My Smell is Damn Charming

Leng Buding was named by Wen Chun. Although Mu Huan was surprised, he was not flustered. In the eyes of everyone, he calmly said: "Warm up, I haven't warmed up yet."

Wen Chun nodded maintaining this cold look: "After ten minutes, you are the first to start."

"good."

Mu Huan bent over to put on his shoes, clinging to Yin Ge and leaning over: "Come on."

Mu Huan said with an "um".

When he got up again, Mu Huan saw Yu Yiman looking at him with gentle and implicit expectation, but in the next second, Yu Yiman closed his expression again, raised his chin, and tilted his head to one side.

Mu Huan: "..."

How can there be an inexplicable sense of arrogance?

Thinking of the arrangements that Yu Yiman had made for him in the past two months, Mu Huan felt soft in his heart, and was quite jealous of "Mu Huan." Just because of the original owner's unsatisfactory performance, there would be someone who loved him so much. Coach.

No matter why you take care of Mu Huan in this way, since I have received this kindness, I will definitely give you the most satisfactory reward.

After being able to stay on the ice, Mu Huan glided freely on the ice and moved his body.

This kind of smooth and flat ice surface that has been frozen overnight is the favorite among figure skaters. If you leave your own marks on the ice at will, it will give birth to a sense of exclusiveness to the entire ice surface.

When the body started to get hot, Mu Huan made a little preparation, and jumped up suddenly, jumping out of the simplest back-outer ice jump around.

Probably the body hadn't been stretched, and the ankles were still slightly soft. The ice skates were not at the right angle when they landed, and they slid to the outside.

"Huh!"

Fell to the ground.

"Haha..." laughter came from the audience.

Mu Huan didn't care. He got up and continued, using the limited time to pull his body away. Even if he fell again in the middle, the laughter did not fall every time, but Mu Huan didn't mean to be embarrassed at all.

It’s not a formal performance. Who has never fallen during training. If he falls and is laughed once by others, he will shrink and dare not slip again. Then when you stand on the international competition arena, you will be watched by tens of thousands of people. At the time, do you have to be ashamed to death.

Mu Huan dare not say that he is the strongest in the training team, but he can guarantee that he must be the one who has the best resistance to pressure and the most experience.

What he is doing now is to cherish the opportunity Wen Chun gave him, so that he can warm up on ice ten minutes in advance, make the most adequate preparations, and make a good start for this national training program.

In this way, Mu Huan fell down from time to time, often propped up the ice, warmed up with his low success rate, and time passed unconsciously.

Assistant Professor Zhao shouted outside the guardrail: "Mu Huan, come over and play music."

The first test of the national training team has finally arrived.

After Mu Huan got to the side of the guardrail, his gaze swept to one place coldly, and the guys who were looking at him curled their necks and bowed their heads.

Only then did Mu Huan withdraw his sight, and reported the number of the track he was going to slide.

With an OK gesture, Assistant Professor Zhao lowered his head to search for music on his laptop. There are more than 60 songs on the list. They were all sent to the coach in a hurry after being notified last night. Some are original songs, some have been cut, but most of them are It is an etude.

Seeing that Assistant Professor Zhao was still looking for, Mu Huan returned to the middle of the ice.

He turned and stood still, posing.

The audience was quiet. I don't know when, Yu Jiao and Mr. Xiong also walked to Wen Chun. The three stood against the guardrail in different poses, looking at him like three kings.

At this time, Assistant Professor Zhao raised his head and gave him a gesture. Mu Huan took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state. He raised his head and chest, arms around him, his legs crossed slightly on the ice, and finally nodded.

Assistant Professor Zhao's hand lightly tapped on the phone, and there was a slight electric noise from the speaker. Two seconds later, the music sounded and Mu Huan spun his feet and slid out.

"Wind Post".

This is a classical piano piece, from the great composer of W country in the last century, named "Feng Gang".

As a stage play describing war and love, "Wind Post" has four chapters, namely "Sentinel", "Shepherd Girl", "Wind Post" and "Flame".

The melody of each chapter has its own characteristics and is full of impact. When Wang Qinghua of the Provincial Team of Y Province was in the team assessment, he jumped the most passionate chapter 4 "Flame". In the short program, Mu Huan chose "Feng Gang". The third chapter is a link between the previous and the next. The change in style is particularly strong, and it is very suitable for arranging works. It is a common track in figure skating.

The Hua Guo figure skating team set "Wind Post" as the etude, which is not difficult, but it is comprehensive, and there is room for it to increase the difficulty according to the strength. It is very mature.

Mu Huan has been using this song for recovery training, and now it is natural to use it to participate in the in-team testing of the training team.

It's just that in the Hua Guo figure skating etude, the difficulty ranks only 25.

There are only 36 etudes, 13 free skating, and 23 short programs in total. "Feng Gang" ranks in the middle and is one of the songs that must be mastered by athletes at the provincial level.

As soon as the prelude sounded, the audience heated up.

"Fenggang?"

"Aren't they national players? I thought they would only skate the top ten etudes?"

"Don't be funny, when is the Chinese Etude for the national team members? They are all tailor-made, okay?"

"Um...slide this tune, will the difficulty be a little bit too low?"

No one thought that Mu Huan would skate such a simple track. Wang Qinghua tilted his head and whispered to the people around him: "I heard that Mu Huan’s family is quite rich. s work."

"There are drops in ability and money, and even in good works. We are not envious."

"Ha ha ha." Wang Qinghua smiled sourly and stopped talking. He wanted to see how much this Mu Huan could grow in more than a month.

As he spoke, Mu Huan slid out and swayed left and right on the ice, forming a complex combination of steps.

On the elegance of the posture on the ice, Mu Huan, who can enter the national team, is naturally top-notch. One shot can make people aware of the gap between each other.

Now with the music, the piano sound and the accordion sound are perfectly integrated, so the ice skates under Mu Huan's feet seem to have fallen on the staff, gliding easily and spinning beautifully.

nice.

On the basic skills of pace, Mu Huan's ability is not lost to any national player.

This is the treasure left by this body, and it is also the essence that he passed through, with the glory and pride of the past, smashing and erasing the flaws that the body shouldn't have, and finally survived.

Yu Yiman's gaze fell on Mu Huan's feet from the very beginning, observing for a moment, until the whole set of steps slipped, she showed a satisfied smile.

Everyone knows that the coaches of the national team teach high-skills and high-score moves. But from another perspective, if an athlete has a bad foundation, he will not be able to enter the national team at all. Therefore, the national team is the national team with the blade and the posture on the ice. What kind of eyes does the coach look at your foundation.

Mu Huan is really beautiful.

There was still a little problem, all of which disappeared. Every time he waved his hand and every tilt of his body, it was perfectly just right, letting Yu Yiman breathe a sigh of relief when he saw his warm-up error.

Afterwards, the "gold medal coach" quietly glanced at Mr. Xiong, then turned his head back.

The guy in the post is a young Alpha, lonely and enthusiastic, iron-blooded and kind, stationed in the grey post on the border of the country.

Every day, he wiped the gun in his hand, eager to pull the trigger, the muzzle shot out blossoming flowers.

Mu Huan stomped on the ice, staggered under his feet, spinning around and hugging himself, the wind messed up the hair on his forehead, his eyes drooping slightly, and his expression was gentle.

The young Alpha, lying in the window of the guard post, waited day after day for the moment his mission arrived, but he was extremely looking forward to it. Looking out of the scope, what he wanted to see was the white flying in the sky. pigeon.

So Mu Huan slid past everyone's eyes, with his stretched arms and legs spread out like dovetails, he raised high, facing the wind, his eyes bright, full of expectations.

May the war not start, may the country be peaceful, may everyone have a smile on their faces, and wish that I can carry that thin suitcase and embark on the way home.

This day.

A group of white sheep came leisurely from the side of the enemy's border. They were scattered and gathered from time to time. They ate the green grass that was visible in the field of view comfortably, and uttered a "baa" cry.

Behind the flock, followed by a girl holding a fine whip, her dark complexion reveals health and vitality, the lamb whip in her hand whipped in the air, making a "pop" sound, her eyes bright as stars in the sky .

The young man's sight fell on the shepherdess' face, and the young Omega's pheromone seemed to be lingering in his nose at a distance of several hundred meters.

I don't know when the steel gun was loaded, and my finger lightly rested on the trigger.

The Adam's apple slipped and swallowed drool.

However, the honey-like fragrance drenched the whole body more and more arrogantly.

A lonely heart seemed to be burning, and tormented his heart repeatedly.

Don't come over, I don't want to hurt you.

But I have my duty. When your feet step on my country, I must stain the land under your feet with your blood and tell everyone that my country is awe-inspiring!

The beautiful shepherdess didn't even know the danger was coming. She waved the whip in her hand and yelled at her lovely sheep, looking for the most beautiful meadow.

The lamb ate happily and made a pleasant sound.

The smile of the shepherdess was as beautiful as the sunshine in March.

While the spring breeze is warm, he kills every step of the way.

The melody of the music began to speed up, and occasionally a few basses were added to bring out the tense atmosphere to the fullest.

When he got up to speed, Mu Huan used his feet to jump forward.

Alpha in the sentry post took several steps of the shepherdess, the moment her feet crossed the border.

Mu Huan turned around, leaped forward, and jumped high.

With a "bang" gunshot, the bullet shot out of the chamber.

The atmosphere was instantly tense.

It's music.

It's the plot.

It is also the first jump of Mu Huan's short program, and it's finally here!