Bellman [figure skating]

Chapter 6

Zhong Yi only felt that this sleep was very short and extremely uncomfortable. When he got off the car and arrived at the hotel, his neck still had a faint pain. At this time, it was the time when the sky was turning dark in country A, the hotel was shining golden, and there were youth athletes from various countries like them standing at the door.

In fact, country C's results in this year's World Youth Championship were not good, and two people came. One is her, and the other is Yang Qinghe.

Before leaving, Zhang Chunzi had a threatening look on his face, asking Yang Qinghe to take care of Zhong Yi.

So when she got off the bus, Yang Qinghe picked up her luggage and followed Coach Chen Lu.

Zhong Yi was still reminiscing about the conversation before he fell asleep, and walked forward with a smirk on his face, perfectly not seeing a lot of people blocking the way. It bumped into Yang Qinghe firmly.

When she reacted, she looked up and saw a large circle of people standing in front of the lobby door, arguing and arguing. According to the team uniforms, they were obviously players from country H.

The eyes of this group of people are now all focused on their heads, and the eyebrows are raised in displeasure. In fact, she often encounters this kind of situation, but now the group of H country players are cursing at them in their own language.

Unfortunately, Zhong Yi was scolded by people from country H for participating in the competition in her previous life, so she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and learned all the swear words in that language. Being scolded without offending anyone made her feel very upset.

Yang Qinghe next to him came over and asked, "Are they scolding us?"

Zhong Yi nodded coldly.

Before she could speak, Yang Qinghe put the luggage in his hand on the ground and walked over slowly. His voice was heard in the whole lobby - "What are you talking about?" It was still in English

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Zhong Yi doesn't think of conflict from the bottom of his heart. In this kind of competitive sport, he still has to tell the truth on the field. Unexpectedly, when Yang Qinghe opened his mouth like this, the H country people became even more excited. Zhong Yi really doesn't understand what he's saying now.

Turning her eyes, she saw Yang Qinghe clenched her fists again, and she hurried forward to pull him away. In her peripheral vision, Coach Chen Lu also moved.

It's just that the hand that fell on Yang Qinghe's body in the end was slender and stylish. Zhong Yi still can't react, it's not her hand, nor the coach's. Looking up along the hand, my heart missed half a beat--Shen Yan.

The coach kicked Yang Qinghe aside and rolled his eyes: "Shen Yan is here. Let's talk about family matters."

Shen Yan nodded with a smile, and Zhong Yi took a look at him. He was wearing a white sweater and black pants today, and his hair was still the same. A bit scattered, obviously just finished training.

"Listen." Shen Yan spoke in fluent English on the opposite side of the H countryman: "This is the World Youth Championship. If there is trouble, I will report it directly to the tournament. The suspension will vary from several months.

" People go inside.

Yang Qinghe muttered dissatisfiedly, but Zhong Yi couldn't listen at all. Two months ago, this person's dynamics were still [English is so difficult], and now he can do it to this level.

When they arrived at the room, Chen Lu welcomed them all in, then turned around and slammed the door.

Really fell, very angry kind. Zhong Yi stood aside with winking eyes, and Shen Yan also stood with her when he saw the situation. It's close enough to smell like laundry detergent.