After the race, they were once again at the rink in Dubai Mall. Kitasan Black looked at the area beside her and pointed excitedly at the ice.
"This is the place I was talking about! That day, Trainer Yasui took me around—whoosh, whoosh, swish swish swish! He was incredibly amazing, incredibly cool!
"I have no idea how he did it, or when he ever practiced, but anyway, he led me through so many difficult moves!
"I think he was about as good as the professional athletes you see on TV during sports competitions. Anyway, he was just absolutely incredible!"
After excitedly saying a few words, she shook her head regretfully.
"I don't even know how to describe it. If only I'd recorded it and shown you all! Trainer really, really... was super amazing!
"After he took me skating, everyone in the rink, the people outside, Little Anzu, even me—we were all stunned. It took us a long time to react.
"Then there was this huge burst of applause and cheering. It was as lively as when we won a race!"
As she marveled at it again, she could only regret not working harder in language arts class. Her vocabulary was far too limited to describe everything she had experienced and felt on that skating rink that day.
These past few days, whenever she closed her eyes—even when she dreamed—she could recall the scene from that day.
Faced with Anjing Zhen's invitation, she had been a little surprised and at a loss. She blankly nodded and held out her hand.
Then she saw a kind of confidence on that familiar face—something that felt equally familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar.
Next came the smooth, crisp sound of skate blades cutting into the ice. Though they were dancing on level ground, it felt as