Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

A mistake was made during the match.

I practiced jumping over and over again, falling down again and again, getting up and falling down again...

This caused everyone around him to lose their focus on training, staring blankly as he fell and rolled around on the ground.

In fact, Du Liangchen is least afraid of falling. As a principal dancer in his previous life, he has been through countless trials and tribulations and has long had his own methods to avoid serious injuries from falls.

Therefore, even though Du Liangchen fell during a class, he only suffered minor injuries. He could rub the wound with safflower oil at home and recover in a couple of days.

However, he was unaware of the shock his desperate actions caused those around him, who grimaced at the sight and privately called him "the madman."

Du Liangchen was resting and recovering his strength when he noticed several coaches walking past him frequently. At first, he didn't pay attention, but he couldn't help but notice how directly they looked at him.

"Coach Zhao, is there something I did wrong?" Du Liangchen finally couldn't help but speak first.

"No, no."

Coach Zhao, who teaches skating, said somewhat awkwardly.

"That's good."

Du Liangchen didn't ask any more questions and started packing his things.

After finishing a day of training, Du Liangchen quickly packed his things, grabbed his suitcase, and was about to leave.

"Wait, San'er."

Hao Shuxue shouted Du Liangchen's name.

"Hao Shuxue, if you call me San'er again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Du Liangchen was in a good mood because training was over, but when he suddenly heard Hao Shuxue's raspy voice and the nickname he had been using all day, his mood shattered instantly.

Hao Shuxue acted as if he hadn't seen Du Liangchen's angry expression. He put his arm around Du Liangchen's shoulder like a good buddy and said with a grin, "Haha, don't be angry. It's just a term of endearment. You're the youngest of the three of us, so being the third oldest is fine, right? Calling him 'Third Brother' isn't wrong either, is it?"

Du Liangchen stared intently at Hao Shuxue with a dark look in his eyes, while Mei Jing next to him laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Hao Shuxue was a little scared when he saw the murderous look in Du Liangchen's eyes. He said cautiously, "San'er is indeed not a good name. I won't call him that anymore. But to express the brotherhood between the three of us, I thought of a better name. How about Si Rui?"

Hao Shuxue suddenly got excited as he spoke and continued, "How about it, Si Rui, isn't Si Rui nice? Hey Mei Jing, what do you think, bro? Aren't you talented? Hahaha..."

Looking at Hao Shuxue, who had suddenly gone mad, Du Liangchen felt a sense of powerlessness. He suddenly realized that Hao was not only bad at math, but also not so good at Chinese and English.

“Talented,” Mei Jing responded.

"Of course," Hao Shuxue said proudly.

"Isn't that still San'er's idea?" Du Liangchen said, looking at him expressionlessly.

"That's right, it doesn't deviate from the meaning of 'San'er,' it sounds good, and it satisfies both your and my requirements. Isn't that great!" Hao Shuxue continued excitedly.

"And also, do you know what Mei Jing's nickname is? I...uh...uh..."

Mei Jing suddenly covered Hao Shuxue's mouth with her hand and wrapped her other arm around his neck, preventing him from making a sound.

Du Liangchen stared blankly at the two people wrestling together.

Mei Jing said to Du Liangchen with a forced smile:

"San'er, pui, Sirui, no, Xiaochen, hehe, your grandpa should be waiting for you at the door. He's probably worried because he hasn't seen you go out for so long."

"Ah, right, I have to go. You should all head home early too." Du Liangchen thought of this.

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