Zheng Xuefeng recognized Lin Zhanhan.

In fact, he hadn't met a figure skater for many years, and he even felt like his coaching career was over.

Until Lin Zhanhan's performance today, his heart, which had been silent for many years, jumped feverishly again.

Lin Zhanhan is not perfect, and there are still many problems with today's performance, but he is undoubtedly extremely talented, and he only needs a period of carving to bloom the most shining brilliance.

And he, Zheng Xuefeng, is a person who is good at carving.

The most important thing is that the quality of Lin Zhanhan's performance today fully demonstrates the hard work he has put in in the previous three months, Zheng Xuefeng has studied in the field of figure skating for so many years, and knows that if Lin Zhanhan was a little slack in the previous three months, it is impossible to have today's physical fitness and flexibility.

- And he did his training without a coach.

This speaks volumes about his love and perseverance.

However, just when Zheng Xuefeng decided to accept Lin Zhanhan as a disciple, and Mingmo was already about to go and high-five Lin Zhanhan to celebrate, Lin Zhanhan took a step back - he didn't agree.

Lin Zhanhan looked at Zheng Xuefeng, his black pupils were like plateau lakes that were not stained with impurities at night, and he said softly and seriously: "I have obtained your approval, but——"

"You haven't gotten my approval yet."

Mingmo's eyes widened, confused.

What the...... What do you mean?

She can see the power of Zheng Xuefeng as a layman, just with the large number of glittering resumes she just searched on the Internet, Old Man Zheng is definitely in a grandmaster-level position on the rivers and lakes, and the teenagers who want to learn from him are like carp crossing the river.

As a result, this young man surnamed Lin finally got the blue eyes of Old Man Zheng, and the first thing he did was not to thank Shi'en, but to question Old Man Zheng on the spot.

Mingmo had to wonder if it was too good, so good that Lin Zhanhan's mentality was now floating and her mind was hot, and her self-awareness was not clear, but just when she was about to quietly go up and drag Lin Zhanhan, Zheng Xuefeng opened her mouth.

"I'm sixty-two years old." Old Man Zheng actually smiled, "How can I get your approval?" Would you like to jump quadruple? ”

Then his old bones will probably have to fall apart on the ice.

Lin Zhanhan shook his head, when it comes to figure skating, he will never joke.

"I want you to choreograph it for me." He said lightly, "I'm looking forward to someone who really understands Chinese figure skating to choreograph for me...... It's been a long time coming. ”

Zheng Xuefeng once again showed a slightly surprised expression.

There aren't many choreographers in China – or not in the whole of Asia, and most of the contestants travel to Europe, the United States or Russia to have their choreography done by expatriate professionals before competing in international competitions.

The last time Zheng Xuefeng choreographed was more than a decade ago, for a South Korean men's singles player who worked perfectly with a free skate from a famous Chinese antique movie, and when the men's singles player brought the track to the World Championships, the world was amazed by the strong oriental aesthetic and the Eastern philosophy of movement and stillness in it.

Zheng Xuefeng understood slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Do you have a track that you really want to skate?" ”

An oriental, Chinese repertoire that only a Chinese choreographer can understand.

However, Lin Zhanhan said: "No. ”

He paused, then picked up on his own words: "Maybe it should be said, yes, but it hasn't been born yet. ”

He looked at Zheng Xuefeng's incomprehensible expression, and then smiled: "It's my honor that you can come to see my performance today." I'll get back to you later – I promise soon. ”

Zheng Xuefeng frowned, he glanced at Lin Zhanhan deeply, suddenly shook his head, and laughed.

"The afterlife is terrible." Mingmo heard Zheng Xuefeng sigh in a very low voice.

Then he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lin Zhanhan: "Okay, then I'll wait for you to contact again." ”

The old man walked out of the ice rink, Mingmo looked at his back, and suddenly felt that Zheng Xuefeng's back looked a little straighter than when he first came in, and the whole person was a little younger.

Mingmo stared at Zheng Xuefeng's back, Rao is a layman, and a lot of different emotions have emerged in her heart, as if she has seen the flow of time and the hard work and dreams of the older generation of figure skaters in the new generation......

As a result, when she turned around, she found that Lin Zhanhan was gone.

Mingmo was startled, almost thinking that she had stumbled into a paranormal event, until she looked around and fell down to see the new generation of figure skaters lying on the ice again.

Mingmo: "......"

"Shangxian, you got the wrong script." Mingmo sat down next to the young man who lay on the ice without saying a word, but as soon as she sat down, she bounced up - her pants were thin, and sitting on the ice was simply cold and sour, "You should be starring in a Xianxia drama instead of a palace fighting drama, lying on the ice yourself and then going to lower the body temperature of the feverish concubine is a stupid method of the ancient princes, and the immortal you starred in should have more clever immortal skills to solve the problem." ”