"The results in the preliminaries don't determine the final standings, you are only 1.5 points behind the third place, and you play your best in the free skate, and you can't run for a runner-up."

Hai Yin was dissatisfied and interrupted the coach's mobilization speech: "Why not the champion? Any result other than the championship is a failure! Glancing defiantly at the coach, Hain said firmly: "I will beat Lev and let everyone know that I am the number one in the world today." ”

The coach had a bitter face: "But Lev is three points higher than the second place......"

"That's the sympathy points given by the judges when they saw him pitiful!" Hine stiffened his neck unconvinced, "You're still not my coach?" Grow the prestige of others and destroy your own ambition. I'm here to win, otherwise who's going to do this? ”

The coach is about to kneel down for Haiyin, this is not a training hall that clears the scene, and the athletes and coaches who came to participate in the competition next to him are looking this way.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to concentrate on training, right?" Unzipped and pulled, Hein pulled out a beautiful flat box with a strange expression, "What is this?" You put it in my bag? ”

The coach shook his head.

"Who would put that? No one would want to poison me, right? Looking at it suspiciously, Hein tore open the ribbon three or two times, and the box contained handmade cookies, and a line was written on the inside—

[(Fist villain) Champion, come on, you are the best]

The handwriting was all too familiar, and Hain had secretly tore up her notebook, or picked up the paper balls she had written, and took them home to flatten them, carefully clipped them together.

While secretly laughing at her words like a 10,000-year-old schoolchild, he traced the strokes she wrote with his fingertips, imagining the cute appearance of her little face and tense lips slightly pursed.

Hai Yin's heart was hot, and he glanced back at the players shuttling around the ice rink, and he hurriedly explained to the coach: "I'll go out for a while and come back in half an hour." ”

Jian Fan found that the mascot of this competition was very cute, and she happily ran to the souvenir shop, staring at the huge plush mascot in the window.

It is so big, it must feel very good when it is a pillow, and his eyes fell on the price card, and Jian Fan heard the sound of heartbreak.

"It's too expensive to buy, and I owe a lot of money to Hein."

Jian Fan hung his head.

"Because you owe Hein money, so you have to be with him?" Mick asked incredulously.

Startled by his silent approach, Jian Fan leaned against the window glass and shook his head: "No, no, how do you know I'm here?" Are you stalking me? ”

"If I hadn't followed you, I'd have been kept in the dark. Little Fan," Mick put his arm on her shoulder, "you don't have to grieve yourself. ”

Jian Fan broke free, she stared at Mick: "Don't talk nonsense, Haiyin and I are not what you think, we, we are ......"

What is it?

Jian Fan opened his mouth and found that he couldn't continue.

In Mick's opinion, her reaction was equivalent to irrefutable, and he said eagerly: "Xiao Fan, you have been afraid of Hai Yin since you were a child, and others like to surround him, but you are far away alone. He may just be taking advantage of your innocence and ignorance......"

"Don't say it!" Jian Fan interrupted him angrily, "Yes, there is indeed an agreement between me and Haiyin, but it is not as dirty as you think, Haiyin is very good to me. You all think I'm stupid, but I'm not a fool, I can tell who's good to me. Please don't speak of him in that tone. ”

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." Mick good-naturedly confessed his mistake, "Little Fan, you only need to answer me honestly one question - you don't like Hein, do you?" ”

Something blocked his throat, Jian Fan's lips moved, and he said for a while: "I, I don't know." Don't ask me, I don't want to answer. ”

She thought of her sister who was smiling like a flower, and remembered that her sister was in front of her, telling every bit about Haiyin with a dreamy look and tone. Jian Chu's love is like the sun on a summer afternoon, hot and intense, Jian Fan asked herself, she probably can't be like her sister in her life, regardless of burning herself to love another person.

But why couldn't she say the affirmative answer to Mick?

Taking a step forward, Mick's expression was gentle, with unconscious pity, he bent over and squatted in front of Jian Fan, and sighed: "Okay, then I won't ask, don't be sad, Xiao Fan......" As he spoke, he gently held Jian Fan's fingertips.

His mind buzzed, and he was knocked back by their two sentences, and when Hein saw Mick's actions, he was stunned, and without thinking, he rushed up and kicked Mick down.

Jian Fan's eyes flickered, and Mick had already been kicked several times by Hein, who had pounced on him, and shrunk into a ball of pain and gasped.

Hein is different from the tall Mick, as a professional athlete, his explosive power is not covered, with his rich experience in playing black sticks since he was a child, he soon found a tool to take advantage of, split his head and face and smashed down, every time he smashed to the ground, Mick was beaten so that he even lost the strength to resist, holding his head and rolling powerlessly on the ground.

"Hein—stop fighting, stop!" Using her strength to eat, Jian Fan couldn't drag Hai Yin, she tried to circle his waist and push him in the opposite direction, "It will be photographed by reporters, Hai Yin!" ”

In the interval between pushing and shoving, Jian Fan turned around and urged: "You hurry up." ”

"I'm not leaving!" Getting up and wiping the corners of his mouth, Mick spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, and he stared at Hai Yin angrily, "You let go of Xiao Fan, don't use forced means to tie her to you!" ”

"What the fuck do I want to ask you?" Hein was furious, and new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart: "You are like your father, you like to pry other people's corners, don't you?" I warn you, you keep her away from her! ”

Jian Fan was so anxious that she was about to cry, she hugged Hai Yin with all her strength and didn't let him come forward: "Hai Yin, Hai Yin, I beg you, can you calm down?" ”

Looking down at her reddened eyes, Hai Yin clenched her fists and endured it, cursed in a low voice, turned around and strode away.

Hein tucked his trembling fist into his pocket, everything he saw in front of him was clouded with a layer of blood mist, and his ears were buzzing.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt angina, chest tightness and shortness of breath, and finally walked to a place and squatted on the spot, panting heavily.

"Hein." Jian Fan caught up, she took two steps forward, stopped, and asked weakly, "Are you okay?" ”

“…… I'm not good, I'm uncomfortable. Hein's voice was muffled, "What do you mean by this?" I dug out the cheering biscuits you gave me in my backpack, put down my training and ran out to find you, wanting to thank you in person. And you're hiding here, fooling around with your old lover? ”

"I, I don't have it!" Jian Fan retorted unhappily, "He secretly followed me here." ”

Hein was silent.

Jian Fan became suspicious and asked, "You said you were uncomfortable, could it be that you were injured in the fight just now?" ”

Hein: "......"

Jian Fan was shocked: "Where are you uncomfortable?" Does it matter? ”

"Come here."

"Say what's uncomfortable."

"I'll say you get closer."

“…… I'm coming, you can tell me quickly. ”

Jian Fan couldn't help the willfulness of the Great Demon King, and bent down on her knees, she thought, this time it's close enough.

Warm, soft lips pressed against the side of her face.

Jian Fan: "!! ”

Hein's eyes were sparkling, full of the pleasure of the success of the prank.

Covering his face, Jian Fan was dumbfounded for a long time, and stammered: "You, didn't you say that you were uncomfortable?" ”

"Well, it was uncomfortable before, isn't there a special medicine?" Hain patted her knees and stood up, blinking ambiguously, staring at her meaningfully.

So he looked at Jian Fan's face like this, and the blush on his face deepened again, extremely delicate and seductive.

Back at the training ground, Hai Yin was expressionless, and crossed in front of Guan Xuan with his chin up.

Guan Xuan asked Jian Fan, who was slowly moving small steps to follow, "What's wrong with him?" With a strained face, do you think we can't see the curvature of the corners of his mouth? ”

Jian Fan: "......"

Staring at her slight face, Guan Xuan nodded suddenly: "I understand, it's not what happened to him." I should have asked him what happened to you. Still, I think I can probably guess, man. ”

What the hell is that "I know" expression!

Hanging his head, Jian Fan was no longer able to complain, the baby was bitter, but the baby didn't say anything.

…… Anyway, no one believed it.

Haiyin, who was in a good mood, was in good shape for training, with the coach nodding frequently on the sidelines, and some players unconsciously stopping to admire his graceful posture across the ice.

"He is worthy of being commented by the media as the most aristocratic player," one of them exclaimed to his companions, "I seem to have heard that the Hein family has a connection with the real aristocracy." ”

Thinking of the title that was disliked by the Great Demon King, Jian Fan decided not to express any opinions.

Listening to the praise and discussion from the sidelines from time to time, Jian Fan was a little uncomfortable, and after the initial embarrassment, she had a secret sense of pride - no one could know better than her, what kind of person the real Hein von Prince was under that beautiful and charming face.

Unconsciously immersed in the parallel entanglement of memories and reality, Jian Fan didn't have time to savor what the strangeness was in the depths of his heart.

After the warm-up, Hein slowed down and slid to the sidelines.

Jian Fan watched him from afar with his hands on the guardrail, talking to the coach with a focused expression.

Suddenly, Tina came out of nowhere, and she walked straight towards Hein angrily, asking something, and for a while, everyone followed the prestige.

With a bad premonition floating in his heart, Jian Fan pulled out his legs and ran over there.