"...In that case, I respect your decision."

Mingyue remained silent for a moment. The female protagonist wanted to challenge herself. It was okay; she was just a figure skating champion.

An He tried to smile, but her smile looked worse than a cry; the road ahead was so dark that she couldn't even open her eyes.

That day, Mingyue brought back a coach, and Anhe stood there nervously, not daring to utter a sound.

The coach frowned as soon as he saw An He and shook his head repeatedly. "Miss Ming, she is not at the best age for a figure skater, and she is too timid. She is not suitable for figure skating."

"The original price has doubled."

The coach sighed, "It's not about the money..."

Mingyue casually increased her bet, "Three times."

The coach gritted her teeth, glanced at An He again, the struggle between money and fame causing her pain, "I still refuse..."

Five times.

"Okay! I agree! However, I get to decide how she trains, and it's none of my business if she can't stick to it."

Anhe couldn't understand the conversation between the two, but she could clearly see that the foreign woman's initial disdain had gradually turned into a strange look at her, as if she were a money tree...

It's a money tree, $5,000 an hour, five hours of training a day, it's hard for a coach not to be tempted.

Mingyue thoughtfully considered that the two of them did not speak the same language, so she personally designed the latest ear-tip translator and launched it to the market, making a fortune.

After that, Mingyue ignored Anhe and let Anhe and the coach face each other.

"From now on, you can call me Coach Mary."

“Okay, Coach Mary.”

Mary's face was serious; this girl might be the biggest Waterloo of her life. "I'll test your flexibility first, then we'll begin the next training session."

Before she could even straighten her legs, An He bit her lip tightly, her face turning pale with pain.

Mary didn't say anything, testing Anhe's limits until Anhe cried out in pain, then made Anhe start bending over backwards again.

The training was almost like hell, and after it ended, Anhe lay motionless in the training room like a dead fish.

Mary threw a towel at Anhe and sneered, "If it weren't for Miss Ming, I wouldn't have accepted you as a student. Your aptitude is the worst among all the students I've ever taught."

An He closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and into her hair.

Her aunt genuinely wants to nurture her; if she were to give up, it would be a disservice to her aunt's efforts.

It's just figure skating, isn't it?

She refused to believe she couldn't improve!

Mingyue watched helplessly as Anhe entered the training room every day with a death-defying spirit, only to come out with a tearful face.

The female lead is the female lead; no matter how difficult it is, she will grit her teeth and get it done, unlike the fake female lead who tries to take shortcuts. How can that be allowed?

Of course, it's just to create some minor obstacles for An Ruyu; don't thank her too much.

A month of training had only resulted in Anhe's flexibility barely reaching a certain level. Mary stepped on Anhe's hips, coldly looking at her watch, completely ignoring Anhe crying in pain beneath her.

"It's only thirty seconds, just thirty more meters and it'll be over."

An He wiped away the tears in his eyes, his legs trembling violently. He silently counted down the last thirty seconds, but even after the count was over, the coach still didn't let go.

"Coach Mary! Thirty seconds are up!"

So timid you can't even speak?!

Absolutely not. Anhe's mind was completely focused on letting go of her foot; if she didn't, she would really die!

Mary remained unmoved. "Oh dear, I misread it. Then hold on for another fifteen seconds."

Fifteen seconds after fifteen seconds, pushing Anhe to his limits time and time again, Mary finally let Anhe go.

Anhe remembered what Mary had said: although you've loosened up, don't rest immediately. Keep holding the position to prevent the muscles that you've worked so hard to loosen from snapping back and causing you to suffer again next time.