ice emperor

Practice, rest, keep practicing.

Day after day, An Yi tirelessly repeated this process.

In a more specific description, the process is: get up before [-]:[-] in the morning, wash and eat breakfast from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-].At [-] o'clock, we officially set off from the ice rink, and started running in the community park near the ice rink for morning exercises.Back to the ice rink to rest at around nine o'clock, and at the same time arrange the training content for the whole day according to the system tasks released that day.

After that, during the period from [-]:[-] to lunch, if Joyce is on the ice rink, An Yi will usually conduct some technical movement training on the ground under his guidance.After lunch, I will rest for two or three hours, read novels and surf the Internet, and listen to music to relax.

In the afternoon, it depends on whether there are training sessions.If not, practice on the ice and complete daily tasks. If there is, go to the dance studio for dance lessons, or be picked on by Joyce.

This process ended at about 45:[-], and then according to the usual practice, he would return to the third floor before [-]:[-], talk with his family on the phone, and have dinner by the way.

Then comes the hour from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., and I will adapt according to the length of time I talk to my family.Of course, most of the time, he was either complaining to An Zexian, or lying on the sofa in the living room, studying the system and thinking about his own thoughts.Or you can completely empty your mind and complete a free meditation.

After nine o'clock, if there is no accident, he will basically return to the empty ice rink and continue to practice until 10:30 in the evening. In the three and 10 minutes from 30:10 to [-] o'clock, except for taking a shower to wash away the sweat of the day , no other more specific arrangements.

Then go to bed, get up in the morning, repeat this cycle, and gradually let yourself form a habit.He doesn't feel anything about it yet, and outsiders, such as good friends Johnny Wasenberg and Cindy Celaya, who are more concerned about him, can't stand it anymore.I have asked him more than once in private, is he a robot?How could it be possible to maintain such an efficient behavior.Isn't there any time when you want to be lazy, avoid training, and have the idea of ​​​​giving yourself a break?

For this kind of question, An Yi usually just laughed and didn't answer, and would not respond positively.

What can he say?

Tell them that he is not really a [-]-year-old boy, it is rare to experience a second life, and it is too late to work hard, so how can he let himself be wasted?

Or tell them that he is carrying a system on his back, trying to squeeze his potential in different ways all day long.Posting tasks that would make his life worse than death if he didn't work hard to complete them?

"...Lu, Louis, a little, a little, can you stop and rest for a while? I, I can't do it anymore!"

On April [-], [-], inside the Meteor Skating Rink in Montreal, Canada.

Johnny Wassenberg panted heavily with his hands on his knees, and shook his head desperately to his friend in front of him, indicating that he really couldn't hold on any longer and urgently needed a rest.

On the other hand, An Yi, although sweating profusely and short of breath, barely had the strength to maintain the most basic decency.Unlike my good friend Johnny, after skating a set of short programs in a row to extend the program time, I can't wait to lie on the ice and bury my head in a deep sleep.His physical strength was extremely weak, and his body was much stronger than An Yi's.

"Huh, huh, Johnny, you've let me down so much. It's just two minutes and 40 seconds of skating plus four minutes and 30 seconds, and it became like this. I think it's better not to go to your youth competition in July. It's better to participate."

"Shutup! You, you're not much better, don't push yourself, buddy. Now sit on the ice and let yourself rest, we're still good friends, otherwise, hum!"

Not to be outdone, he immediately fought back. How could Johnny Wasenberg, a good young Canadian, let himself suffer.

In this way, you come and go, a pair of good friends reveal each other's weaknesses and run on each other.After more than ten minutes passed, their physical strength finally recovered and they exceeded the safety line.

one more time!

The competition began, and each other refused to give in. The intensity was even better than before.

Friends, partners, isn't that what it is sometimes?

You chase after each other, one after another, make progress and improve together.

"Hey, two boys, can you stop first? Your coach has something to say."

Just when the two disciples came and went, each of them did a triple jump followed by a double jump. James Joyce, who left the ice rink 15 minutes ago and didn't know what to do, returned again and interrupted their contest with a call.

"Boys, I'm glad to see you train hard, but please also pay attention to your health. After a long ride, you need to rest your body, just to catch your breath is not enough. Come on Come on, lower your head and look at your legs, are your thigh muscles still trembling slightly? Please remember that your body is still growing and not yet fully mature."

Watching the two slid in front of each other, Joyce first praised their enthusiasm for training, then changed the subject to the facts and made sense, and then let the two go by pointing out some training skills.

Immediately afterwards, just when the two boys thought that further lectures were about to come, his expression suddenly changed, and he blinked and smiled mysteriously.Seeing that the two of them couldn't figure out the situation, they didn't know why the head coach in front of him suddenly went crazy.

James Joyce, who satiated the bad taste in his heart without keeping the two of them waiting, quickly revealed the mystery, turning the skates under his feet, and getting out of the way behind him.

In an instant, An Yi saw the group of people accompanied by his grandfather Clark Watts more than ten meters away, outside the protective wall at the end of the ice rink.He was so familiar with and yearned for the figures of the two of them, whether it was in the previous life or in the present life, even if their souls were scattered and their bodies disappeared, it was impossible for him to admit their mistakes or forget them.

"Dad! Mom!"

Shouting loudly, kicking on the ice and rushing out.

An Yi couldn't control her emotions, she almost couldn't wait.

Similarly, the man and woman standing in the group had already forgotten the purpose of their trip.Only his dear child was left in his line of sight, watching him slid close to him eagerly, tears streaming down his face before he knew it.

As a man, An Zexian was better, at most there were tears in his eyes.As a woman, as a mother, Joanna Watts, who is more emotional, has long been crying.

Almost as soon as his son slid in front of him, he stretched out his arms to hug him, kissed the child's cheek and forehead, and blamed himself for why he made the decision to let the child stay in Canada for training.

"Oh, Louis, Louis, my good boy, let Mama see you."

Across the protective wall, he leaned forward to hold An Yi in his arms. Even though he was 35 years old, he was still beautiful with blond hair and blue eyes. He was still fit and slender. Anna, crying and laughing, hugged An Yi and vented for nearly 30 seconds before letting go of her child.

An Zexian, who was standing on the left side of his wife, took advantage of this time to look greedily at his son.He admired his changes, and felt that it was only half a year since the last time their father and son met.The change in this child is so great that it seems to be a different person.

This kind of change is not only the growth of the child's appearance, but also the gradually formed aura around the child.

In addition, there is a feeling that comes out naturally when he receives people and treats things.

It made him think in his heart, what happened to his son during this time?Only then will this kind of temperament that is both young and mature, changing from time to time according to different objects, be formed.

"Hey, son, don't talk to your mother, can you, and look at me too."

Seeing that his wife was still clinging to his son, An Zexian, who at least remembered who was in the team on this trip, changed the subject and interrupted, wanting to remind his wife and children.

Then what did he see?

His kid actually left his mother, came to him and rolled his eyes at him? !Is this worth it?Of course, this kid must be taught a good lesson, otherwise what is the majesty of him as the head of the family! ?

Cough cough cough, alright, alright, he was duplicity, in fact, he wished for his son to be so close to him.He can't play with the majesty of his parents.I have always believed in my heart that the most ideal state to get along with my son is to be a father and son as well as a friend.Only in this way, the child will have no barriers with him and talk about everything.

"Come, come, son, let me introduce you, Dad."

Without the demeanor of an elder, An Zexian winked at An Yi in front of him, and began to introduce the other people in the same group.

"This one, you can call him Uncle Hu. Don't look at him with a serious face, he seems to be very difficult to deal with. In fact, he is quite a nice person, very easy to get along with. And this one, you can call her Aunt Huang .These two are Uncle Wang and Uncle Song. The remaining three are only slightly older than you, so you can just call them brother and sister."

"Hey Lao An, is there anyone like you who introduces people? Among us, Lao Hu is more important, and the rest are dispensable foils?"

After some self-introduction, before An Yi had time to call someone, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang who looked slightly older than his father, An Zexian, was reluctant at first.

Looking at An Zexian again, he completely turned a deaf ear to his dissatisfaction and complaints.

Most of the exasperated colleagues, most of them could not laugh or laugh, and cursed a few times, and after making gestures to settle accounts with you later, they temporarily exposed the matter.

Afterwards, without further delay, An Zexian explained the purpose of coming on behalf of everyone, and told An Yi that the main purpose of their trip was to investigate the current situation of figure skating in Canada, learn some advanced experience, and at the same time let the pair skating partners and women's singles players , try to get in touch with foreign training methods in order to observe whether it is suitable or not.

In addition, it is to experience the powerful tradition of figure skating and the level of the new generation of Canadian domestic athletes.Of course, there is the most important thing, his An Zexian's selfishness as a loving father.Helping my son to be a postman, I traveled far and wide, and delivered the short program of skating music that my son asked him to make.Listen to it, have you been moved and cried bitterly after hearing it?

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