Now I can only walk slowly holding the handrails at the edge of the ice rink.

Jiang Wuyang sighed.

Still turned around and walked away.

Holding Meng Yanche's arm.

“Never learned it?”

Meng Yanche's voice unconsciously became muffled as Jiang Wuyang held him like this.

"No, not at all. I'm afraid."

Jiang Wuyang rolled his eyes and asked, "Then why are you here?"

But he still said patiently: "Then hold on to this handrail and walk for a while. Once you are familiar with it, you can try letting go of the handrail. Keep your knees bent, lean your body forward slightly, and slide in alternating small steps."

"Just try it first. If you can't do it, I'll find a coach to teach you. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Jiang Wuyang strode out. After reaching a place with fewer people, she skated even faster. She definitely didn't have the patience to teach others.

Jiang Wuyang's skillful movements are particularly eye-catching on the ice rink.

Ice chips flew out along the ice blade, making Jiang Wuyang's movements seem even more decisive and efficient.

Feeling the speed of the wind, Jiang Wuyang curled his lips slightly.

Relying on memory, he jumped backward, landed on the ice with his right foot, and completed a perfect inside-out loop jump.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously lingered on Jiang Wuyang, and Meng Yanche stared at him blankly, unable to take his eyes off him.

And at this moment, outside the field.

A man in sportswear was staring at the scene blankly: "So... so beautiful!"

Lin Yan stood aside, looking annoyed. Who cares if he has to like ice skating? If his father hadn't asked him to accompany him, he wouldn't have paid any attention to this little brat.

He refused to play golf, a sport that doesn't waste energy, and instead insisted on coming to the ice rink to skate.

Hearing the little brat's voice, Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, wondering what the little brat was making. "Wha...what?"

Following his gaze, his pupils suddenly dilated: "Jiang Wuyang?!!"