Where is the dignity of the Lord?

In terms of experience, strength and competition psychology, Reyde's level can be said to be a professional among majors, and a super-class among super-class.

With just a few words, Rat's tune (sarcasm) was completely shattered.

It also happened to hit the nail on the head, making people unable to even show the reasons for the rebuttal.

After the training, it was rare for a person with more than [-] words to sit by the stove with his legs crossed, and his beautiful and slender fingers gently pinched the handle of the cup, condescendingly looking down at the young man whose head was about to fall into the cracks in the ground, and elegantly licked his lips. Take a sip of coffee with milk.

The most terrible thing is that the ruthless and cold man sneered inexplicably after the end.

"Huh~"

"........."

Rattle: Beep.

Pasha: This kind of deja vu that the dean lectures the poor students... Hiss...

Rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, Pasha looked at Lat, who was lying on the chair, gradually sliding down and petrified, and smoothed things over with a dry smile:

"Speaking of it, young man, you should be pretty good. I've watched your game video, and you can do a lot of difficult moves at such a young age."

"Pasha, have you watched my game video!?"

The beautiful boy who was about to vomit his soul suddenly stood up, and looked at Pasha in surprise and excitement.

Reisyd's movement of drinking tea also paused.

"I've seen it."

Pasha pulled out his phone and shook it with a smile at them: "I have been in touch with Ms. Xiulia in private. When Ms. Xiulia called before, she asked the person who delivered the supplies to pass on your identity information to me." and some information."

Rattle tilted his head in confusion: "Is there any use for these materials?"

"Of course there is."

Pasha: "In case you lose your ID card, or you can't go back by yourself, we can arrange a temporary one for you, and as athletes, you should pay special attention to eating habits, etc. After all, you are a child, and we have the responsibility as adults. Take care of you."

After Lat came, Pasha naturally notified Lat's current temporary guardian, Ms. Shulia.

After all, after all, he is still a minor, and he has traveled all the way to this kind of mountain alone. As an adult, the most reasonable thing to do is to say hello to the other party's parents.

Especially since Latt is still an excellent player, how could the coach rest assured that he would sneak away?

Of course everything has been taken care of.

In Pasha's mind, Rat was a child sent to the countryside by relatives to play.

"Didn't you notice the difference between what you eat and what we eat? You won't be allowed to touch unhealthy high-calorie and coffee." Pasha let out a sigh of relief, and patted Lart's head with a smile.

"Fortunately, you don't smoke or drink. Compared with other boys of the same age, you are already good enough." The brat who demolished the house is scary!

"........."

After staring at Pasha's smiling face for a long time, Lutter was silent for a while, then silently stretched out his arms to hug Pasha's waist, and buried his face in it.

"Ok?"

Pasha, who was hugged inexplicably, blinked and looked at Reyde: "What's wrong with him?"

With a sullen face, Reyde got up and tore off a certain brat, and cast a cold glance at Pasha, that look was like looking at a sympathetic and restless wife: "You already have a boyfriend."

Pasha: "??"

Reyde narrowed his eyes: "Tie your ears together if you're seducing someone!"

Seduce, seduce... Pasha stretched out his finger and pointed at himself dumbfounded, only to be rewarded with a cold snort from Resid.

"..."

Usually, when he was approached by others, he would always look coldly at outsiders, and the man who was obviously jealous, turned around this time and told him to abide by women's morals (although he didn't say that, but his expression meant it!).

After serious reflection, Hu Zi pondered for a few seconds, and then realized: what the fuck did labor and management do wrong?There's nothing wrong with that, right? !

It's not his fault that he is a male mother by nature!

Putting away the phone, Pasha turned around and left with a cold face.

"You can settle yourselves for dinner tonight."

Walking to the door, Pasha turned around and added blankly: "I sleep outside at night."

Damn it, labor and capital turned into a tiger to fight with Qiuqiu!

Doesn't it smell good if you lick each other? !

Stinky man!Pooh!

"boom--"

The door was slammed shut.

All the people in the wooden house, one big and one small, were all shaken by the shock, and then froze in place.

The embarrassing time passed slowly, and Lat turned his head to look at Reyde with difficulty, stretching out his claws cautiously, "Well, idol, you...can you cook..."

Reyde was silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked out: "...I'll go and coax Pasha back."

"........."

The corner of Lutter's mouth twitched, it seems that he won't...

After there was only one person left in the room, listening to the low howl of the wolf outside, Rat sat on the chair and looked at the fire and sighed heavily.

"Latt's talent is good. The last one who made me feel so talented was Reyed, but unfortunately..."

"It's nothing special, it's just imitation and good luck. Hmph, he doesn't know how long he can be proud after Reyed leaves."

"Ah, lat? The guy who always plays Lesyd's tunes? Can you leave him alone? It's boring..."

"There is no shortage of geniuses in the sports circle, and he is not a genius, right? So he likes to imitate and go to skating competitions."

"..."

Rat has heard so many conversations like this.

He knows exactly what his fatal flaw is, and Ms. Shulia and the coach have talked to him countless times in private, wanting him to try his own slippery hair and tunes.

Because he loves to step on thunder in the team, the people in the team don't like him either.

The coach's sigh, the teammate's ridicule behind his back, was finally called the "second generation" "glass sword" by the media.

It is a pity that he looks good, but his mentality is too fragile before the game, and he is destined to not go far.Gradually, people were no longer optimistic about him, and even his head coach recruited two more people to train him.

Rat lowered his head, his green pupils reflected his legs, depressed, painful, powerless...

If he could not cross the Deadly Valley in front of him, he might turn into a third-rate athlete, and finally disappear on the ice like those who left after making money.

But he doesn't want to.

He likes figure skating!

Originally, before coming here, Late thought of two ways to solve his current situation. One is to persuade his idol to go back, learn by his side and work hard to become a player with strong mentality and strength.

Second, if the persuasion fails, stay here and find a way to let the idol teach yourself, and strive to become a player with strong mentality and strength...

Regardless of the former or the latter, Rattle has no intention of continuing to imitate.

"I just... want to become more confident..."

To be precise, I want to stand on the ice like my idol, Reyceyd, as if the king descended, which is shocking!

It was as powerful as if that piece of ice was his throne.

It should be taken for granted, impeccable, and I am the only one!

Just standing there already represented victory!

"Can I do that in my life..." Lutter grabbed his hair with his dejected hands, sucking his nose with red eyes.

Outside the small window of the log cabin.

Pasha looked at the young man inside with compassion and kindness. In fact, he had already discovered that the child's nature was not bad. He was willing to do Ms. Shulia a favor, which could be regarded as helping the talented young man in the confused period.

He turned his head and looked down at the man squatting under his palm.

"Reyde, why don't you help him, it's not that he lacks strength but lacks self-confidence."

Reyde sneered: "When I didn't have that—"

The hand on the head suddenly tightened, pulling a handful of soft black hair. The smiling young man looked at the man with a cold sneer stuck in his throat, and smiled kindly.

"Ok?"

"..."

Those who dare to make their wives angry are not qualified to raise objections!

Kneel down to labor and management!snort!

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It's been so cold in the room lately, I'm shivering.

The weather outside is so warm, but the wind is a bit strong, so I dare not go out without a rope around my waist.