Chapter 20 Etude 25: "Wind Post"

He was called out by Wen Chun suddenly. Although Mu Huan was surprised, he was not flustered. In the eyes of everyone, he said indifferently, "Wen Jiao, I haven't warmed up yet."

Wen Chun maintained this cold appearance and nodded: "Ten minutes later, you The first one starts."

"Okay."

Mu Huan bent over to put on his shoes, and leaned over Yin Ge close to him: "Come on."

Mu Huan said "um".

When he got up again, Mu Huan saw that Yu Yiman was looking at him with a gentle expression of anticipation, but in the next second, Yu Yiman withdrew his expression again, raised his chin, and turned his head to one side.

Mu Huan: "..."

Why is there such an inexplicable sense of arrogance?

Thinking of the arrangements that Yiman made for him secretly in the past two months, Mu Huan felt soft in his heart, and was quite jealous of "Mu Huan". Given the unsatisfactory performance of the original owner, there was someone who loved him so much. coach.

No matter why you take care of Mu Huan so much, since I have received this kindness, I will definitely give you the most satisfactory return.

When he could get on the ice, Mu Huan slid freely on the ice and moved his body.

This kind of smooth and flat ice surface that has been frozen overnight is the favorite of the figure skaters. Leaving their own traces on the ice at will will give birth to a sense of uniqueness to the entire ice surface.

After his body began to heat up, Mu Huan prepared for a moment, then jumped up abruptly, jumping out of the simplest back and forth on the ice.

Probably because the body was not pulled apart, the ankles were still slightly soft, and the angle of the ice blade was wrong at the moment of landing, and it slid to the outside.

"Shh!"

He fell to the ground.

"Haha..." There was laughter from the audience.

Mu Huan didn't care, got up and continued, using the limited time to pull his body away hard, even if he fell down again in the middle, the laughter did not fall every time, but Mu Huan didn't mean to be embarrassed at all.

When it's not a formal performance, who hasn't fallen during training, and if someone laughs at him once, he will cringe and dare not slide again, then when you stand on the field of an international competition and are surrounded by tens of thousands of people When the time comes, do you have to be ashamed to death?

Mu Huan didn't dare to say that he was the strongest in the training team, but he could guarantee that he must be the one with the best pressure and the most experience.

What he is doing now is to cherish the opportunity that Wen Chun gave him, so that he can warm up on the ice ten minutes in advance, make the most adequate preparations, and make a good start for this national training program.

In this way, Mu Huan fell from time to time, often helped on the ice, and warmed up with his movements that had a low success rate, and the time passed without knowing it.

Assistant Professor Zhao shouted from outside the guardrail, "Mu Huan, come and play music."

The first test of the national training team has finally arrived.

After Mu Huan reached the edge of the guardrail, his gaze swept to one place coldly, and the guys who were watching mock him shrank their necks and lowered their heads.

Only then did Mu Huan take his eyes back and report the number of the track he was going to slide.

Assistant Professor Zhao made an OK gesture and looked down on his laptop to find music. There were more than 60 songs on the list, and they were all hurriedly sent to the coach after being notified last night. Some were original songs, some were cut, but most of them were It's an etude.

Seeing that Assistant Teacher Zhao was still looking, Mu Huan returned to the middle of the ice.

He turned and stood still, posing.

The auditorium quieted down. At some point, Yu Jiao and President Xiong also walked to Wen Chun's side. The three of them stood against the guardrail in different postures, looking at him like the Three Great Kings.

At this time, Assistant Professor Zhao raised his head and made a gesture to him. Mu Huan took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state. He raised his head and raised his chest, hugged his arms, crossed his legs on the ice, and finally nodded his head.

Assistant Professor Zhao tapped his hand on the phone, and there was a slight electric current from the speaker. Two seconds later, the music sounded, and Mu Huan spun and slipped out.

"Wind Hill".

This is a classical piano piece from the great composer of the W country in the last century, called "Wind Gang".

As a stage play describing war and love, "Wind Post" has four chapters, namely "Sentry", "Shepherdess", "Wind Post" and "Flame".

The melody of each chapter is unique and full of impact. When Wang Qinghua of the Y provincial team was in the team's assessment, he danced the most passionate fourth chapter "Flame". But Mu Huan chose "Wind Gang" in the short program. The third chapter is the chapter connecting the previous and the next. The changes in the style of music are particularly strong. It is very suitable for arranging works and is a common track in figure skating.

Huaguo figure skating team set "Wind Gang" as an etude. It is not difficult, but it is comprehensive, and there is room for it to increase the difficulty according to strength, which is very mature.

Mu Huan has been using this song for restorative training, and now he will naturally use it to participate in the training team's internal test.

It's just that this piece is ranked only 25th in difficulty in the Huaguo figure skating etudes.

There are only 36 etudes in total, 13 free skating and 23 short programs. "Wind Gang" ranks in the middle and is one of the pieces that provincial athletes must master.

As soon as the prelude sounded, there was a heated discussion in the audience.

"Fenggang?"

"Isn't it a national team member? I thought they would only skate the top ten etudes?"

"Don't be funny, when did the national players have the Huaguo etudes? They are all tailor-made. Okay?"

"Uh...the difficulty of this piece is too low." No one

expected Mu Huan to be able to slide such a simple piece. Huan's family is quite rich, and when did he ever skate the etudes before, all the works that won the awards were the works arranged by big names."

"The ability is there, the money is there, and the good works are even more. Let's not envy you. Come on."

"Hehehe." Wang Qinghua gave a sour smile and stopped talking. He wanted to see how much this Mu Huan had grown in a month or so.

While speaking, Mu Huan slipped out and swayed left and right on the ice, which was a complex combination of steps.

In terms of the elegance of his posture on ice, Mu Huan, who can enter the national team, is naturally top-notch. As soon as you make a move, you can make people realize the difference between each other.

Now with the music, the sound of the piano and the accordion are perfectly integrated, so the ice blade under Mu Huan's feet also seems to fall on the staff, gliding easily and rotating gracefully.

nice.

On the basic skills of pace, Mu Huan's ability is not lost to any national player.

This is the treasure left by this body, and it is also the essence that he has passed through, with the glory and pride of the past, bit by bit, smashed and wiped away the flaws that the body should not have, and finally retained the essence.

Yu Yiman's eyes fell on Mu Huan's feet from the beginning, and he observed it for a moment, until the whole set of steps was finished, and she showed a satisfied smile.

We all know that the coaches of the national team teach high-skilled and high-scoring movements. However, if you think about it from another angle, if an athlete has a poor foundation, he will not be able to enter the national team at all, so the blade and posture on the ice are the national team. How the coach looks at your foundation.

Mu Huan is really beautiful.

There were still some minor flaws, but they all disappeared. Every wave of his hand and every tilt of his body were perfectly just right, making Yu Yiman relieved when he saw his warm-up mistakes.

Afterwards, the "gold medal coach" glanced at Mr. Xiong quietly, then turned his head back with the corners of his mouth hooked.

The guy at the sentry is a young Alpha. He is lonely and enthusiastic, iron-blooded and kind, stationed at the border of the country, in the gray sentry.

Every day, he wipes the gun in his hand, eager to pull the trigger, and the muzzle shoots flowers.

Mu Huan staggered on the ice, his feet intertwined, and he swirled around him, the wind ruffled the hair on his forehead, his eyes were lowered slightly, and his expression was gentle.

The young Alpha, lying at the window of the sentry, waited day after day for the moment when his mission arrived, but he was looking forward to it, looking out from the scope, what he wanted to see was the white flying in the sky. pigeon.

So Mu Huan slid past everyone's eyes, stretched out his arms and legs like swallowtails, he raised it high, facing the wind, his eyes were bright and full of anticipation.

May the war not start, may the country be at peace, may everyone have a smile on their faces, and may they be able to carry that thin luggage on their backs and set foot on the way home.

this day.

A flock of white sheep walked leisurely from the side of the enemy's border. They sometimes scattered, sometimes gathered, and ate the green grass that could be seen in the field of vision.

Behind the flock, followed by a girl holding a thin whip. The dark skin color shows health and vitality. The sheep whip in her hand beats in the air, making a "pop" sound, and her eyes are as bright as stars in the sky. .

The young man's scope fell on the shepherdess' face, and the young Omega's pheromone seemed to be lingering into his nose at a distance of several hundred meters.

The steel gun did not know when it was loaded, and his fingers were lightly placed on the trigger.

Adam's apple slipped, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

However, the honey-like aroma infiltrated the whole body more and more arrogantly.

A lonely and lonely heart seemed to be on fire, tormenting his heart repeatedly.

Don't come here, I don't want to hurt you.

But I have my duty. When your feet step on my country, I must dye the land under your feet red with your blood, and tell everyone that my country is awe-inspiring and inviolable!

The beautiful shepherdess, unaware of the danger, flung the whip in her hand, shouting to her lovely sheep, looking for the most lush meadows.

The sheep eat happily and make happy noises.

The shepherd's smile is as bright and moving as the sun in March.

While the spring breeze is warm, killing intent step by step.

The melody of the music began to speed up, and occasionally a few basses were added to present the tense atmosphere to the fullest.

As soon as he got up to speed, Mu Huan stepped forward with force on his feet.

The Alpha in the sentry posted the footsteps of several shepherds, at the moment when her feet crossed the border.

Mu Huan turned around, jumped forward, and jumped high.

"Bang" a gunshot sounded, and the bullet was fired from the chamber.

The atmosphere was instantly tense.

is music.

is the plot.

At the same time, it is also the first dance of Mu Huan's short program, and it's finally here!