Chapter 22 Chen Hangfeng's Request
When Ye He got on the bus in the evening, it was just in time for the evening rush hour.
Not to mention the crowd on the car, the road is still congested.
When Ye He arrived at the club in the evening, he looked at the time and was two minutes late.
When she stood at the door of the ice rink, she saw the solemn figure standing by the baffle in the distance.
She was inexplicably shocked and was in a trance for a moment.
She hurriedly ran to He Runsheng, who had been standing in front of the ice rink for a while, and did not make an excuse, and apologized directly: "I'm sorry coach, I'm late." ”
He Runsheng seemed to be thinking about something, and after hearing Ye Hewan's words, he was stunned for a moment before looking back at him.
"Well, although you are very busy with school, you can't be left behind in training, you know? Now the time is short, and I have to make up for it on the weekend. He Runsheng lowered his voice slightly and said earnestly.
"Good drop coach!" Ye Hewan immediately stood up obediently and replied.
"You see, this is a video of your training for the past two weeks, and then this notebook has recorded some problems with your movements. It's still the same, you have to be ruthless to change it, you know? 3A can not practice too often, during this period of time hurry up to train the physical fitness, and the season will be soon. ”
He Runsheng seriously analyzed the main problems of Xia Ye Hewan's current situation, and suggested.
Ye Hewan wanted to say yes, but when he thought of something, his face was a little embarrassed.
"However, didn't Deputy Head Coach Chen say that I should successfully complete the triple A in the 2018-2019 international open competition? If I don't practice, what does Coach Chen say? Ye Hewan looked down at his toes, not daring to face He Runsheng.
Last week, when she and He Runsheng had a video conference with the national team, Chen Hangfeng, the head coach of women's singles skating and the deputy head coach of singles skating, said that she had to be proficient in 3A during the national team training camp for a while, and then be able to land on the ice steadily during the official competition.
It's like catching ducks on the shelves, one day at a time.
Ye Hewan is called humble, and he can't say that he is suffering.
Why is this Coach Chen still the same every once in a while?
Obviously, when the meeting was held half a month ago, what I said was to let her make up for her shortcomings on the basis of maintaining her current state.
Why is it now that she almost has to jump out of the 3A during the game?!
Although she herself also wants to jump out of 3A, she has been constantly challenged.
However, she was suddenly given a time limit like this, and she was also suddenly under pressure.
It's not that you can't do it, it's just that you have to turn pressure into motivation as soon as possible.
Again.
Not to mention Huaguo, looking at the world, there are very few women's singles players who can stably master 3A!
If she can jump out of triple-A when she is a teenager, she will definitely become a popular figure in the women's singles circle today!
Able to complete triple-A in open training and even in international competitions.
No matter what happens to her Ye Hewan in the future, people will definitely think of her as long as they mention the 3A of women's singles.
It's like going down in history!
He Runsheng pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to worry about this, you just need to train hard." ”
"Oh."
Ye Hewan looked at his coach's preoccupied appearance, and when he opened his mouth to ask something, he was so frightened by He Runsheng's next words that he picked up his skates, pulled his legs and ran to the ice rink.
"Ye Hewan, why don't you go on the ice yet? Your blade, okay, I'll not say anything. If you feel like you have plenty of time, why don't you go downstairs and run the few kilometres you owe? ”
No way?!
How many kilometers?!
How can the coach know everything about the number of meters I owe?!
Isn't Coach Zhuang in charge?
Could it be that Coach Zhuang sued her for blackness?
Ye Hewan secretly gritted his teeth in his heart: Okay, you little old man, I remember you!
Zhuang, who was communicating with a student about his recent training plan, sneezed hard.
No, why did you suddenly sneeze and catch a cold?
Why don't you get off work and get a baby cold nine-nine-nine?!
"Coach, I think I'm full of physical strength now, so I'm going to go and skate!" Ye Hewan said loudly without looking back as he ran.
He Runsheng nodded slightly.
He Runsheng saw that Ye He was frozen at night, and he looked at a certain place and was stunned, and the few stripes on his forehead seemed to be about to take root on him.
The scene of the dispute with Chen Hangfeng in the morning seemed to be reproduced in front of my eyes.
"Now the national team has jumped out of 3A in twos and twos, Shen Youhan is in this situation, if Ye He doesn't jump again, then what should we do with the Chinese women's singles? Isn't it a joke to say it? This generation of two good seedlings who have appeared in the World Youth Championships, but none of them jumped out of 3A in international competitions, do you want people to see jokes? ”
He Runsheng clenched his mobile phone tightly, and argued: "Then you can't ignore her own situation, right?" Ye Hewan can jump, but he doesn't have such a urge, right? It's not a difficult move to get a high score, with her current level, if she gets rid of some of her problems with the blade and the number of weeks, the chances of standing on the podium are still great! ”
"3A can almost be the peak of the women's singles difficulty reserve now, if you really say that you can jump out when you want, do you pick up turnips on the street? Is it so simple and casual? ”
Listening to Chen Hangfeng's words on the phone, He Runsheng couldn't bear it.
"You! He Runsheng, I'm not discussing with you, this is a task and a requirement, understand? In short, during the training camp, I must see Ye Hewan's 3A! Take care of the rest! ”
That fire, through the mobile signal, He Runsheng's hair was almost burned.
Before he could say another word, he hung up a phone call to him.
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Moment.
He Runsheng looked at the 3F that Ye He had just finished and nodded with satisfaction.
The inside edge jumps, and the ice is clear.
Not bad.
Compared to last time, especially the World Junior Championships, I don't know how much better.
At the World Youth Championships at the beginning of the year, Ye Hewan's 3F was marked on the small score table because the starting edge was not clear! ”。
In He Runsheng's words, it is a big loss.
Obviously it can be cleaned, but there are always problems in some details of the blade.
Pay for one's whistle.
Therefore, when Chen Hangfeng's side constantly asked athletes with achievements to improve the difficulty of jumping, He Runsheng did not approve of it, and also put forward different opinions.
But······
That's it.
He Runsheng's strength is limited, and the only thing he can do is to teach himself as a student well.
At least, worthy of this child.
"The flexibility of Hewan is really good! This one-handed Bellman is so beautiful and has a good rotation. This little girl is okay! ”
Zhuang Renqing walked next to He Runsheng, who was stunned, and praised loudly.
"Of course! This girl is talented and willing to endure hardships, and the future is promising. It's only a matter of time before you win a medal or go for a Grand Slam. ”
He Runsheng has never been stingy in affirming and praising her.
It's just that I'm worried that the little girl's heart is unstable, and listening to too many of these words of praise will make her proud and complacent, which will affect her mentality.
After all, in competitive sports, mentality is also very important.
"Tut-tut, ouch, Lao He, blessed! However, what are you going to do with the national team, you don't know Chen Hangfeng's character. After so many years, your relationship is still so ······."
Suddenly, He Runsheng raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Renqing deeply, but he didn't say anything.
Zhuang Renqing understood in his heart, sighed, and patted He Runsheng's shoulder a few times comfortingly.
"There are some things that are cleared by themselves. Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, and there will always be a day when the water will come out. ”
He Runsheng smiled bitterly, his eyes were a little dazed.
If only it were that simple.
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It's night.
Ye Hewan walked out of the club and saw Song Zhihe waiting for him.
The city team is not far from the Foggy Ice Club, and Song Zhi and their snowboarding side have a similar time to finish training as him.
They went home together.
"Song Zhiyou!"
Ye Hewan happily ran over and called Song Zhihe's name, and jumped up and slapped him hard.
Song Zhihe hesitated, gritted his teeth and bowed his head: "Ye Hewan, which girl is not like a girl like you?" ”
"Girl-like? What should a girl look like? Wen Wen is quiet, well-behaved and obedient, speaks softly, and then - smiles without showing teeth? ”
Ye Hewan pursed his lips and smiled, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he lowered his head and peeked at Song Zhihe, his eyelashes blinked quickly, and he was "shy".
"There are so many girls in this world, and each girl has a unique girlish appearance, and I don't know which one you are talking about. I'm not learning what everyone traditionally defines as they are! ”
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"Ye Hewan, is it okay to return to the original state?"
Song Zhihe felt goosebumps falling all over the ground.
"You say you're a person, I'm a lady, and you're going to let me go back to the way I was? You're a strange person. It's capricious, it's not going to drop. ”
Ye Hewan walked next to Song Zhihe, with his hands behind his back, jumping up and down, pretending to be sad and learning from someone's appearance and sighed: "That's not you, you can do whatever you want." ”
Song Zhihe stopped and turned around.
"That's not you."
Ye Hewan rarely heard Song Zhihe's words so fresh, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Then what am I like?" ”
Ye Hewan's eyes were full of hope, and he stared at Song Zhihe intently, and the light from the street lamp on the side wrapped the two in a small circle of light.
The evening breeze blew, and the starlight in the girl's eyes seemed to be in his heart with the wind.
Smudged rippling, layer by layer.
Finally, it freezes on the person in front of you.
Song Zhihe's heart shook, and he turned his head unnaturally and walked forward.
He didn't answer.
"What the hell is it, Song Zhihe! Just tell me, how can you talk half like this? You can't lick the yogurt lid if you eat it like this, and the prophet will curse you in circles! ”
Ye Hewan puffed out his cheeks, followed Song Zhihe and kept reading dissatisfiedly, and stretched out his hand to gesture in front of him.
However, Song Zhihe still didn't speak.
It's just that Yu Guang looked at Ye Hewan's chattering appearance.
There seemed to be a smile overflowing from the end of his eyes.
What is Ye Hewan like?
Her own look.
She is Ye Hewan, herself.