My brother is not a good person

After all, it was only a B-level match.

Laisha sat bored in the Kiss&Cry area, staring at the scoreboard, and finally waited for the unsuspecting result.

The muscles at the corners of the mouth pull upward, at a 45-degree angle.

Lying silkworms cannot relax, and the height of the upper eyelid should remain unchanged.

At this moment, it is enough to bend the eyes deeply.

You can't act disinterested or look unmotivated.

Miss Champion could only use the knowledge she learned in the facial expression management class to deal with the camera once again.

"Raisha! Can you tell me why you suddenly chose the Asian Open instead of other B-level tournaments?"

"Coach Yakov is not with you, but another strange man and a girl are waiting for you off the field. So do you plan to change the coach?"

"Or did you decide to start your own business after winning a rare Grand Slam?"

The media asked questions one after another.

Raisha dealt with each of them casually.

"Aren't I following in the footsteps of my idol? Instead of asking me why I suddenly want to come to Japan, I might as well ask Victor how he came here. Before I came, I thought, 'How attractive is Japan? It's quite distinctive."

"Yakov has a bad temper! Why don't you like me, but you like Yakov with a bad temper? But even if Yakov has a bad temper, I don't have the idea of ​​changing the coach. If I change another coach, who will Dote on me so much and stay with me in Japan for so long, don’t you think so?”

"I can't talk about starting my own family. I just met new friends, just that little girl. I like her sincere and pure love, and she is also a little girl who can shine."

Acting like a baby, acting silly, and making jokes.

Laisha was familiar with the way of laughing and cursing to fool the media who didn't ask more serious questions because they were worried about the live broadcast, but saw Qi's little head protruding from the corridor.

The girl's face was full of confusion and desire to talk.

She obviously encountered a difficult problem that could not be solved in a place that Raisha didn't know, but she was also afraid of the media surrounding Raisha, so she only dared to look at Raisha against the wall.

Seeing her rubbing her fingers nervously, Raisha couldn't help dismissing the media with a smile, and hurried to her side.

Patting the round hair bun tied on Qi's head, she asked with a smile, "What's the matter? It's quite an improvement without pulling Si's hat rope this time."

"I... still want to pull..."

Qi's mind was filled with the horrific events he saw just now, and he didn't even realize it for a moment. This represented a simple fact.

"I just saw the second you in the world!"

Pulling Qi to walk out, Laisha laughed hard.

"What is the second me in the world!" She laughed so hard that she could hardly speak, "That's just my twin brother."

"Did you see anyone else besides him?"

Qi lifted the other hand that was not held, and covered his embarrassed face, "There are two other people, both wearing black suits, one with orange hair and one with black hair."

Hearing this, Laisha couldn't care less about walking slowly.

She picked up Qi, found Si as quickly as possible, and stuffed the child into his arms.Throw down the sentence "I still have something to do" and the person disappears.

As Qi said, there were three people sitting not far from the rest area.

The three of them sat at the same table, but they created a distinct atmosphere by coincidence.

Even though the two black-haired teenagers were smiling and talking back and forth, they had no intention of co-existing at all.

The girl ran out in a hurry, only looked left and right before aiming at the target, and threw herself on the orange-haired boy whose back was facing her.

She smiled brightly, more sincerely than when facing the media.

"Fei Jia, Chuya, your work in Yokohama is over?"

Being thrown by her, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stiffened his back, coughed twice before saying: "It's over."

Fyodor remained silent with a half-smile.

Only Osamu Dazai didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and sighed in a mournful way, "It's only been three or four months since we met, why doesn't Miss Dostoevskaya remember me? I'm not enough Is it likable?"

"Hehe." Laisha smirked and said, "No, Mr. Dazai has helped me a lot."

She didn't mention Yokohama again, just pulled the ribbon around her neck.

"Although it's only a B-level competition, it's a gold medal anyway. Let's go, I'll treat you!"

Sitting in the familiar western restaurant, Laisha didn't bother to ask the opinions of these three people, and directly picked up the menu and ordered dishes.

Ever since that meal, she felt that the borscht in this restaurant was really interesting.

Not wanting to speculate on the "love and hatred" between these three people at all, Laisha ignored their indifference the whole time and spoke on her own.

"Speaking of which, the last time Mr. Rimbaud came to Saitama, we ate at this restaurant."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head suddenly, "Has Rimbaud been here?"

"Yes." Laisha poured vodka for herself, "There is also a man named Verlaine with him."

"You..." Is there anything wrong?

Before Zhong Yuanzhong could finish asking, she smiled and pushed over a baked snail with cream.

"I can stand here and compete, of course it's fine."

Miss Champion squeezed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"On the contrary, I think you, Mr. Rimbaud and Verlaine may need to take time to have a good chat. The three are stuffy tanks that tend to keep things in their hearts, which is simply terrible."

Finally relieved her greed, she also relaxed a lot, "It's okay if you ask me to be an intermediary? I'm sure no one will tell, not even Fei Jia."

But how could Laisha hide someone like Fyodor?

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled noncommittally, and held his fork in silence.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Laisha was also aware of her younger brother's characteristics, so she just picked up a fork of vegetable salad and stuffed it into her mouth, saying vaguely: "Hmph, believe it or not."

After swallowing the salad, she extended an invitation to the other three.

"Are you okay in a while?"

"If it's okay, do some more laps on the ice with me?"

The black-haired girl pouted, her face full of displeasure.

"Today's game is not interesting, I want to play for a while."

Fyodor and Zhong Yuanzhong naturally did not have any opinions.

And Osamu Dazai didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, he followed Laisha's words and agreed.

So a few people walked to the ice rink where Laisha trained for the past two months.

With an older sister who is engaged in ice sports, Fyodor is naturally no stranger to ice.

He changed his skates and was about to leave when Laisha stopped him.

"Feyya, help them both."

Raisha held on to the fence at the entrance with one hand, took off the knife sheath, and put it on the table.

"Otherwise, what would happen if the two of them fell on the ice?"

Glancing at Chuya Nakahara, then at Osamu Dazai, Fyodor didn't want to do anything at all.

"If you don't help, I'm the only one here? Then I'll change the shoes for the two of them?"

Upon hearing this, Osamu Dazai immediately clapped his hands like a little seal, "Miss Dostoevskaya, please teach me. I really don't know it at all."

Fyodor glanced at him coolly, and said with a sneer, "Your shoelaces are tied tight enough, do you still need someone to teach you?"

Regardless of the bickering between the two, Zhongyuan Zhong also changed his skates according to the correct way he had searched, and stood tremblingly while holding the chair.

He looked at Raisha who was standing on the ice rink.

Mr. Cadre didn't know what she was doing, he could only see her squatting down and standing up.

Before he could look away, he saw her turn around and look up at him.

"Come on Zhongye, I'll take you to play!" The girl Qing Lingling laughed.

Seeing Fyodor's expression of disapproval, Xu Shi then asked, "These two people have never studied before. Could it be that you, Fei Jia, will take Chuya and I will take Mr. Dazai?"

As soon as these words came out, all objections except Osamu Dazai (actually only Fyodor) were stopped.

Fyodor and Osamu Dazai stepped onto the ice ahead of Nakahara Nakaya.

The two chattered, as if they were in a good relationship.

And Nakahara Zhong also walked to the entrance, and when he took off the knife cover like Laisha, he was stopped by Laisha.

The girl's smile deepened, she put her arms around his shoulders, and let out a quick mouthful.

"Stand here and wait for a while."

She moved her shoulders and neck a few times, and reached out to pick up the ice hockey stick that had been standing aside for a long time.

"It doesn't matter if you use the ability, anyway, help me block them, don't let them run away from the entrance and exit."

After all, she turned around with only a slight movement of her feet.

Wooden hockey sticks are not a powerful offensive weapon.

Even so, Fyodor also cheered up 12 points.

His legs were slightly bent, and his attitude was rarely serious.

If others don't know, how can he not know?

If it weren't for the fact that figure skating is not only dangerous and competitive but also needs to consider artistry in ice sports, how could Raisha fall in love with this project at first sight?

She will obviously choose ice hockey!

"I know something must have happened in Yokohama, otherwise you guys wouldn't have been so tense."

Raisha turned her wrist and looked at the hockey stick in her hand.

"Zhong also promised me that he would help me in case of family disputes, so he is not counted at this time."

"Although Mr. Dazai is not involved in our family's internal disputes, you should be involved in the Yokohama matter." The girl smiled like a flower, "So I want to ask..."

"Can anyone tell me what happened in Yokohama?"

At the same time, she raised her left hand and gestured for a "two", "My principles are only two."

"One, don't lie. The criteria for judging this point are also very simple. I think you are lying if you are lying."

"Second, don't think about picking yourself out. Because both of you must be playing the role of the mastermind behind the scenes."

"So, who of you said?"

There was silence in the ice rink, and even Zhongyuan Zhong was at a loss to a certain extent.

But of course that didn't bother Raisha.

"Don't even say it?"

She gripped the club tightly and leaned slightly.

Seeing that Raisha jumped a short distance away with just one kick, Osamu Dazai, a novice on the ice, had no choice but to stay away from Fyodor as much as possible.

He just wanted to watch the play, and had no intention of involving himself in it.

You know what he hates the most is pain.

However, Osamu Dazai's plan could not be well implemented.

With a smooth tug, Fyodor pulled him in front of him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

What a coincidence, everyone is a senior believer in the "dead friends never die poor" faction.