My imagination has come true

After all, Jiang Minhua listened to the persuasion, wiped away his tears silently, only thought it was a small quarrel between sisters caused by a misunderstanding, and still went to school every day to study, but he refused to hear Mu Qingyun's name again, and the family couldn't bring it up. It's half a sentence.

She even refused to talk to Wang Yun again.

But things still got bad.

Probably her mood was really affected, and it was also due to the intense homework in school. After two days without class, she couldn't understand what the teachers were saying.

In the mid-term exam before the winter vacation, she was muddled and her ranking plummeted. If she wasn't the child of a teacher in No. [-] Middle School, she might have been persuaded to transfer her from class two to ordinary class.

Li Congle was suddenly so angry that his heart ached, especially when he had to be ridiculed by these colleagues at school, which made his heart feel even more uncomfortable. Seeing this situation, Jiang Si quickly took care of his wife and resolutely refused to let her beat Minhua.

Minhua was already in a bad mood, and she was afraid that if she was a mother, if she gave her another beating, the situation would be even worse.

Jiang Si focused all his attention on comforting his wife and daughter. He originally wanted to have a serious talk with Qing Yun, but he didn't have time to do so.

Mu Qingyun was glad that he didn't have the time to deal with these people. It was annoying and troublesome to deal with them. It was better not to deal with them if he could.

In the last exam before the winter vacation, Mu Qingyun got a perfect score again.

Qi Changzhi was a little helpless.

Over the past few months, even his favorite piano, the daily practice time has been shortened by more than half. He never liked reviewing and previewing after class, but now he does all of them. A long wave of results.

Qi Changzhi really felt that he had tried his best, and his score did not disappoint. He scored 650 out of 625 points.

This result, let alone in the county, should be among the best in the city, but there is a pervert who can easily get a full score in the exam, which makes Qi Changzhi really proud.

Recently, when he returned home, he didn't even raise his head as high as before, and he was much more low-key and humble. His parents said that their son had really grown up.

The winter in Xiong County has a very low-key beauty.

The mountains are covered with ice and snow, because there are many evergreen trees planted in the county, and the snow-white crystals are also stained with a little greenness, which reveals some vitality in the heavy snow.

Just after noon, before dinner, the Xingchen Ice Rink was sparsely populated. Mu Qingyun walked in with his bag, and Coach Huang came over in two steps: "Student Mu, there are several players from the North Elementary School passing by our county today. I heard they are regular skaters." I'm from the national team's youth training camp. Look, don't tell me, the ones from other countries are worse, but they are really good at skating. It just so happens that you have class today, so you can take a good look at their skills."

Mu Qingyun glanced at the coach's instructions and saw a pair of boys and girls skating on the ice rink. The girl was as light as a dancing butterfly. The boy's movements were relatively small, but the two of them cooperated very well. Like a whole, the picture is harmonious and beautiful.

In the Ming Dynasty, ice skating was a niche sport, and the number of small skaters was very small, not to mention the counties, even the city could see past skaters, two or three would be considered a lot, and this is not an ice rink yet When the master was there, there were only two high school students in the ice rink. Looking at the boy and girl from Beiguo, their legs became knotted and they fell into a ball together, which immediately caused a series of laughter like silver bells.

I have to say that the skater's skating is really pleasing to the eye. Mu Qingyun watched it for a while before going to the locker room.

She didn't change Kosten, but seriously tied up her skates and began to practice basic skills.

Sliding, arc gliding alternately, circle after circle, forward cross step, backward two-footed gliding, each gliding method must be practiced.Mu Qingyun skated very seriously, completely following the same standard as the textbook.

Coach Huang looked at Mu Qingyun, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart, what a talent and patience!
This is the third class Mu has, and each class only lasts half an hour. Unfortunately, this kid is a bit old. If it was a few years earlier, it would not be much, even if it was only three years earlier. This kid, he has the confidence to bring out a world-class skater.

Coach Huang had just been moved for a long time, when he heard a burst of uncontrollable laughter from the ice rink. The male player from the northern country spit out a series of northern dialects, with a smile in his voice, and the tone was a bit high, although he couldn't understand what he said , but I always feel that the boy's expression is a bit frivolous.

The coach was startled, his face sank, and he was very unhappy.

They have been thinking of a big country since ancient times in the Ming Dynasty, and they used to regard the surrounding countries as barbarians. Naturally, they don't say that now, but the thinking of the Shangguo has always remained in the hearts of everyone. In front of foreigners, if there is a little bit of shame, they will It's annoying.

Mu Qingyun was calm, looked back at the male contestant, and continued skating his own.

The young boy from the northern country talked for a long time, seemed to be reprimanded by his partner, touched his nose, and slipped over to slide side by side with Mu Qingyun, speaking in a slightly stammering mandarin: "You'd better not put Time and energy wasted on this."

He paused, as if he was still trying to find softer words.

"You are old and tall. Up to now, it looks like you are still practicing the basics. You will pass the developmental level within two years of skating. Your skills are not good at first, and it will be even worse after that."

Coach Huang was immediately annoyed, and he opened his mouth to scold someone, but the little girl, his partner, slid over and grabbed his partner's ear, and said coldly: "If you keep talking nonsense and causing trouble everywhere, you'll just use your mouth!" chop off!"

The boy grinned his teeth in pain, but still muttered: "I was trying to persuade her with kind words. I am a good person, so I pointed her out. Practicing skating is very hard, and it has been a long time without any results. It is very miserable."

"none of your business!"

His partner was even angrier.

Mu Qingyun didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he saw this guy shouting louder and louder, his straightforward appearance was very annoying, so he raised his eyebrows casually, and said with a smile: "Take care of yourself first."

As he said that, he looked at his right leg, "If you keep tilting your bones like this, your lower leg will go numb later."

Before he finished speaking, the boy from Beiguo's legs stiffened, and he shook several times. His partner exclaimed, hugged him, and both fell on the ice.

Their coach outside the court was taken aback, and rushed over with a few staff members to pull them away.

This side jumped around and shouted for the doctor, but peace was restored on the ice rink. Mu Qingyun nodded in satisfaction, and continued skating with a sinking heart.

For the next two days, Mu Qingyun saw this pair of partners from Beiguo on the ice rink every day.

The boy must have been taught a lesson. He looked at him and wanted to provoke Mu Qingyun, but he didn't take any action. As long as he didn't step forward to cause trouble, Mu Qingyun would pretend that he couldn't see this person.