My brother is not a good person

With the bouquet sent by Xiaolin Yuan, Zhongyuanwen also successfully achieved the achievement of "shutting Zhongyuan Zhongye out".

He sat on the empty seat pointed out by Raisha, glanced at the door panel and asked, "Why did Chuya make you angry?"

Raising her eyelids and glancing at him, Laisha snorted softly, "It's useless if you know."

If that guy can't recognize his own problem, then no one can really solve it.

She didn't explain at all, just took the bouquet that Zhong Yuanwen also handed over, opened the door and walked out.

There was clearly a real person standing outside the door.

However, Laisha seemed to be completely invisible and passed by him directly.

She could even chat and laugh with Zessie Leroy and Zhong Yuanwen who were following behind her, but she just didn't look at the person standing outside the door.

Leaving Mr. Cadre aside, Miss Champion pulled Ze Qian and left the arena together.

She is not going back to the hotel where she lived before.

If you go back, what happened today will not have any effect.

After sending the Chinese text back, Laisha completed the check-in procedures at Zessy's hotel as quickly as possible.

She declined Zessy's offer to help, but asked her to get some change of clothes.

When she was the only one left in the room, Laisha took off all disguises, put on a bathrobe, and nestled on the sofa.

She didn't move, staring silently at the mobile phone she threw on the coffee table.

The phone kept vibrating, and the screen went on and off.

Five or six missed calls had accumulated.

And the other party finally stopped making calls as if all the flags died down.

Only then did Raisha pick up the phone and cross out the messages in the notification bar one by one, leaving only the reminder of the missed call.

Looking at the small 6 next to the familiar number, she took out a tissue and pressed it hard on the corner of her eye.

Sniffing fiercely, she suddenly blamed him even more.

When you can't find her, can't you make more calls until she connects?

Is this something difficult to do?

Especially now that there's nothing coming from the port mafia side... Can't put her first in this situation and spend more time with her?

She really didn't like the ice in France.

But since this is the result accepted by everyone after the negotiation, there is no room for dispute.

As long as you pay attention during the competition, it doesn't matter even if it's the ice in France.

But who knew it would be such a coincidence that the effort to reduce the loss of points caused a dislocation instead.

How could this be what she wanted?Should the accident be counted as her fault?

And even if it was indeed her fault, how could it be his turn to speak?

He is a man who walks on the edge of danger. Has she said anything about this?

Since he didn't, why should he blame her who was just injured unfortunately?

After getting along for so long, why don't you even have such a tacit understanding?

The phone screen never came on again.

There is also a large amount of eye shadow on the paper towel.

The girl threw the dirty tissue into the trash can, sat down in front of the dressing table, and began to remove her makeup.

Feelings are feelings, life is life.

Could it be that there is no competition without a boyfriend?joke.

Compared with boyfriends, competitions are more worry-free.At the very least, as long as the judges score fairly, it's not like she can't admit defeat.

But facing the Central Plains...

Laisha pinched the ends of the false eyelashes and tore them off with a heartless heart.

Throwing the false eyelashes in the small trash can on the table, she moistened a cotton pad and wiped off the remaining makeup on her face.

Regardless of whether she was at fault or not, when facing Nakahara Chuya, she would not be the one who bowed her head first.

As for what kind of attitude the other party will show...

Isn't this the answer she wants to know?

The girl quickly held down the water droplets rolling out of the corners of her eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

Even Zeqian knows how to care about her, whether she is uncomfortable or not, how about Zhongyuan Zhongye?

Instead, he said "If you remember the pain, there will be no next time" and dismissed the matter, as if she was willing to be hurt.

He even dared to secretly poke and despise her.

Conscience of heaven and earth, she is just an ordinary person, where can she go?

Throwing away the last piece of makeup remover cotton, Laisha stood up, ready to wash.

But the landline on the table suddenly rang.

She had to reach out to pick it up.

The receptionist's apologetic voice came from the phone: "I'm sorry to interrupt your rest. There is a man at the reception who claims to be your friend and hopes to get in touch with you. What do you think?"

The caution at the front desk is understandable.

For celebrities, such people as illegitimate fans are not uncommon.Some can even come up with all kinds of evidence to prove the "relationship" between themselves and their idols.

From the athlete's point of view, they are more or less famous, so naturally this kind of problem cannot be avoided.

"What does he look like?"

"A black suit and fedora hat, orange hair and blue eyes, not particularly tall."

After a few words at the front desk, Laisha was able to outline the appearance of that person.

Maybe he is in a hurry right now, his fists are clenched tightly, just waiting for himself to say something in agreement.

If so, it means he still cares a little bit, right?

She turned half a circle lightly, and sat quietly on the sofa like petals falling in the wind, "Please transfer the phone to him."

Then there was another person on the other end of the phone.

He had a voice that Raisha knew all too well.

Amidst the sizzle of electricity, he asked in such a voice: "Are you going to live here today?"

Although the first sentence she spoke was not what Laisha wanted to hear, but because the other party had found the hotel, she still responded lightly, "Yes."

The person on the other side of the phone then asked: "Then what will you do with Kosten in tomorrow's game?"

"Just ask Wenya or Zeqian to hold it for me."

Before hearing that sentence, Laisha was obviously a little impatient.

She secretly took a breath, and breathed it out through her mouth silently.

"Do you have any other questions? No I'm going to rest."

"You..." The voice on the phone hesitated a little, and the ending was much longer.

Laisha straightened her back involuntarily, waiting for the words to come.

"Why are you angry?"

As soon as these words came out, Laisha's whole momentum seemed to be relieved.

She lay back on the sofa wearily, and replied weakly: "I'm not angry."

Even asking her such a question, why would she be so angry?

"You don't even want to see me, how can you not be angry?"

The voice on the phone was not at all confused, but full of doubts.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Knowing that she could still ask such a question when she was angry, she was indeed the stupidest idiot in the world.

Raisha nestled into the sofa again, curled up into a small ball.

She drooped her eyebrows and said sullenly, "No."

Of course he didn't say anything wrong, he just said a lot less.

"I just..." She grabbed a pillow beside her and hugged it in her arms.

From the past to the present, he always has a lot of things that he hasn't said.

The only time I said what I needed to say was because someone was pointing me behind my back.

"I like you very much."

He liked it so much that he could even prepare a surprise without telling Fei Jia.

"But I'm also really tired."

She also had to be angry with her boyfriend while preparing for the game, she didn't want to experience this kind of thing a second time.

……wrong.

While at the festival, the two had no official relationship.

And after the music festival, they didn't confirm anything publicly.

So, strictly speaking, they are not a couple.

So did he really consider himself her boyfriend?

Or is it just a few positions similar to those of the Qihui?

"I need some time to myself."

Laisha tightened the front of her bathrobe, shivering inexplicably.

"Use it to meditate and think about it by the way."

After a long silence, there was a deep answer from the other end of the phone, "Then I'll wait for you to finish thinking."

His sigh was already very soft, and logically it shouldn't be heard so clearly.

But it seems to be attached to the ear, which makes people feel cold.

Raisha couldn't help but shrink herself even tighter.

Hidden behind such words is the sentence she thought?Or does it just represent a simple "waiting"?

She didn't want to make him wait, let alone push him away completely.

She just...

Just what it was, Laisha herself couldn't tell.

After hanging up the phone, she put a bathtub full of warm water as she said at the beginning, and sat in it directly.

She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and sank to the bottom.

The warm water and dark environment always give people a sense of security in returning to the mother's body.

And this is also the fastest way for her to get back to the state of the game.

The sky and the earth are big, and the game is the biggest.

As for Chuya Nakahara, it's not too late to think about it after the free skating competition.

During practice the next afternoon, Raisha saw the two bright oranges sitting in the auditorium again.

Slightly pursing her lips, she was stopped by Zessie who had been paying attention to her as soon as she finished her practice.

Although she was just watching the whole process in the infirmary, Zessie could already guess what happened next.

After all, this is the first time Raisha has encountered such a thing, and it will definitely affect her mood during the game.

This is not uncommon in figure skating, and even Georgy Popovich in the men's singles has made his love life the theme of this season (his announced theme is "heartbreak").

Therefore, the proportion of emotion in figure skating performance can be seen.

And Raisha has an excellent appeal every time she performs.

Now, how much of this appeal can be exerted is really a question.

The girl was worried about catching up with her idol, and she didn't dare to ask in detail, for fear of making the other person feel worse, "Laya, are you okay?"

Hearing Zessy's question, Laisha closed her eyes and collected herself.

"There will be no problem."

She opened her eyes and stared at the other party, as if she was comforting, but also as if she was making a statement.

"I am Laisha Dostoevskaya."

Considering the other people present, Miss Champion's voice was very soft.

But it fell into Zessy's ears like a lead weight, heavy and quite reassuring.

"I was worrying too much." Zessy smiled apologetically, "No matter what the problem is, you can definitely solve it."

I hope so.

"No need to apologize for that."

Laisha slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip, barely pretending to be a smile.

"It's normal to be worried about me, after all, you like me so much!"