My brother is not a good person

Ignoring what was happening behind him, Nakahara Nakaya only wanted to go around to the backcourt as soon as possible.

As early as 1 minute ago, he couldn't sit still when he saw Laisha support herself with her hands after falling off the ice.

But considering that he was still in the game at that time, he could only hold back and wait until the end of the game.

Mr. Cadre almost jumped down from the steps.

As soon as he landed, he took out his admission badge from the inside of his suit and waved it in front of the security personnel.

The security personnel only had time to see the text on the top, but never had a chance to read it carefully.

And the person holding the certificate had already bypassed him and disappeared into the passage.

It wasn't until another boy of the same color was stopped that the security personnel were sure that what had just flashed by was not their own illusion.

Before entering the arena, Zhongyuan Zhong also figured out the layout of the backcourt, and it was fairly easy to find it at this time.

Relying on the map in his memory, he waited on the only way out of the Kiss&Cry area.

After waiting for a while, a girl hurried past beside him.

As soon as she passed by, she stopped and turned back.

"You..." The girl thought for a while, "Stand here and wait."

She obviously still remembered what Raisha said when she introduced him three months ago, "I will help with the media on Laya's side."

After saying that, she walked out of the aisle, squeezed into the media, and took Raisha's uninjured right arm.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his hat a little, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He remembered this girl, whose name seemed to be "Jersey", who was a fan of Raisha.

During the music festival back then, she used to play with Laisha a lot.Fortunately, she is still here this time, so she should be able to help to some extent.

Pulling Laisha out of the media siege with some random excuse, Zessie Leroy looked worriedly at Laisha's left arm.

She has seen all the performances of the other party in the Asian Open, so she is naturally familiar with the configuration of this program.

When she discovered that Laisha's candlestick Bellman actually only used the strength of one hand, she realized that the other party must have been injured.

Noticing Zessy's gaze, Laisha frowned slightly, but still said in relief, "Fortunately, it's just a dislocation, and I can't exert myself."

But also engaged in competitive sports, how could it be possible that Zessie has not been dislocated?

So how can just a sentence "I can't exert my strength" describe the complete feeling?

But she also knows Laisha's usual way of coping, and it's even worse to say something at this time, so she can only accompany her into the passage like two people who have nothing to do.

As soon as she entered the passage, Laisha noticed Chuya Nakahara, who was leaning against the wall and waiting for someone.

She blinked and joked calmly: "Why did you get down?"

"Where is the doctor? Don't talk, go reset first."

Ignoring Laisha's question, Zhong Yuanzhong also asked back.

He had already assessed her injury in his heart, so naturally he couldn't be fooled by her papery disguise.

Not to mention, it wasn't the first day he knew about her habit of pretending to be okay the more she felt uncomfortable.

As the most objective third person at this time, Ze Qian also agrees with Zhongyuan Zhongye's opinion.

She let go of Laisha's right arm and walked in the front, "This way."

The busy medical staff in the infirmary are not newbies, and they have rich experience in dealing with various injuries that may arise during the game.

She only checked a few steps before she knew Raisha's injury like the back of her hand.

Grasping Raisha's entire left arm, the doctor put it in a good posture and reminded: "It's just that the radial head of the elbow is subluxed. It will hurt a little when it is reset, so bear with it."

Raisha took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, bracing for the inevitable pain.

At this moment, her right hand was suddenly clenched.

The palm that was held was slightly callused.

Perhaps because of hiding under gloves all the year round, the opponent's palm is much hotter than your own.

And the lines on the back of his hand also have a smoothness that contains strength.

Miss Champion lowered her head, silently staring at the almost nonexistent gap between their palms.

On the left ear is the doctor's "Ready?", and on the right is another person's "Catch me if it hurts."

She sniffed and responded in a low voice, "En."

Even if Laisha had made enough mental preparations, some water droplets that she couldn't hold back fell on the backs of the hands they held together, slid down the surface, and finally disappeared on the skirt of Kosten.

After the reduction was completed, the doctor turned around to find materials for fixation.

And Zhong Yuanzhong also covered the water mark on the back of his hand with his other hand rather uncomfortably.

Although Raisha was not polite to him at all when he reset, but that bit of strength was not even as lethal as this light teardrop.

Mr. Cadre slightly parted his lips and took a shallow breath, only feeling his heart tightening.

The air conditioner in the medical room may not be working.

Otherwise, how could he breathe such cold air, and his feet pierced into his heart fiercely like an awl digging through the ice?

"If you remember the pain, don't hold on like this time. The score is not as good as your health."

He squeezed the freshly warmed air out of his chest and said with a sigh.

"Doesn't the results of the sub-stations have to go through a comprehensive evaluation before they can be listed in the finals? You will definitely be able to enter the finals."

Of course no one doubts this.

But this is by no means a reason for Miss Champion not to go all out.

The girl turned over her right hand and put the back of her hand upwards.

"My purpose of participating in the sub-station is not to enter the finals." She stared at the joints on the back of her hand, "This is different from the B-level competition, and it cannot be measured in such a simple way."

The purpose of participating in the B-level competition is only to improve the points and familiarize yourself with the program.

Participating in the grand prix is ​​not all about reputation such as medals and points.

In a competition of this magnitude, each rival deserves her to finish the show with the utmost attention.

And the audience who will come to watch the game for her deserves the best performance she can give.

Knowing that he would never be able to argue with the opponent in the sense of competition, Zhongyuan Zhong could only purse his lips, dryly looking for something to say.

"I hear you don't like the ice at the French Station."

He watched as the doctor wrapped layers of gauze until Raisha's left arm was completely fixed before tying the knot.

"Didn't you compete here once in the youth group?"

Quietly lowering her head, Laisha replied in a low voice, "It was only three years ago."

Do you want to make it seem like a long time ago?

"Since you remember so clearly..." Mr. Cadre recalled what the other party said when explaining the competition system, "Didn't you say that you choose two out of six stations? Why are you still here?"

Even the fans thought that she would never come to France to compete again. She should have complained fiercely at that time.

Her dislike of the ice in France is almost to the point of "everyone knows", so why does she have to choose France?

Miss Champion didn't want to say more, but just found a reason.

She was still staring at her right hand, making her tone even more perfunctory.

"The three of us don't like the ice in France very much, but there must be someone coming to France. It's not me, it's someone else, the difference is not big."

not much differences?

For the best recovery from a dislocation, it takes at least three weeks of rest.

But she will compete in the free skating tomorrow, and there will be a performance skating the day after tomorrow.And after the French Grand Prix, you have to continue to practice and compete, and you can't rest until the end of the whole season.

How can this kind of condition heal the injury?

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt anxious, and the words he held in his heart slipped out of his mouth inadvertently, "You usually have the courage to say the same in front of us, why are you suddenly so lose temper at this time?"

Even the playing field is allowed to let go.

Where is Raisha's style?

As soon as he said this, Laisha asked back indifferently: "Do you think I usually treat you very aggressively?"

Before the other party could answer, her tone became colder, as if the north wind had just blown from Siberia.

"Indeed, our top three need to discuss and decide which two of the six stations everyone will go to."

"But I snatched the Tokyo station that Shiratori Yuko is most used to from the beginning, so naturally there is no reason for her to go to the French station."

"Mila just competed in France the year before last, and it's not her turn according to the order. If I insist on giving her the French competition, then the harmony between the two of us will come to an end."

Miss Champion pulled out her hand and patted his hand aside.

"That's the way it is, so I'll be the last one to race in France."

Her voice trembled a little, as if she was very angry but tried her best to restrain herself.

After taking a few deep breaths, she spread her right hand to Mr. Cadre, "Where's your pass?"

Without knowing it, Mr. Cadre took out the pass card from the inside of the suit, which was not clear whether it was issued or not, and put it in her hand under the other party's signal.

The second after getting the pass, Raisha stuffed it into the gauze interlayer of her left arm.

Immediately, she pointed to the door and said, "Wen didn't go with you either, it's not convenient for me to run around, you go find him now."

"But..." Hasn't the pass been taken away by you?

Before he could react, Nakahara Chuya just wanted to speak when he was blocked by the other party's "go out".

When the girl raised her head, the circles of her eyes revealed redness that couldn't be concealed by eye makeup.

I don't know if it's pain or anger.

But just this one glance is enough to make anyone in the world surrender without reason.

According to the other party's request, Zhong Yuanzhong could only walk out of the infirmary.

Standing outside the door, he turned around and wanted to order something more.

However, Raisha didn't give him such a chance, "Jersey, close the door."

Zessy, who had been ignored for a long time, was sitting on a seat not far from the door.

Hearing the idol's words, her hands were faster than her brain, and she completed the order in the first time.

The not-so-thick door was commanded by the girl, and almost hit someone standing outside the door directly.

The reason why he was almost there was entirely because the existence of the brim of the hat saved his face.

Facing this closed door, Mr. Cadre suddenly realized one thing.

She was angry.

But I... did I say something wrong?

Without knowing it, he took a step back, and Chuya Zhongya ran into Wenya Zhongyuan who finally found the infirmary.

He exchanged a glance with his smaller self, and saw that the other person raised his eyebrows slowly.

"Huh?" There was a bit of gloating in the clearer boyish voice, "It's been a while since I last saw you, why did you get kicked out?"

And this schadenfreude is almost similar to Fyodor and Osamu Dazai to a certain extent.

After the custom made the ridicule, Zhong Yuanwen knocked on the door of the infirmary, holding the bouquet that Xiao Linyuan had stuffed for him.