The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 355 I hope time is not a fake medicine
"Of course." Picking gold for the motherland is his unfulfilled dream.

Thanks for having her.

With a long sigh, Meng Yao stopped and murmured in wonder, "Why did Biro leave a WeChat message and leave, and even said that he would be a guide for him after the game."

Hearing her words, Qiao Yiyuanjun's face was slightly cold, don't look away, his heart is sore uncontrollably, but there is no cure, I hope time is not a fake medicine.

It was ten o'clock after taking a bath. Meng Yao swiped Weibo with her mobile phone and glanced at the news about herself, but it was about Qiao Yiyuan, so she read it word by word.

In the room, Qiao Yiyuan sat in the corner at the end of the bed, brushing his hair while answering the congratulatory call from Mrs. Qiao.

"I told your dad that you and Meng Yao just won another gold medal in the China Cup. He snorted disdainfully and said, 'There are still a few international competitions to come. I don't believe you will not be defeated'. Look, what kind of mentality, I don’t want to see my son doing well, my son is the best, mom is proud of you, come on.”

"I also read the report about you, many people support you, I am so happy to see it, oops... Mom won't see you in the future, so I will watch the report every day to pass the time." Mrs. Qiao said with a smile on the phone.

In the last sentence, Qiao Yiyuan paused for a moment while wiping his hair, and then said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mom."

After Mrs. Qiao said so much, Qiao Yiyuan replied with three words, but these three words already represented thanks to his mother for supporting him.

"Thank you, Mom told you clearly, you remember it, and you are not allowed to play tricks at that time. Mom supports you in liking figure skating, but you can't be a coach for the rest of your life. When the Winter Olympics is over in three years, you have to let go of the coach. I don’t care if you don’t want to go back to the company, you are better than a coach in everything, you know?”

"If you don't have a girlfriend by then, don't blame mom for introducing you. You didn't look for it. You and Meng Yao can make it to the Olympic season, which also means that you are both gold medalists. Your father will definitely recognize your dream. Don't be angry with your father at that time, how can father and son have overnight emotions, right?"

Qiao Yiyuan threw the towel on the stool at the end of the bed, and plucked his half-dried hair with his left hand, "I still insist that he must apologize to Meng Yao. A successful person should pay more attention to moral cultivation."

"Silly boy, what your father did to Meng Yao is targeting you. If he approves of you, will he not apologize to Meng Yao? Mom still believes in her own eyesight. Marrying a wife and a virtuous person is of course the first step in character." one."

"That's what you said, don't assert so quickly, lest you slap yourself in the face when it happens, it will hurt."

Mrs. Qiao burst into laughter on the phone, and said with a smile, "It's very late, and the game has just finished, go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

After Mrs. Qiao hung up the phone, Qiao Yiyuan hung up the phone, looked at the time on the screen, put the phone on the bed, got up and walked out of the room.

Seeing Meng Yao in cartoon pajamas sitting on the sofa in the quiet living room, holding her iPad and looking down, she was wondering what she was watching, when she suddenly heard a dialogue sound like a cartoon.

——"I will destroy you on behalf of the moon!"

Hearing this sentence, Qiao Yiyuan was slightly startled, walked to the sofa with long legs and sat down, glanced at the iPad screen, and saw a group of anime girls.

Before he could open his mouth, Meng Yao, who was watching the anime, said to him, "This "Sailor Moon" is really good-looking, and the evening dress mask is so handsome, especially when he came to help Moon Hare, the way he appeared on the stage was so cool. Seeing Red Rose, here he comes."

(End of this chapter)