Chapter 83 One Day
He Hui skated beautifully in this short program. On the field, she looked like a drunken dance after two glasses of wine. However, her jumps were stable and graceful, which made people call it a textbook performance.
The seats for the Chinese team were even more lively. Banners and national flags were waving, and there were screams and cheers. Although the shouts were not in unison at the beginning, the momentum in the end was full of team spirit.
He Hui sat surrounded by the crowd and won the first place in the short program smoothly, earning 12 points.
Tan Ling finally fought her way out of the crowd of female singles players, took fifth place, and surprisingly earned 8 points.
After reading it, Bian Jing swore again, with his right hand raised: "You must have faith in me, I will try my best to get a good result!"
He drew the first lot and went on stage first, but he had all the banners ready, and even made one for himself.
"Please!" Before going on stage, Bian Jing handed it to He Hui solemnly.
He Hui looked at the pair of shining big eyes, decided to try hard for the Chinese team's spirit, and nodded.
But when she unrolled the banner, she suddenly felt extremely regretful.
It only said: "Come on, Bian Jing, the best skater among the handsome guys!"
He Hui forcibly gave the other end of the banner to Tang Meng: "Come on, let's share the pain together."
Tang Meng: “…”
"It's so funny. He Hui holding the banner really has no hope in life."
"To be fair, Bian Jing is indeed good-looking. His eyes are eyes and his nose is nose."
"Why is Sun Hongfang so absent-minded? Not only is he sitting in the corner, but he also looks... unhappy?"
Sun Hongfang was indeed not in a good mood. He was quite resentful that Bian Jing had snatched his number one men's singles position, but he won less than he lost on the court. This season it was so exaggerated that he didn't win even once.
It is extremely difficult to get him to have a good attitude towards Bian Jing.
But in front of the camera, he had to pretend, watching Bian Jing jump a 4T on the court and clapping casually. After seeing Bian Jing get a good score, he also pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile.
The audience has sharp eyes and naturally has nothing good to say about Sun Hongfang. But in the world of competitive sports, results are the most important voice.
Sun Hongfang's score has never exceeded Bian Jing's this season, mainly because his 4S certification often has problems with lapsing or even falling.
Therefore, in the short program, he chose a pure three-week set, which at least ensured the completeness of the program, and the speculation on the Internet subsided a little.
After all twelve contestants performed, Bian Jing took second place and Sun Hongfang took sixth place, with a total of 18 points.
There was no women's singles competition on the second day of the World Team Championships. He Hui and Tan Ling concentrated on being the strongest cheerleading team, busy with posters, banners and hand banners.
Regardless of the results, the Chinese team did gain a wave of fans at the World Team Championships.
Because it was a low-pressure competition, Lin Xiaoman let He Hui do whatever she wanted. Since they wanted to do some fancy cheering anyway, the coaches just let the kids do whatever they wanted.
But the day before the free skating, He Hui suddenly said she wanted to talk to her.
Lin Xiaoman's right eyelid twitched and she wanted to refuse the conversation.
But seeing He Hui's eyes, she immediately predicted, sighed and asked: "Do you want to go to 4F in the free skate?"
Although her feelings were touched, Miss He was still confident.
"Just consider it as a way to explore the way for next season." He Hui replied, blinking his eyes to show cuteness to Lin Xiaoman.
Lin Xiaoman met those big watery eyes and held her forehead with her hand: "Okay, where do you plan to add it?"
"Change 4T to 4F."
Lin Xiaoman stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then said with determination: "If you are sure, I believe you."
"I think we can give it a try."
He Hui's decision was not sudden. After the World Championships, He Hui entered the new season's state early and focused on 4F. So far, He Hui's 4F success rate has exceeded 50%.
"Then go for it boldly. If you succeed, you'll astound the world. If you fail, we'll still be there for you, right?" Lin Xiaoman said.
He Hui felt a surge of warmth in his heart and raised his lips: "Then I will try my best to amaze the world."
*
The third day of competition was the final competition among the six countries. In the pairs free skating, China defeated its old rival Russia and took first place, earning 12 points.
"We've surpassed the American team and moved up to second place." Tang Meng looked at the latest updated standings carefully, then turned to look at He Hui and Tan Ling, "The baton is now passed to you!"
He Hui quickly calculated in his mind that it was actually quite difficult to win the championship.
It is basically impossible for the two Russian players to fall out of the top five. If the Chinese team wants to surpass the Russian team in points, it means that while He Hui has to take first place, Tan Ling must also work hard to get into the top three.
"Huh, the pressure is a bit high." Tan Ling smiled bitterly, trying her best to make her expression look less bitter and resentful.
It took only three to five years for the Chinese team to go from being at the bottom of the six nations to miraculously stepping onto the podium in Sochi, and now to attacking the championship podium.
He Hui patted her back gently again and again and said, "Just try your best to be clean and be yourself."
"Hmm..." Tan Ling felt too much pressure, carrying the burden of whether she could create a new miracle. She was the key lady in this World Team Championship. "The World Team Championship suddenly became less joyful."
Bian Jing waved his hand and took out the banner with white letters on a red background that had been used once in the short program.
"It's okay, our cheering style will not change." As he said this, Bian Jing waved the small national flag in his hand.
Tan Ling's shoulders relaxed a little: "Thank you so much."
"Hehe." Bian Jing grinned heartlessly.
A group of people were watching the fight in their seats. Tan Ling looked particularly uneasy and was quietly counting on his fingers.
"Oh, Tan Ling baby, you are really under a lot of pressure. I feel that if we analyze everyone's set, one of the two Russian players needs to make a big mistake in order to win the championship, right?"
"Even if they are runner-up, the Chinese team has created new history! Everyone, please don't be too harsh on Tan Ling."
This World Team Championship, which should have been an event of great joy, was given different meanings in the hearts of He Hui and Tan Ling.
The two fought side by side for China, but each had their own bumpy road to take.
——Tan Ling will strive to be the most perfect version of herself to retain a glimmer of possibility of winning the championship; He Hui will challenge the third quadruple in the program to create more space for his own choreography in the new season.
Tan Ling walked to the center of the ice rink with a heavy face and spent twice as long as usual making final preparations before the game.
"No...is it going to be timeout?" Tang Meng turned to He Hui in panic.
"Believe her." He Hui comforted.
Tick, tick.
When the countdown reached three seconds, Tan Ling on the field finally posed.
"Oh, I was scared to death." Tang Meng patted his chest, and his whole body was extremely nervous.
The music soon started and Tan Ling danced along, soon entering the first series of consecutive jumps.
Tan Ling's movements are powerful and smooth when jumping from the ice.
"This 3Lz+3T is so cool." Tang Meng envied, "You can all jump up, but me, sigh."
"Why compare your shortcomings with others' strengths?" He Hui said, "None of our skating steps can compare to yours."
"Hehe." Tang Meng thought about it and felt better.
She looked at Tan Ling on the field and said, "This is 3F, right?"
"right."
"To be honest, I identify them mostly by entering them."
"You don't need these, so why are you embarrassed?"
"That's right!" Tang Meng felt that He Hui's few words had made her suddenly enlightened, "You really don't waste your energy at all!"
"Don't think about it. Thinking about these things will not help improve your competitive state." Miss He's consolation was as special as ever.
Tang Meng felt like an arrow hit his knee: "......"
The four jumps in the first half were completed with high quality, and Tan Ling was one step closer to perfect clean.
"2A+2T+2T." Tang Meng muttered to himself.
"3S...2A." Her eyes lit up and her voice rose instantly, "It's all done!"
Yes, it’s all done!
He Hui let out a long sigh, waved the cheering banner in his hand vigorously, and shouted: "Tan Ling, you are the best!"
Tan Ling on the field immediately caught the shout, looked in her direction, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
Tan Ling was still panting when she sat down. She came out earlier than the two Russian players and needed to get a good score before she could put pressure on her opponents.
"127.32 points!"
The score was followed by the letters PB, which meant that Tan Ling had defeated herself again.
He Hui sincerely congratulated her and hugged Tan Ling for a long time without letting go: "Congratulations!"
"I hope there will be a miracle." Even though she got a personal best, Tan Ling's expression was still solemn.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate." Tang Meng patted Tan Ling's shoulder, "Every time I improve a place, I want to reward myself with an indulgent meal!"
Li Zishi, the partner who had not spoken much, held his forehead with his hand: "It's not necessary...right?"
Everyone laughed and the originally tense atmosphere eased a little.
Tan Ling held He Hui's hand tightly all the time, and when she saw Valeria Belova come on the court, the muscles in her arms were tense.
Every time Valeria Belova took off and landed on the ice, He Hui could clearly feel the person next to her subconsciously clenching her palms and her extremely stiff muscles.
When the song ended, the palms of their hands were sweaty.
"129.03 points, very high."
The next to perform was another Russian athlete, Diana Volkova, who placed all five jumps in the second half, with the difficulty of the choreography reaching the maximum in the triple jump era.
Tan Ling tried her best to control her bad mood when she spoke: "It seems there is no hope..."
"How could that be!" Tang Meng leaned close to Tan Ling's ear, "How about I secretly cast a spell now and pray to God to make my opponent fall?"
"What a bad idea." He Hui smiled helplessly.
"Hehe, my moral level is a bit low." Tang Meng has a clear understanding of himself.
Soon, Diana Volkova began to perform. She was very stable and did not fall. She even raised her hands for extra points. Except for two small wobbles in her jumps, there were no other problems.
Tan Ling's heart sank little by little, and the hand holding He Hui suddenly lost its strength and fell to her side.
Host: "Diana Volkova's free skate score is 129.37 points."
Tan Ling's two opponents scored more points than her. This means that with the other American and Canadian players not participating, and He Hui getting the first point, the Chinese team has no chance of winning the gold medal.
Tan Ling sat in her seat blankly, tears almost welling up in her eyes several times.
She tilted her head back, her voice thick with nasal tone: "No, I still didn't do it..."
"You're already great!" He Hui held Tan Ling's hand again, "Perfectly clean and set a new PB?"
When Tan Ling heard this, she finally couldn't control her emotions anymore. She threw her head on He Hui's coat and burst into tears.
He Hui should have gone backstage to prepare for her performance, but she didn't want to abandon Tan Ling, who was in a low mood, so she waited patiently.
After a while, Tan Ling raised her head and asked with red eyes: "One day, the Chinese team will stand on the highest podium, right?"
"Well, there will definitely be such a day." He Hui nodded solemnly.
“I don’t know if I can see…”
"Perhaps, you are also a member of the champion?"
"How is that possible?"
"Why not?" He Hui asked, and said simply, "Then how about this, let's make a promise to challenge for the championship podium in two years."
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