Han Shuhua, Han Lu's mother. is also the only person Han Lu has admitted that has had an impact on her personality.

- though not in the same way that other people's first reactions are warm.

That time it was like this. Twelve years ago, at the age of 16, Han Lu won her first Grand Prix in her first major tournament from junior to senior with a stunning quadruple jump that defeated the then famous Russian athlete in two quadruple jumps.

What's more, before this, many media and critics vowed that Han Lu would never jump out of more than one week after development, and she simply slapped countless people in the face in public.

At the follow-up press conference, Han Lu first answered a few questions from reporters normally in a good mood, and then because the questions became more and more boring, her patience became less and less. Finally, one of the reporters inadvertently stepped on a huge *.

"As far as I know, your mother is gymnast Han Shuhua, may I ask if you received a lot of influence and encouragement from your mother when you were growing up?"

A female reporter who wanted to find a different way to write an article about the family relationship of a genius girl asked.

…… Finished.

Liu Bofei, who was sitting on the side, silently lit a candle for the reporter in his heart.

"Do you want to interview my mother?" Han Lu asked with a smile.

"Does that have anything to do with this competition?" she continued.

"No, I mean ......"

Before the female reporter could finish speaking, Han Lu directly brushed the mineral water bottle on the table to the ground, the lid was broken, and the water bubbled to the ground. There was silence in the press gallery for a while, and Han Lu got up to leave. As she walked back to the lounge, she turned back and stared at the reporter who had just asked the question.

"That's right. "I was really influenced by my mom, for example, she told me that you don't have to be polite to people you don't like." She's right, if you have time, you can explore her more. ”

At that time, Han Lu was really looking forward to reporters writing about Han Shuhua and writing a feature article that only told the truth, so as to mess up her reputation and her coaching identity.

In the era when Han Shuhua had just debuted, the media was far from being so developed, and her impression in everyone's hearts was very flat, just a cold, elegant, and beautiful gymnast, her movements were very beautiful, and people couldn't find anything wrong, but in the end she retired early without making any reputation in the gymnastics world...... That's about what it looks like.

But in fact? No, far from it, Han Shuhua's image is much more fucking alive - sixteen-year-old Han Lu can't wait to roar at the whole world. Han Shuhua is a madman, a control freak, she has the ability to mess everything up, she has the ability to make anyone crazy - but- Han Lu sat in the lounge, calmed down the excitement in the mirror, and smiled calmly again.

She has the ability to mad anyone, she thinks, but except me.

In Han Lu's memory, as long as her mother was there, there must have been infinite disputes, shouting, screaming, silence and crying.

When she was coquettish at the mall and wanted to eat ice cream, her mother would unceremoniously kick her ass and drag her away, when she wanted a new dress, her mother would throw old shorts and tank tops in her face, and when she wanted to grow her hair long and tie her pigtails like the children in kindergarten, her mother would shave her hair shorter with a vengeance, no matter how much she cried and struggled, it was useless.

And, almost every day, she could hear the sound of her mother and father arguing, and she squatted in the room with her head covered with a quilt.

…… Let them stop arguing.

She covered her ears and closed her eyes.

…… Stop arguing.

Later, after a short period of time, the sound of the quarrel really disappeared. Because my father and mother divorced, my father silently took everything he had, left the house where they lived together, and never returned.

When she was younger, the memory of being held by her father and walking on the playground, and the memory of sitting on her father's shoulder, were completely blurred as if she didn't know if it ever existed.

Their father abandoned them. And she also abandoned her father.

She doesn't remember her last name at all before she changed it to her mother's.

It was revenge on the father, and there is nothing more cruel to a person than to be completely forgotten.

After successfully forgetting his father, as if some switch in his body was turned on, Han Lu's resistance to his mother also worked for the first time.

Han Shuhua, who entered the local junior sports school as a gymnastics coach after retiring in a hurry, almost naturally pulled his daughter into his student team. Undoubtedly, Han Lu is a good seedling who practices gymnastics, flipping, hanging, soaring, and spinning...... Han Lu, who has been practicing gymnastics hard under the strong pressure of her mother since she was three years old, easily surpassed the older children in the sports school.

However, such extreme mandatory training only made Han Lu deeply disgusted with the sport of gymnastics. In her mind, gymnastics is the demon that deprived her of her childhood, the time she spent with her father, the time she watched cartoons and ate snacks.

She had no interest in becoming a gymnast at all.

"That's amazing. Parents who come to supervise their children's training are often amazed when they see Han Lu jumping and flipping on the balance beam with ease.

"She is worthy of being the daughter of Coach Han. One parent said, "I will definitely be able to win a lot of medals in the future." ”

"Nope. Xiao Hanlu immediately shook her head, "No." ”

"Oh, Coach Han's daughter is such a humble ......"

"I'm not going to compete, I'm not going to be a gymnast. Han Lu, who was only five years old, looked firmly at the countless strangers in front of her who ran out to praise her, and said firmly: "I hate gymnastics. ”

No one took this statement seriously, but it was her official declaration.

She was not yet capable of resisting Han Shuhua, but she tried her best to resist her from the heart - even if I could only be forced to obey you, you would never be able to make me give in spiritually.

Half a year after Han Lu issued this declaration, she entered elementary school and began to study.

Going to school is a big test for children of this age, but she feels greatly relieved. After all, it's much easier to learn pinyin and arithmetic than to practice those damn gymnastics moves next to Han Shuhua.

She found great freedom in school, and just ten minutes of time in the playground between classes was wonderful for her.

Of course, her teachers and classmates quickly learned about her gymnastics talent, and the class teacher incorporated her into the school dance team to prepare for the upcoming school celebration. She joined the dance team with another girl in the same class, and she generously told Han Lu that she had been practicing figure skating in order to become a great figure skater one day.

This was the first time Han Lu came into contact with the concept of "figure skating".

That female classmate was very beautiful, combing different styles of pigtails every day and wearing a flower skirt, which made Han Lu, who was forcibly dressed as a boy by Han Shuhua, envious. In her hazy concept, if she practiced figure skating, she would be as beautiful as this girl.

So, Han Lu could almost be said to use a stalking method to let the female classmate take her to the ice rink where she practiced.

The smell of the rink was fresh – it was her first impression, cold and fresh, like a once-in-a-lifetime bottle of frozen carbonated soda. It's nothing like the gymnastics room she spends every day, filled with the stench of damn fabric and cotton pads.

The time for practice for the general public has not yet arrived, and the rink is now occupied by the junior figure skating team members of the sports school. The female classmates liked to watch the scenes of their practice, so they deliberately arrived early, and Han Lu also watched them together.

Through the glass, she saw the young girls who had already matured in their posture jumping and spinning lightly on the ice rink, sometimes like dragonflies touching water, sometimes like dragons swimming through the clouds. The skates under their feet seem to be alive, as if they can lead people into a new heaven and a new earth that is completely different from the world under their feet.

Han Lu was fascinated.

After this fantastic training activity, Han Lu walked into the arena with her classmates. She breathed in the strange and novel air with curiosity and greed, and the female classmate explained the situation to the coach on the side.

For the coach, of course, the more children who are interested in figure skating, the better, so he followed the direction of the female classmate's finger and saw Han Lu who was looking around in the field. The posture of the child who has grown up under the long-term professional gymnastics training is already very eye-catching, and the young coach knows at a glance that this is a very valuable congenital condition.

"Little friend. He beckoned Han Lu over. "Have you ever skated on ice?"

"Nope. Han Lu replied.

"Shall we try?"

The coach asked the staff present to take Han Lu to try on skates, and he thought about the training process of the junior team just now.

Of course, the basic skills are passable, but the power and beauty are insufficient, and it is difficult to see who has any special sensibility to music for the time being. It's enough to scare the layman, but if it's going to be on a higher stage, none of these kids have the potential yet.

Figure skating is different from pure competition, it is a comprehensive sport, a combination of strength and beauty. While the contestants complete the technical movements, they are also required to have a high degree of aesthetics for the combination of movements and the storytelling in the music, so that the music that crosses history and culture can be expressed with unique body movements that also cross history and culture, which is not only a sport, but also an art.

He is looking for a container to feel, accept, and transmit this art.

At this time, Han Lu, who had changed into skates, walked into the ice rink.

The young coach put aside the things in his mind, sorted out his thoughts, and clapped his hands at Han Lu.

"Good. He said, "Hold on to the railing and see if you can slide forward." ”

This coach is Liu Bofei.

His days as a "kind coach big brother" guiding Han Lu to practice skating may have lasted less than a year.

Han Lu, a little beast with huge potential, ran wildly all the way on the road of growth, far surpassing him, beyond anyone's imagination and control.