My brother is not a good person

The order of competition in the free skating is determined by the ranking of the short program scores.

Zessie was fourth in the short program, so she was third.

Raisha is first, so her order of play is still last.

Perhaps it has been adjusted, and the ice surface is not foggy today, which also shows that the humidity of the ice layer is much lower than yesterday.

Following the voice of the director on the radio, the smiling girl slid to the center of the venue.

"Now it's the short program No.1 of the away game, Laisha Dostoyevskaya, 17 years old. The free skating track is the pop song "White Knuckles"."

The director introduced it easily.

"It seems that I don't need to say anything more, the support from the audience is enough to explain everything."

Seeing the girl in the venue raised her hand in the air and then made a fist, the audience gradually stopped cheering and waited with her for the music to start.

When she got ready, all the emotions that belonged to "Raisha" receded like a tide, leaving only the queen who dominated the ice.

The girl's arms are surrounded by dry thorns, and her upper body is shaped like a burning flame, but she doesn't choose any warm colors.

The dark blue gradient vines are dotted with stars.

The coiled hair bag does not have any decorations, it is extremely simple.

But this simplicity could not detract from her aura in the slightest.

At this moment, no one can question her identity.

Born in a year-round blizzard.

Coniferous forests that grow in the far north.

The cold blood flowed through the body, and the cold thorns covered the shoulders.

She is Her Majesty the Queen who rules the North.

It is the highest will that must be obeyed.

Nakahara also remembers the first time he saw her free skating together.

It was when she sprained her foot in Hasezu.

At that time, she was in a desperate situation.

So it is inevitable to bring out some similar emotions during practice.

But this time is the same and different from that time.

She is still angry.There is no doubt about it.

But in this performance, she didn't seem to be affected at all.

She completely, thoroughly, threw away "Raisha who is still angry", leaving only "Raisha on ice".

There may have been small mistakes during the period, but they were all quickly remedied.

From Chuya Nakahara's point of view, Raisha's free skating was perfect enough this time.

But after the score came out, he couldn't quite understand it.

After Xiaolin Yuan next to him finished throwing the doll again, Zhongya Zhongya lowered his hat and turned his head to ask her: "You said yesterday that the competition with Laisha will be scored absolutely fair. Is there any basis for it?"

"Yes..." Xiao Linyuan glanced at the score board, his attitude was very indifferent, "Do you think Laya's score is low?"

"But if you look at the Kiss&Cry area, Laya doesn't have any objections, which means she agrees with the score."

The senior old fan opened the notebook, and the first few pages were screenshots of the news that she had printed out by herself.

"These things have been cleared by the entire network shortly after the original incident. If I hadn't acted quickly at the beginning, I wouldn't even be able to keep this point."

As she spoke, she handed out her notebook.

“Before that, the ISU (International Skating Union) always had a bit of a nationality bonus when scoring. The two factions of judges in Russia and North America always favored their own skaters. It’s almost a common knowledge unspoken rules."

"But when Raisha participated in the youth competition for the first time, she sat directly in the Kiss&Cry area and questioned why the referee gave her such a high score. She knew that Yuko Tori performed better, so she should win the gold medal."

"At that time, the media was very shocked for a few days, but the matter was quickly suppressed."

"At first we thought it was the result of the failure, but in the subsequent competitions, the nationality benefits during scoring were significantly reduced. And as long as Raisha participates in the competition, it must be judged strictly according to the scoring rules. Good is good, bad It’s just bad, and no one’s grades are allowed to get out of the water.”

Lowering his eyelids halfway, Xiao Linyuan recounted the past.

She stared at the back of the girl who was dealing with the media, and sighed with complicated emotions.

"No one knows how she did it, but she did change the scoring rules." Xiao Linyuan looked back, "This is probably one of the reasons why she has always been a loner."

The beneficiaries dare not approach, and there are not a few people whose interests are damaged.

Even knowing that it should be so, who can have no resentment towards her?

But it is precisely because of this that she loves Raisha who is absolutely pure when facing figure skating.

"As for the silver medal this time... the main reason is that her performance score is too low, and it doesn't meet her usual standard at all."

Fingers caressing the score she wrote down, she shook her head helplessly.

"The theme of her free skating is herself, but in this performance there is no real self at all, and the lower score is understandable."

Also casting his eyes on the thin figure, Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to understand something in a trance, but he still didn't seem to be able to find the correct answer.

He murmured in a daze, "Why?"

"If you want to talk about the reason, it should be that if you add her own current feelings, the score will be lower. This time she is only 0.09 less than the gold medal, which is enough to show that she has considered it thoroughly."

Xiao Linyuan put away his notebook and prepared to leave.

Before she left, Zhongyuan Wen also glanced at the thoughtful Zhongyuan Chuya, and walked around him directly to follow.

He was very interested in what was recorded in Xiao Linyuan's notebook.

Maybe there was the answer he was looking for.

Following the flow of people out of the arena, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood aside, staring at the sky in a daze.

He didn't even know what to do.

So how can a person who is obsessed with the pursuit of victory convince himself to accept the silver medal?

She must be very sad.

Will you cry?Or will you decide to train even more frantically?

Nakahara Chuya's mind was in such a mess that it was even more complicated than the ball of thread that a cat had just scratched.

It's clearly full of threads, but it's impossible to sort out the context of each thread smoothly.

Yet thousands of thoughts all point in one direction.

want to see her.

Want to know how her arm is doing.

If you want to talk to her, or don't talk to her, it's better to just sit with her than you are now.

It's just that he also promised Raisha.

Let her think about it alone.

He will wait for her to give an answer.

The lonely Mr. Cadre returned to the hotel and took a look at Miss Champion's original room.

The door was closed tightly, denying the approach of all irrelevant personnel.

If he hadn't said the wrong thing yesterday, he wouldn't be classified as an "irrelevant person" today.

...Is it cold treatment?

Zhong Yuanzhong also silently took out his room card and opened his door.

If it continues to be cold like this, it will probably be completely cold?

Smacking his lips irritably, he sat on the sofa and took out his cell phone.

Looking at the string of familiar numbers, he has yet to take any action.

Do you want to dial out?

If she is not connected after dialing out, it means that she is still angry and doesn't want to see herself.

But if it is connected, what should I say?

I thought I knew enough about her petite temper, but only now did Zhong Yuan realize how gentle and easy-talking she is on weekdays.

He had never thought about what would happen if Laisha didn't even want to get angry at him, and how he should deal with it.

That's where the really tricky stuff comes in.

Raisha was not uninjured before.

When I was injured, most of my reactions were not much different from this time.

So what is the difference between this injury and previous injuries?

Could it be the reason for the game?

The Central Plains is also puzzled.

Since there is no difference, there is only one answer.

He leaned back on the sofa, raised his hand and put it on his forehead.

From the very beginning, he was wrong.

Even if he had a good reason to explain that he wasn't really blaming her, there was no way to go back and make up for her loss when she heard his accusation.

No one likes to be hurt.

Especially at this juncture, she naturally didn't want to get hurt.

So in the final analysis, there was a problem with his attitude towards her.

That's why she was so angry.

No wonder she didn't want to see herself.

Mr. Cadre was lying on the bed exhausted, hoping that Miss Champion would give him a chance to admit his mistake.

The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

Ink smudged the entire sky.

In the dead of night, Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly woke up from the bed and sat up.

He looked around with lingering fear, and after confirming that he was still in the hotel, he wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead.

Mr. Cadre kept taking deep breaths to calm down.

He has never dreamed very much, or it can be said that he does not dream at all.

But there must be no scarier nightmare in the world.

What if Raisha really used "I only got the silver medal because I'm mad at you. I don't think it's okay. Let's break up." as a thoughtful answer?

Is it possible to really promise her?

How can it be?

Making a quick decision, Chuya Nakahara walked into the hotel where Raisha was staying again.

The front desk was the same person from yesterday afternoon.

She also remembered what Zhongyuan Zhongye had done, and smiled awkwardly.

"Hello, sir, are you still looking for Miss Dostoevskaya?" She pointed to the clock beside her. "If so, I personally suggest that you come back tomorrow morning."

After all, it was already late at night, and it might not be a good choice to disturb the other party's rest.

"Call me again." Nakahara Chuya didn't dare to wait until tomorrow morning.

When dialing the number at the front desk, he put one hand in his pocket and pursed his lips from time to time, obviously quite anxious.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the phone was connected by Laisha and handed over to him.

I don't know if it's the current or something else, but she sounded hoarse on the phone, "What are you doing here?"

"...I had a nightmare. I dreamed that you said to break up."

Nakahara also licked his lips nervously.

"I don't want to break up, so I'm not going to wait for you to think it through."

"I want to see you."

The best time is now.

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, so long that Zhong Yuanzhong almost thought she had fallen asleep.

Raisha said hoarsely, "You give the phone to the front desk."

The Central Plains had no choice but to follow suit.

The front desk hung up after answering the phone a few times.

Immediately, she took out the spare room card from the cabinet and handed it out with both hands.

Holding the room card, Mr. Cadre went straight to the room number marked on the room card.

As soon as he entered the door, before he saw anyone, he was hit on the head with a pillow.

Not daring to dodge at all, he took the blow firmly, picked up the pillow, and looked at the owner of the room.

Miss Champion was nestling in the corner of the bed with a stern look, her eyes were still red.

She gouged him out with a vicious look.

"Did you have a nightmare?" The girl clenched her fists, "I'll help you come true in person."

"Break up! Do you hear me clearly! Break up!"

Her eyes were even redder, and the water was shining, but she was stopped by herself and did not fall.