The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 39

Walking in the long corridor, Meng Yao heard the melodious and quiet piano sound coming from the music classroom, and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

In front of a shiny black piano, Lu Feng closed his eyes, dancing on the keys with his slender fingers, and the crisp and melodious sound of the piano flowed out from between his fingers.

Meng Yao, who was standing at the door and listening, raised her hand to knock on the door panel until the last note fell away.

"Excuse me, is this Senior Lu Feng?"

Lu Feng, who was sitting in front of the piano with his back to the door, heard the knock on the door and the question, turned his head to look at the door, and seeing her, his calm but calm expression turned into surprise.

Lu Feng, a talent in the music department, not only sings well, but also is good at composing music. He has won many awards at home and abroad, and it is said that he has signed a contract with a well-known music company.

"Hello, is this senior Lu Feng?" Meng Yao asked again with a smile when she didn't get a response.

Lu Feng stood up and walked towards her, stood two steps in front of her, and responded to her with a smile, "I am Lu Feng. I know you. You are Meng Yao from the first-year foreign language department, the champion of the 'Feiyue Cup'. Are you looking for me?" What's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, he would say such a long and straightforward sentence as soon as he opened his mouth. Meng Yao was slightly surprised, but then smiled, "There is indeed something wrong. I want to ask the senior to write a song for me, and I plan to use it in the championship. I can ask the senior to help me. Shall I write it?"

"Of course." He nodded with a smile.

Meng Yao was overjoyed and thanked with a smile.

"What's the theme of the season?"

At this moment, Meng Yao thought of her father who passed away, her mother in the hospital, and the national team who could not enter as she wished.

"lose."

After the secretary arranged the itinerary for the day, the insider asked Qiao Yiyuan——

"President, I have 10 minutes to spare after the eleven o'clock meeting in the morning. Do you need to call and say hello to Head Coach Fang in advance?"

Qiao Yiyuan held the receiver and looked at the land development project at hand. Hearing what the secretary said, he thought of Meng Yao and hummed lightly.

After the meeting, Qiao Yiyuan returned to the office, and the phone rang as soon as he sat behind the desk.

Coach Fang called.

"Coach Fang." Qiao Yiyuan answered the phone, with a faint smile on Jun's face, "I was just about to call you."

Head Coach Fang's hearty laughter rang through the phone, "Boss Qiao takes care of everything every day, and I'll do the same when I call you."

Qiao Yiyuan smiled silently, leaned back in the chair and said, "The head coach of Labor is calling in his busy schedule. I want to know about the selection of figure skaters to join the sports team."

"Mr. Qiao also wants to ask why he chose Lu Yun and not Meng Yao, right?" Manager Fang asked with a smile.

Qiao Yiyuan said casually, "I just think it's a pity."

When he spoke, he put his slender legs together, turned the chair slightly with his left foot and turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and gazed faintly at the distance outside the window, like the rolling hills in an ink painting.

"The head coach Zhu of the Stellar Club told me that Meng Yao didn't want to join the sports team. What can I say? You can't force her to join the sports team, right?"

"Moreover, capable athletes in the system can choose to fly solo. It's not a good thing that the Stellar Club has the ability to train her, it's all for the glory of the country."

It turned out that she didn't want to join the national team.Qiao Yiyuan was thinking, and the words of Head Coach Fang sounded in his ears again——

"However, I still hope that she can enter the sports team one day. Meng Yao still has a lot of room for growth, so the official Weibo did not respond to this matter, just hoping to leave a way out."

After chatting for a few words, Qiao Yiyuan hung up the call.

The thumb of the right hand holding the mobile phone gently rubbed the screen back and forth, the elbow of the left hand rested on the upper arm of the chair, the index finger lay across the straight nose, and the thumb rested lightly on the chin, narrowing the long and narrow eyes with deep thought.

Want to be a national athlete, but refuse?

"..."

(End of this chapter)