(MTL) An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

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Chapter 13: Can I Skate
The hottest time of the year has passed. At this time, there is still heat. The air conditioner in the office of the S City Downhill Association hits 26 degrees, and there is a cool breeze.

Everyone in the association surrounded Yu Nian. The golden hair string that was touched by Yu Nian grew a lot. He wagged his tail desperately and arched into the crowd, rubbing against Yu Nian's legs, and raised his claws to scratch his trousers. , He kept humming.

Wu Zheng looked at it and was dissatisfied: "Silly dog, I feed it on weekdays and never kiss me."

Yu Nian touched the dog's head and put the medals and trophies on the table.

The golden medals were embossed on the magnificent Tianmen Mountain Scenery, and everyone looked at it with mixed feelings.

A month ago, they only hoped to achieve a zero medal breakthrough surrounded by Europeans and Americans. As long as you can get a bronze medal, it's satisfying enough.

I really didn't expect that Yu Nian would get the gold medal directly under the circumstances of various unfavorable factors.

Before the game, the flight was delayed due to heavy rain and missed the test track, and the qualifying game was injured and barely entered the final...

The scab on Yu Nian's wound hasn't gone yet, and now it's entrenched on his thin and white wrist, which vaguely makes people feel that this medal is hard-won.

Wu Qian patted Yu Nian on the shoulder: "Thanks for your hard work, relax for a while after finishing the game, so I won't pull you to train."

He paused, and then tentatively asked: "Do you plan to come to the association later? We have subsidies from the Sports Bureau, and the treatment is pretty good."

Deng Jingwei, who was next to him, had been worried. Seeing that he started to pull people at this moment, he immediately replied for Yu Nian in a loud voice: "No!"

Wu Qian was taken aback by his serious and nervous expression.

Deng Jingwei bit the bullet and explained: "Our family Yu Nian has his own work to be busy."

When I said this, Deng Jingwei felt guilty. After taking Yunian for so long, he was surprised that he hadn't received a job, and he was obviously going to fart.

He tried to keep doing this, Yu Nian really couldn't remember his identity as an artist.

It can't be like this, you have to cheer up, you have to rise.

Yu Nian glanced at Deng Jingwei, looked at Wu Qian and smiled: "Call me whenever you need it."

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The Downhill Association hosted a celebration banquet for Yu Nian, and was filled with a few sips of wine. When he returned to the apartment, Yu Nian's footsteps were still a little unstable.

I haven't come back for a while, and the room has fallen a little bit of dust. Yu Nian's strong spirit and simply cleaned up, took a little water into the cup, and walked to the Phoenix orchid potted plant in the living room.

Pulling aside the withered yellow leaves, Yu Nian saw that this dead Phoenix-tail orchid had some buds and stems from the root, which seemed to be about to come back to life.

When he finished pouring the water, he heard the door bell outside as soon as he put down the water glass. The florist came here to send flowers.

The flower delivery boy outside the door saw Yu Nian when the door opened. He was a little surprised at the outstanding appearance of the flower collector, and said with a certain amount of concentration: "Mr. Yu, is it? This is the celebration bouquet ordered by Mr. Deng Jingwei."