Chapter 8 Who is more arrogant?
"Wow, the new kid is so strong!" The first one to shout was the men's singles player from the next group.
They gathered in groups of three or five, completely forgetting about training and discussing He Hui's jumping techniques in a low voice.
Tang Xiao slid in front of He Hui, her mouth opened wide, her eyes full of shock, "He Hui, are you... so strong?!"
Lin Xiaoman seemed to think the atmosphere was not cool enough, and added with a smile: "And this is her first time trying 3T followed by 2T, isn't that amazing?"
“Amazing!”
He Hui couldn't help but hold his forehead in his hand as Tang Xiao exclaimed.
He Hui had a feeling that her new coach would continue to attract hatred from her. However, she did not seem to hate this feeling. How should I put it? Being trusted and favored unconditionally, probably no one could resist it.
Tan Ling applauded generously after He Hui completed the series of jumps, but she did not stop, but instead took the time to practice on stage.
As if silently competing with He Hui, Tan Ling landed an advanced triple-three on the ice - 3Lz+3T.
"Damn, Tan Ling is so strong today too!" The exclamation still came from the male contestant next to him who was not doing his job and was concentrating on watching.
"I feel like I'm stimulated by the new kid in the room and I'm feeling a sense of crisis!" another contestant replied.
He Hui looked up at Lin Xiaoman and saw that she pointed out the details that ordinary people would not pay attention to.
"She has some skills, right?" Lin Xiaoman's tone was very firm.
He Hui nodded in his heart. This is indeed the biggest problem in Tan Ling's career. Now he just uses the blade vaguely, and the scoreboard is marked with (!), but later Tan Ling can't control the outer edge at the development stage. If the referee is strict, he will directly judge the wrong blade and give the scoreboard an (e).
"But it's great to have two different sets of advanced triple-triple jumps. It also gives us more choices for the free skating." Lin Xiaoman just finished speaking and turned her eyes back to He Hui. "Are you obsessed with it? Go practice quickly. Let's try to get the 3T+3T first."
He Hui:? I just bought 2T, and now they are raising the price?!
"Is it too late for me to say I don't want to change coaches now?"
"It's too late." Lin Xiaoman smiled and silently pushed He Hui.
He Hui was already laughing in her heart. She thought she was already flamboyant enough as a reborn "genius girl", but she didn't expect that her coach was the most ambitious one.
As if being forced to do something, He Hui stepped on his skates and went on stage again, passing by Tan Ling who had just finished jumping. The two did not talk, and the wind was inexplicably filled with the faint smell of gunpowder.
Tan Ling is trying to press the outer edge to complete a new round of practice. If you look closely, you will find that this time it is not obvious but it is indeed the outer edge.
He Hui withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and pushed off the ice to speed up, with a swish sound heard on the ice surface.
She accelerated all the way, avoided two team members, and came to a small open ice surface. With her left foot touching the ice, it was a clean jump. He Hui felt the freedom and pleasure of flying over the ice and completed her first 3T.
The speed of the falling ice was quite good, and He Hui instantly felt relieved.
In the second jump, He Hui restrained himself from swinging his arms to accumulate power and took off in a smooth arc, but he was half a beat late in tightening his body. Because he had to complete three circles, He Hui didn't have the energy to control his expression and spun with all his strength after taking off.
He Hui's mind was clear when she was turning in circles, but this made her feel out of control, as her axis was getting increasingly crooked. She tried to redeem herself with her willpower, but her body was out of control.
If he had been in a mature state after several years of training in his previous life, he might have been able to make some adjustments in his landing. But now... the outcome was clear at a glance.
With a bang, He Hui had an intimate contact with the ice surface. The pain came from the right side of the body, from the arm to the thigh, without any escape.
"Ah... what a pity, I fell down."
"But this triple T not only has a full circle, but there's not even an obvious secondary force!"
"Yeah, it's much better than your pull-up jump shot."
"roll!"
Amid the discussion next door that was gradually turning into a bickering, He Hui climbed up from the ice, patted the ice chips on his right side, and stretched his arms.
"Although it's awkward at first, it's much better than developing bad habits and then having to change them," Lin Xiaoman encouraged.
He Hui was unwilling to accept that he failed in his jump and fell down. The only thing in his mind was to fly again.
"I'll try again." He Hui said these four words firmly.
Lin Xiaoman nodded, and pointed out the reason why she was off-axis just now. "Although you don't need to exert force in the second jump, it doesn't mean that you can relax your body after taking off. You were too slow to tighten up just now."
Accurate description.
As a bystander who only knew the beginning and the end of the previous life, He Hui didn't understand why Lin Xiaoman, who had a pair of piercing eyes and mature jumping and gliding techniques, still couldn't pull Tan Ling out of the deep pit of development.
He Hui's eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of Tan Ling who had completed another three-three jump, and their eyes inadvertently met.
Tan Ling was the first to retract her gaze and did a hook jump alone on the ice to consolidate the results of forcing the outside edge.
He Hui then made two hypothetical movements on the ice, hugging his body and rotating it, and then pushed his left leg backwards to push himself off the ice.
The wind blew towards He Hui's face, and this time the gliding speed was faster.
He Hui turned around, and in the second before she took off, an old movie played in her mind. The movie was about her successful experience of performing a series of jumps in her previous life.
In a flash, He Hui spread his wings and completed his first jump.
After landing smoothly, He Hui did the same jump as before. He held his breath, touched the ice, tightened his body, and quickly completed the rotation.
This time the shaft is very straight and the speed is good.
Everyone's curious and expectant eyes were cast upon her again, and He Hui just endured the burning gazes, feeling the moment when the ice skates hit the ground. She shook her body slightly and slid out on the ice.
Done…done!
He Hui turned around excitedly and ran towards Lin Xiaoman in two steps.
"Slow down, slow down, are you going to change to speed skating?" Lin Xiaoman joked.
He Hui braked on the ice with a sizzle and raised his head proudly, "I did it."
Perhaps he inherited the personality from his previous life, his childish voice had the aura of a superior, and the three words he said were unquestionable.
However, in Lin Xiaoman's opinion, this is just a little kid who is very smart.
"Well, I just said that your progress is the same as theirs." Lin Xiaoman rubbed her head.
When He Hui skated on the ice rink for the third time, no one in the provincial team dared to look down on her.
At the age of eight, it took He Hui only two attempts to go from falling to success in the triple axel, and only half an hour for him to master it from the first success.
At the end of the training, He Hui completed several sets of rotations, changing four postures with ease, especially the last one-handed Biellmann, with a fast rotation speed and good posture. If it were put into the competition, the grading would be towards the maximum level.
Zhu Jianyong watched He Hui's training throughout, his eyes gradually brightened from being indifferent at the beginning. He was sitting aside and observing calmly, but after watching the five or six 3T+3T without any problems, he finally couldn't sit still anymore.
"Coach Zhu, do you want to go to the bathroom?" Lin Xiaoman's words were poisonous to everyone.
Zhu Jianyong snorted coldly, "Where did you get this chance? How come you are so lucky? I haven't seen anyone this strong in decades."
"Good things happen to good people." Lin Xiaoman crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Besides, are you as good as me?"
"Don't mention it, it's much better than the days when you wrestled every day when you were a kid." Zhu Jianyong continued, "After that, you can be promoted to youth and represent our provincial team in national competitions. We have places for overseas training, and you won't be left out if we win any awards."
Lin Xiaoman waved her finger and said, "The family assets of that kid are more than enough to buy a few ice rinks, so they don't need your place."
"Hey, you're destroying the bridge after crossing it!" Zhu Jianyong glared at Lin Xiaoman, then turned around and asked, "Then how did you steal it?"
“Charisma.”
Zhu Jianyong: “…”
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Three months later, He Hui, who had many years of experience in business networking, quickly became familiar with his friends in the provincial team. They would help each other when they encountered technical difficulties, and after training, they would gather together to discuss where to go for fun.
Tan Ling has always been convinced that He Hui is a very strong opponent in her career since the first time they met, and she always secretly competes with He Hui on the ice. Of course, the so-called competition is a simple mutual involution of skills, and Tan Ling herself is still quite cute.
"I brought you a gift after returning from a competition in France." Tan Ling handed the Eiffel Tower keychain in her hand to He Hui.
"Thank you." He Hui accepted the gift. This was the favorite style of street vendors in Paris, and the color seemed to match the gait.
Although this was a cheap gift that she had rarely received in her two lifetimes, He Hui still carefully hung it on the zipper of her branded backpack. Well, it's not impossible to sacrifice some of her own aesthetics for a friend.
Tan Ling hasn't seen He Hui for more than a week, and doesn't know how she is progressing in Advanced Level 33.
"Are you still practicing 3Lz+3T today?" Tan Ling asked.
"Well, I succeeded one or two times last week, but it's hard to avoid a second blow."
"Have you considered not delaying the turn?" Tan Ling thought for a moment and then gave his suggestion, "This might make the jump more stable."
He Hui blinked, but she didn't really want to change. The reason was that she really didn't like ugly jumping movements. "I'll try it again today."
Tan Ling: “Okay.”
Lin Xiaoman naturally heard the children's conversation and said with a smile, "I think what they said makes sense."
It was as if she had added fuel to the flame in He Hui's heart. The idea of not admitting defeat inspired her to completely conquer the unattainable Advanced Level 33 in the eyes of others today.
"But I can make a beautiful and stable 3Lz+3T." He Hui looked up and said confidently.
Just like in the previous shareholders' meeting where no one was optimistic, He Hui took over the responsibility of developing the hotel business, and with a burning gaze he said to the old men who were making things difficult at the long table, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose money."
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