The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 44 No actual action?

"So a season usually has the same two songs, is that because of that?" Meng Yao asked.

He nodded, "If there are no unexpected circumstances."

She nodded understandingly.

"Judging from the repertoires used in previous years' competitions, these two repertoires really have a refreshing feeling. They are original songs, and the style is a bit sad, and the second half is more prominent."

"It is easy to get high scores in the second half of the figure skating performance, but it is more difficult. This requires the players to have sufficient physical support, and they must also think well about the choreography of movements."

"I see, thank you, Mr. Qiao, I was indeed looking for you." She smiled and said to him.

"Actually, the coach will think about his players and make use of their strengths to avoid weaknesses." He fixed his eyes on her eyes that suddenly shone from a certain angle.

She said honestly, "I don't know why, but I just want to hear Mr. Qiao's opinion. Thank you for taking up so much of your time today."

Hearing this, he begged her for a thank you with great interest, "No actual action?"

She had opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, turned to look at him, smiled generously and said, "The worst thing is to cook another meal for Mr. Qiao. If Mr. Qiao wants me to invite you to the restaurant, I really can't help it. I'm still a student. Well, there is no source of income. But you can keep accounts."

Her answer made him feel that she was quite cute when she confessed, and he smiled slightly.

"Then I'm leaving, Mr. Qiao drive slowly on the road, bye!" She said and got out of the car.

When she was about to close the car door, he remembered that there was still some ointment left for her, "Wait a minute."

She opened the car door again, bent down to look at him, and saw that he handed over a small rectangular box, reached out to take it, and saw what it was. She raised her eyes to look at him in surprise, a sweet smile quickly melted on her cute face, and took it. Holding the ointment and shaking it at him.

"Thanks, I'll use it. Goodnight!"

Although I don't know how he knew about her foot injury, but thank him.

Qiao Yiyuan watched her enter the gate of the community, and then saw the windows of Meng's house lit up before starting the car and leaving.

When Meng Yao got home, she immediately called Coach Lu to talk about the repertoire.

I hung up the phone and went to take a shower. After the shower, I applied the ointment given by Qiao Yiyuan on my feet, and the feet were instantly refreshed.

Happily, he picked up his mobile phone and told Qiao Yiyuan about his experience using WeChat.

Qiao Yiyuan just walked out of the elevator at this time, felt the phone vibrate, took it out to look, saw that it was a WeChat message from Meng Yao, and after looking at it, the phone was suddenly taken away——

"Walking around and looking at the phone, let me see which character is so important, let my A Yuan God hold the phone." Qu Xi's unbeatable voice suddenly sounded, "Meng Yao? Yoyo, are you hooked up?"

Qiao Yiyuan, with a dark handsome face, didn't bother to waste energy, took out the key and opened the door to enter the house.

Qu Xi followed behind and went in, gossipingly flipped through the chat records between him and Meng Yao, but found no clues, threw the phone on the sofa in disappointment, sat down on the sofa, and piled his long legs on the coffee table, Lazily looking at Qiao Yiyuan who was pouring water to drink.

"I'm going to watch Meng Yao's match in the tournament."

Qiao Yiyuan acted as if he had never heard his words, kicked Qu Xi's legs off the coffee table, "Go back to your house."

He stood up without hesitation, and walked towards Qiao Yiyuan's room, "I just came back from out-of-town, I'm going to stay here tonight—hey...cough cough...murder..."

Qiao Yiyuan strangled Qu Xi's neck with one arm and dragged him towards the door, and threw him out together with the luggage bag.

bump.

Anti-lock.

"Hmph." Qiao Yiyuan turned off the light in the living room and went back to the room.

(End of this chapter)