【Ginger Juice: Jiji, do you want to go skiing? 】
October 23, 2020.
South City, 3pm.
The sparrows outside the window chirped non-stop, and the cell phone next to my ear began to vibrate non-stop.
At the end of October, when the sun was blazing, autumn had just begun in the south. The temperature remained high as the autumn heat arrived. The sun poured in from the window, casting a shadow on the white linen sofa.
Wei Zhi turned over, exposing half of her fair face to the sunlight. Her fine sweat hairs were clearly visible. Her red face looked like a ripe peach under the heat. The glaring light wrinkled the girl's delicate light brown eyebrows. She raised her hands and waved them randomly in the air, as if to drive away the annoying glare.
With a "pop" sound.
She swept the TV remote off the coffee table and dropped it on the floor. She didn't know which button she pressed, but the TV turned on. CCTV Channel 5 was playing past competitions, and the commentator was chattering away...
The cell phone was still buzzing.
The noise made me lose all desire to sleep.
Wei Zhi slowly pushed aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead by fine sweat, and wiped off the sticky sweat on her chest that was caused by drowsiness in the hot afternoon. Her white nightgown stuck to her waist, not being thin, but with just the right amount of voluptuousness.
I pulled the hem of my skirt and pinched a small piece of fabric to blow air into it. The hot air that poured in through the hem of my skirt did nothing to dissipate the heat, and instead made me even more irritated.
【Girl: Slip a hammer, I won’t go. 】
Throwing away the phone, Weizhi turned around and was attracted by the ice and snow on the TV.
Athletes wearing national team ski suits skied down the high skiing area on their skis and officially took off in front of the taking-off platform, which was estimated to be about three meters high.
White snow dust rolled up all over the sky.
In the ice and snow, a slender figure with the five-star red flag logo on his shoulder broke out of the dust, bent down to grab the board, turned 180 degrees, turned 360 degrees, turned 720 degrees, turned 1080 degrees, turned 1440 degrees, and landed.
On TV, the commentator was full of praise, while Wei Zhi, holding the remote control, was stunned.
Outside the TV, Jiang Nanfeng was still chattering on his phone.
[Ginger Juice: On September 5, 2018, the State Sports General Administration announced the "Implementation Outline for Promoting 300 Million People to Participate in Ice and Snow Sports (2018-2022)", which will be implemented from now on①.]
【Ginger Juice: Get up, the General Administration of Sports is calling you to go skiing.】
【Ginger Juice: Girl, there is some snow here. Please slide on it.】
[Ginger Juice: It’s so hot in the south, I want to be a southern dog playing in the snow and being laughed at by northern dogs for being ignorant of the world! ]
【Ginger Juice: Come with me! Let’s go skiing! Changbai Mountain, Zhangjiakou, Jilin, Xinjiang! Hmm?】
He didn't even look at his phone.
Weizhi bent his knees, hugged his legs and curled up on the sofa, staring at the TV intently, holding the remote control in his hand, but he was reluctant to switch channels. The reporter on TV was interviewing the ski athletes who had just finished the competition. Weizhi didn't hear a word of what was said -
With her chin on her knees, she stared intently at the young man who had just taken off his snow goggles. He had single eyelids, dark eyes with a cold glow, and thin lips with naturally raised corners, but he wasn't smiling...
There is a light-colored mole on the bridge of the nose.
hansome.
And a bit cool and sexy.
Having never paid much attention to the Winter Olympics in the past, Wei Zhi certainly didn't know who this guy who could fly on skis was. It was only before the end of the recording that he had time to glance at his title -
【Former national snowboard big air athlete. 】
Um.
forward.
That means retirement.
Then the recording ended, and CCTV Channel 5 started broadcasting various advertisements, including a promotional video for the 2022 Winter Olympics...
Wei Zhi pouted with a lack of interest, changed the channel, and finally picked up the phone slowly again amid the background sound of the melodramatic family drama about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law on TV.
Jiang Nanfeng was still howling.
【Ginger Juice: Ski Duck !!! !!! !!! 】
[Girl: No, no, no, no, no, duck!!! Last time I tried skiing for the first time in Hokkaido and both of us fell down and doubted our lives, have you forgotten who was the one who hugged me and cried that day? I will never ski again in my life! ]
【Ginger Juice: Wuwuwu, let’s hire a coach this time! Snowboarding!】
[Girl: You have forgotten the pain after the wound healed. Can you please coach me so I won’t fall? Can coach hold me while I skate?]
【Ginger Juice: If people don’t forget the pain after the wound heals, then what is the value of the saying “forget the pain after the wound heals”? 】
【Girl: You farted. 】
【Ginger Juice: Zelda has published a note on Xiaohongshu, come and have a look~ Chen Weiting from Wanlong, Chongli, Zhangjiakou xhslink~1234abc Copy this message and open [Xiaohongshu] to view the wonderful content! 】
【Girl:……】
【Ginger Juice: Look! Chen Weiting! 】
【Girl:? 】
[Ginger Juice: You are only one flight ticket to Zhangjiakou away from Chen Weiting. Are you excited? ]
【Girl:……】
【Ginger juice: ……】
Ten minutes later.
【Ginger Juice: Didi, pay attention to me, what are you doing! 】
【Girl: Look at the snow suit.】
【Ginger juice:? 】
[Girl Ji: There are so many people at the ski resort. Do you think if I wear Chen Weiting's own brand of snowsuit, can he successfully spot me in the crowd at a glance? ]
【Ginger juice: ……】
【Ginger Juice: You are a person with a very low moral integrity.】
【Girl: That’s right, after all, you taught me well.】
…
November 15, 2020.
Chongli, in front of the ski resort’s coaches’ lounge, 1:30 p.m.
"Snowboard coach? Sorry, the snowboard coaches are probably out teaching at the moment... As you know, 300 million people go to the ice and snow, there are a lot of tourists at the ski resorts recently, and snowboarding is very popular--"
At the service counter, the young lady had an apologetic smile on her face. Her voice was soft and gentle, and she said the most cruel words with a smile.
With his chin resting on the cold tiles of the service counter, Wei Zhi shook his head, then turned around and looked at Jiang Nanfeng standing next to him in a daze.
Although the initial purpose of skiing was not pure.
But the skiing dream was shattered so quickly...
She had never expected that.
This won't work.
Now that you are here.
"Miss, can you please ask us another question?"
The harmless little girl in a white down jacket lying on the service counter used the skills she only used to act coquettishly with her mother.
“Just asking, just asking? What if a coach just finished a class? You see, we have already booked a coach on the APP. It shows that you have a coaching team of more than 100 people, more than 100 people! Chongli Ski Resort’s coaching team…”
Her cheeks puffed up as she spoke.
Wearing a mask, only a pair of eyes are left in the eye sockets, black and white, round and round, like a small animal that just emerged from a tree hole after hibernation...
The kind where you crawl out to find it's minus thirty degrees outside and there's a snowstorm.
It's so pitiful.
"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it! The cable car at the ski resort stopped at 3:30 and the resort started to be cleared at 4:30. Why did you come just now——"
Wei Zhi kicked Jiang Nanfeng under the service counter.
Jiang Nanfeng was kicked and hurt, and blurted out: "I got up late, how can I make a living..."
Behind the service counter, the young lady was amused.
Behind the young lady, the double-board coaches who were watching the show also laughed.
Perhaps it was the hungry ghosts of the hungry people that triggered the hidden plot. At this time, a double-board coach who looked strong and 1.85 meters tall had laughed enough. He stood up, knocked on the service counter, and said to the poor ghost duo who were clinging to the counter and refused to leave: "Look at how pitiful you are. Wait, I will turn you into two coaches."
Wei Zhi and Jiang Nanfeng looked at each other——
No matter what method.
In short, there are rewards for meritorious service.
Jiang Nanfeng was under the service counter, kicking Wei Zhi back in a show of force.
…
Wei Zhi and Jiang Nanfeng stood in front of the service counter, counting on their fingers, eagerly waiting for the kind-hearted ski jumping coach to perform magic tricks for them.
In the coach's lounge, the ski jumping coach was like a moving mountain. He turned around and walked towards the innermost rows of seats.
After passing a few idle double board coaches who were busy playing mobile games, I walked around a row of lockers for coaches. At the back, in the shadow cast by the lockers, there was a long bench...
There was a person lying on the long bench.
He was wearing a ski suit used by ski resort coaches. He lay on his side, curled up in a chair, and buried his head under his arms.
The snowshoes were taken off and placed neatly under the bench. On the bench, the bulging coat rose and fell evenly with the steady breathing of the sleeping person.
The big brother snowboard coach moved over with a big knife and axe, picked up a corner of the snow suit without any hesitation, shook it, and opened it.
"A Chong."
Suddenly, the warm protection was lost and the cold wind rushed in.
The young man sleeping on the bench fluttered his long eyelashes twice and raised his head from under his arms. Outside the shadow cast by the locker, there was a light mole on the bridge of his nose.
His eyes slowly opened, and his distinct black and white pupils still carried a hint of sleepiness. The man who had just been forcibly awakened from a deep sleep was neither angry nor noisy, but looked expressionlessly at the rough man who was squatting in front of him, very close to him.
The latter smiled, showing his white teeth, and waved his hand cheerfully: "Don't sleep, boss, get up and receive the guests."