The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 72 Mr. Joe, can you lend me your shoulder?

However, head coach Zhu had already seen her wanting to defend, so he said with a gloomy face, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are the daughter of Meng Guoping and Chen Juan. They are athletes and coaches who have made outstanding contributions to the national sports industry. What have you ever had?"

"One of them died and the other was in the hospital. As their daughter, you haven't even won a domestic gold medal. What kind of capital do you have to rely on sex? What future will you have if you have a boyfriend, go shopping, watch movies and neglect training? Who do you lose? Whose face did you hit in the face?"

Manager Zhu's subsequent words made Meng Yao wrong for a while.

When did she make a boyfriend and go shopping and watch movies? !
After watching Coach Zhu leave, Coach Lu turned to look at Meng Yao, sighed and said earnestly, "If you are like this, whether you can participate in the National Winter Games in January is a problem."

After hearing this, Meng Yao raised her head to look at Coach Lu in vain. She has already accepted Ruan Feifei's bid for the National Winter Games. If she can't participate...

Thinking of this, Meng Yao clenched her fists secretly.

Coach Lu saw that her eyes were red and watery, and couldn't bear it, but this is reality.

There is no shortage of willful and willful people in this world, but there is a shortage of people with excellent ability and willful behavior; people with excellent ability are just young and vigorous.

Coach Lu left the office.

Meng Yao waited until her eyes were no longer red before leaving the office.

When passing by the ice rink, a group of young teammates saw her and slid to the fence in a friendly manner and chattered endlessly.

"What headlines were you talking about before?"

A teammate took out a mobile phone and showed it off to Meng Yao, "My mobile phone is my mobile phone, but Yan Xiaoyan asked Yan Xiaoyan to compensate me!" Meng Yao looked.

Meng Yao took a look, and found that it was the quadruple jump that she learned from that foreign man at the 'Tiantian Skating Rink', and it was actually posted on the Internet.

God, what a shame...

Yan Xiaoyan and the others who were practicing at the other end were always focusing on Meng Yao's side. Seeing how excited they were talking, they felt that Meng Yao was taunting her by saying that she lost the game.

Seeing that Meng Yao was about to pass by, Yan Xiaoyan's support team immediately choked Meng Yao for her.

"Hey, Meng Yao, I didn't expect that you are still a villain who has fallen into trouble. You have no character at all. What kind of athlete are you? What is your quality?"

"That's right, I don't think Coach Chen is like that, and Coach Meng is even worse. Why is my daughter like this? It's really incredible!"

Meng Yao, who was already in a bad mood, was irritated by their words, and glared at them angrily, "Who is the villain who has made trouble and has no character to chew people's tongues behind his back? Do you need to find out? People who have no self-knowledge are the most sad!" When he finished speaking, he deliberately stared at Yan Xiaoyan.

Yan Xiaoyan's face turned blue for a while, and she was so angry that she looked at Meng Yao's back that was drifting away.

He obviously talked about her behind her back, but she still doesn't admit it!

When she left the gate of the club and walked under a tree, Meng Yao's eyes were still uncontrollably reddened rapidly, and big tears fell down her cheeks.

Qiao Yiyuan, who was waiting for Meng Yao in the car, did not expect her to squat under a tree and cry.

bump.

Qiao Yiyuan got out of the car and closed the car door, walked towards Meng Yao calmly with one hand, and knelt down in front of her regardless of the eyes of passers-by.

"Yaoyao?"

It took a long time before a hoarse, choked voice sounded, "Mr. Qiao, can you lend me your shoulder?"

Hearing this, he slowly opened his arms towards her.

She knelt down on the ground lightly, put her arms around his neck, buried her head on his shoulder and continued to cry.

He folded his arms, slightly supported her slender waist with his palms, let her vent on his shoulders, narrowed his faint eyes slightly.

"..."

The cold wind blows, and under the light of the winter sun, the shadows of leaves swaying left and right hit them mottled.

(End of this chapter)