around one after the other, turned his head and looked around, and looked at the head coach, James, who was walking with An Zexian and walking past after making a domineering declaration. Joyce said something to the man.

then.

The first is Ilya Ivanov near the entrance of the athlete's tunnel.

After seeing An Yi's 'statement', he stared and observed An Yi for a full minute, and finally he opened his mouth and said something in a low voice, which attracted the attention of his side to An Yi, thinking What coach Alexei Wilkin frowned, obviously wanting to say something, but he had to stop catching up because he turned around and walked into the passage.

Then there was Johnny on the outside of the protective wall, looking at An Yi, looking at Joyce, thinking about the short program score, and Joyce joking.

Seeing that he first had a serious expression and fell into deep thought, after a while, he lowered his head, clenched his fists, retracted his gaze, shook his head and smiled wryly, for his 'urgency'.

...create opportunities for him, let him be alone with his crush, something will happen naturally?

He swears, at that moment, he really thought Joyce would do that.

But God, after he saw the action of the man on the screen, he returned to rationality and thought calmly, and he was sure that this matter was absolutely impossible.

Because he knew and was convinced that Joyce was not as happy to see the two disciples as lovers as he appeared on the outside.

And, even if he spends more energy on him season after season, he still trusts him more in his heart and prefers his young disciple Louis Watts.Rather than him, a loser who is unstable and needs more guidance and care.

"...Calm, Johnny. You need, more calm, more calm."

Sighing and shaking his head, he suddenly understood a lot. Johnny turned and walked into the athlete's aisle. The main lights on the scene dimmed, and 3 spectators began to leave.

Not far away, on the outskirts of the division, An Yi, who was discussing the progress of the short program and the goal of the free skating with An Zexian and Joyce, accidentally noticed this slightly lonely scene, and immediately reminded Joyce to look over.

Unexpectedly, it was replaced by Joyce's teasing look, and An Zexian's understanding ridicule, which caused him to be depressed and at the same time curiously thought, this reaction could not be that bastard being stupid again, which provoked Joyce and his father right?

However, judging from the situation, it shouldn't be serious, maybe it's just a trivial matter?

After so many years, how could the two patriarchs not know who Hot-Blooded Johnny is?

"Let's go, Comrade Anshen, who set the world record for the short program, should we go back to the backcourt to pack up our things and prepare to go back? Hey!? I said you are getting smaller and smaller, what kind of eyes are that? ?! The skin is itchy again? Come on, if you have the guts, don’t run, don’t run! Father and son stay here to practice!”

While thinking, An Zexian said aloud to calm the nerves, An Yi was stunned, then raised his eyes and sneered, rolled his eyes and turned around and ran away, causing An Zexian to chase after him with a laugh and curse.

Following in their footsteps, James Joyce, who couldn't laugh or cry, worried about the two disciples, prayed secretly while watching, hoping that the senior disciple who had been lost in this youthful relationship would come out as soon as possible.

The reason is very simple. He has already determined that the young disciple who ran ahead did not intend to talk about love in his career. No matter how much love he puts in during this period, he will only be disappointed in the end.

Stadium and hotel, at 2:3 pm on December 12, 14, the first day of the isu Grand Prix finals short program competition ended, after the brief post-match summary press conference, women's singles, men's singles, coaches, took the race The special car provided by the organizing committee returned to the hotel where we stayed.

At 03:30, An Yi leaned on the head of the bed bored after taking a shower, and used a laptop to surf the Internet to pass the time.Looking through the official website of the International Skating Union, looking at Montreal Online, and related news about the Grand Prix Finals, it was time for dinner before I knew it.

That is, at six o'clock, 06:30, watching the number in the lower right corner of the computer screen jump to 36:[-], he changed his clothes half an hour ago, and he was ready to go out. He made an appointment to go to an outside restaurant for dinner, and the guy's phone call.

No one answered the phone calls he made in the past, so depressed he couldn't help thinking, could it be that he was put on a pigeon?Well, from a boy to an adult, this Canadian son of the sun has become more and more courageous.

"Hey, Joyce, do you know where Johnny is? Ho, the ice rink on the second floor of the hotel? Okay, I see. I...dinner? Emmm, of course I haven't eaten yet. Maybe because Johnny is on the ice He was too involved in the field practice, which caused him to forget the agreement with my best friend. Okay, okay, of course I won’t be angry because of this, huh, no problem, I will remind him instead of you.”

At 45:[-], hanging up the call to Joyce, An Yi played with his phone for a while, then closed his notebook, changed his shoes and went out, heading towards the ice rink on the second floor of the hotel for participating athletes.

As for him, after the short program competition at noon today, he felt something was wrong but he didn't think much about it.Now, it's impossible without thinking too much, because the behavior of his best friend, who is closer than a brother, is too weird compared to the past.

Eighth floor, seventh floor, sixth floor, negative one, negative two, stop and go and ask for directions, about 15 minutes, An Yi came to the ice room that comes with the Red Roof Hotel, which is slightly larger than the standard competition venue. field.

However, when he approached and came to the infield, he found Johnny's figure for the first time, and he raised his arm before he could call out.

With a whoosh, it slid past his eyes, the look on the man's face who was practicing jumping movements, and the figure whose upper body was completely soaked in sweat in a white T-shirt was caught by him, which made him restrain his voice involuntarily, and let go of the hand he wanted to wave.

what is this?

This kind of resoluteness, the fire in his eyes is simply shocking, almost making him take this brown-blond man galloping on the ice as another person.

Is this still his familiar friend?Is it, isn't it?It's just that I haven't seen him for half a day. How could he have changed so much? What happened to him? !

chap!

Axel triple axel.

Taking off, spinning, and falling, under the gaze of An Yi at the entrance to the east side of the ice rink, Johnny's smile disappeared, and he disappeared easily.

brush!

thump!

The second time he took off and hooked his hands around, fell on the ice and turned over to stand up, no doubt it must be very painful, but he didn't even stop, and continued to pedal like crazy, speed up, take off, fall, fail, succeed, Practice again and again.

During the repetition, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, and half an hour, An Yi just looked at him like this, ignoring himself and everything around him, concentrating and concentrating on practicing one technique after another. It must be strange and chilling.

The familiar scene reminded him of the Madrid Youth Grand Prix, but the inexplicable emotion in his heart told him that the two were completely different.

Unlike last time, this time it wasn't that Johnny had any conflict with him, but that Johnny saw something clearly.

chap——

Jumping up and spinning again, An Yi, who was standing behind the protective wall on the east side, chose to turn around and leave after closing his eyes and opening them.

He, after watching for so long, although he didn't know what stimulated his friend, he felt his determination through his performance.

You only have figure skating and yourself in your eyes?also good.So he can also... eh? !

Click.

While talking to himself, his ears moved and his eyes flickered, the glass door at the connection between the inside and outside of the ice rink was pushed open, and two male figures with the same blond hair, green eyes and high nose bridge walked in, one big and one small.

In the blink of an eye, after seeing that it was the Russian Ilya Ivanov and his children who came, An Yi didn't understand why he did this, so he braced himself and straightened his back.

The pace of his feet remained the same, and he nodded slightly to the big and small ones who were looking at him while walking. After passing by them, he stretched out his hand to hold the metal handle of the glass door and was about to pull the door out, but his left arm was suddenly squeezed by the Russian man beside him. hold on.

Their bodies shook, and they turned their necks to look at each other. There was an eight-year age difference. The two were legends in the media. It was the first time that they observed each other at such a close distance. They could even see their own reflections through each other's eyes.

It's just that after a long time of silence, 30 seconds and 1 minute passed, Ilya Ivanov, who was holding An Yi's arm, was still so calm, but An Yi's mood fluctuated abnormally and became irritable.He didn't want to delve into the specific reason, nor was he willing to explain it. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, to get out of here as soon as possible.

"what's up?"

Looking down and raising his eyes, An Yi glanced at the palm of the Russian man holding his forearm, frowned slightly, and raised his chin to express his dissatisfaction with a rising tone.

Opposite him, after hearing what he said, Ilya Ivanov accidentally let go and took a deep look at him, then raised his left hand that was holding his arm before, five slender fingers moved and looked away, looking at The ice rink behind another door directly ahead was silent.

Seeing his reaction like this, An Yi was actually very strange, but for some reason, the idea of ​​'leaving here as soon as possible' became more and more urgent.

However, just as he pushed open the glass door with the palm of his hand holding the doorknob and stepped out with his right foot, half of his body passed through the door to the outfield, a string of English with a Russian accent suddenly came from behind him.

After hearing this, he paused and froze in place, his blue eyes widened and shot behind him, once again colliding with the Russian man's dark green eyes and calm expression.

"...Louis Watts, judging by your performance, you should have seen Johnny Wassenberg in an amazing state?"

Flicking the five fingers of his left hand like flicking the strings, Ilya Ivanov's voice seemed to be talking to himself, echoing in this internal and external connection that is only a few meters long and wide.

"I think you must want to know why this happened? It's very simple. After returning to the hotel in the afternoon, I talked to him. As for... what did we say? We said something like you, no commitment, no acceptance, no rejection, The thoughts of a man who is loved but not hated, and from my own experience, told some details that he needs to pay attention to carefully."

"Ah! Speaking of which, I'd like to ask you for myself and for him. Isn't it very amusing to treat people like us this way?"

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