The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 342 Intuition
After changing her skates, Meng Yao came to the fence of the ice rink, looked at Qiao Yiyuan who was skating backwards with her back in the ice rink, and bent over to take off the skate cover.

While she was bending over, Qiao Yiyuan saw her, surprise flashed across his eyes, but he quickly pretended not to know.

Putting the skates on the fence, Meng Yao slid on the ice towards Qiao Yiyuan.

"Mr. Joe."

Qiao Yiyuan pretended to find her, and his skating speed was a bit slower, he turned around and slid back to watch her gliding towards him.

"You are disobedient." As soon as she came a short distance in front of him, she stared at him with her hands on her hips.

He continued to slide back and turned around naturally when he encountered a turning point, and she followed closely without opening up the distance at all, and kept it very well. In other words, the sliding was very tacit.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He put his left hand on his hip, raised his right arm and spread his right palm slightly.

"I told you not to wash the dishes. If you did, you broke one."

"..."

"Isn't this disobedient?"

"If it's broken, just buy it again, and you don't need to pay for it."

"..." This time it was Meng Yao's turn to be speechless.

For a while, the only sound in the ice rink was the sound of skates scratching the ice.

"What are you angry about? Can you tell me clearly when you are angry, so that I can know what you are angry about." She asked feebly.

Qiao Yiyuan stared at her, and said calmly for a long time, "It has nothing to do with you."

Telling her clearly is equivalent to disturbing the morale of the army, and there may be unexpected situations. As far as they are concerned, competition is better than everything, not to mention that he has already planned to try his best to withdraw his mind.

"Since it has nothing to do with me, Mr. Qiao should show me a friendly smile instead of putting on a straight face like I owe you money and won't pay it back."

"You owe me money and haven't paid it off."

"As long as I get the gold medal in the final of this Grand Prix, I can pay it off." She raised her jaw and said triumphantly, her eyes couldn't hide her joy.

"You'd better not slap yourself because you can't make it to the final because of your personal affairs." He mocked her.

She knew what he was referring to, and then thought he was angry because of this, and said with a low expression on her face, "Sorry, Mr. Qiao, it is because I met Biro that the business of your ice rink will be affected. I apologize to you."

"If I was angry with you because of a little money, I should have died of anger if you owed me so much money." He said coldly and sarcastically.

It's a pity that Meng Yao didn't hear it, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not because of this. I promise it won't affect the game, Mr. Qiao can rest assured."

Qiao Yiyuan was so angry that he didn't want to talk to her anymore, but he couldn't help asking her, "How do you know I'm here?"

"Intuition." She smiled cutely, scratched the back of her head with her left hand and said embarrassedly, "Maybe it's because I've lived with you for a long time, so my intuition is so accurate."

He stared at her, not responding to her words, his slender figure slid to the side for a while, no longer gliding in circles facing her.

"Start practicing." When she spoke, she had changed into the familiar face of Coach Joe.

"Yes!"

On the evening of November [-]rd, the third leg of the World Figure Skating Grand Prix kicked off in China, where outstanding players from all over the world will have another fierce competition to compete for the final seat.

Before the match, Meng Yao wanted Qiao Yiyuan to paint her nails, but Qiao Yiyuan no longer had that intention.

"Paint it yourself, if you don't practice, it will never look good."

Meng Yao pouted her lips slightly, and opened her mouth to act coquettishly, but she heard him continue to say——

"If you move faster, you can still watch the men's singles match."

(End of this chapter)