The atmosphere on and off the stage suddenly became tense, as if a typhoon was passing through.

When the man stared at her and said the three words "You deserve it", Weizhi felt like a knife hanging over his head finally fell down -

It was happening in public, with seven or eight cameras pointing at them, and it might even be broadcast on CCTV5 or something like that tomorrow. He couldn't just rush down and beat her up on the table, so it was good enough like this.

She held the table silently.

I had to support myself, mainly because my legs were weak.

Courage is only a moment, fragile and unsteady. Even without the man saying anything excessive, as soon as he raises his eyebrows and curls his lips to reveal his white teeth, she will be frightened in an instant...

This is the disadvantage of having a guru as a boyfriend. No matter how good of a boyfriend he is, when he gives her a sinister glance, his majesty will be so great that he can easily make her scalp tingle and want to call him daddy.

At this moment, in the frozen air, Wei Zhi hoped that Shan Chong understood what program effects were.

Right?

Show effect!

The matter of protecting the face was forgotten eight million years ago. I hope he still remembers it...

Moreover, when he was forbidden to take off his face mask, he really refused to do so. It's not her fault. Who made him so obedient?

...What a sin.

Weizhi wanted to hug himself and tremble.

It needs to be emphasized that besides the athletes on the stage, who are the people doing the work behind the stage?

Multimedia and short video operators.

novelist.

comics author.

The biggest characteristics of the above three types of people are that they are familiar with the diversity of human species, love to fill in their brains with everything they see and hear, and are adept at perceiving all subtle atmospheres. Give them the beginning of a story... forget it, there is no need for the beginning of a story at all, just give them a look, and they can tell the story to "the prince and princess lived happily together."

So during the interactive question-and-answer session between Wei Zhi and Shan Chong, when Wei Zhi sat down, he was not surprised to find that the WeChat group for peers who had been created for the event had gone from being as quiet as a chicken and drowsy ten minutes ago to being lively with [99+] unread posts.

Wei Zhi: “…”

Click to take a look, and at least one-third of them are @her——

[Peer A: What’s going on between you and the boss? @叽智又叽賊的宅]

[Peer B: What a sudden change in style! Why are you suddenly talking like that?! ]

[Peer C: Is there a situation? @叽智又叽賊的宅]

[Peer D: Oh no, smells like dog food? @叽智又叽賊的宅 I don’t know if it’s my illusion... OK, a snowboarding comic artist VS a retired snowboarding master! ]

【Peer A: ……………………………………The boss’ smile made my fucking heart intoxicated! 】

[Peer F: It’s different for me, my heart is broken. While I was still immersed in writing the article, my colleague has already taken the boss home. Wow, wow, sisters, it’s all a housewife’s point of view. Why are you so good? 】

【Peer C: @叽智又叽賊的宅宅宅 is not a otaku, anyone who says they are a otaku is a liar QAQ! 】

…

One hundred pieces of information are omitted above.

After Wei Zhi sat down, he sent a “…” to the group.

[The clever and cunning otaku: I think the previous part should be cut. ]

Her speech was like a bomb dropped into the Pacific Ocean, and the group became more hesitant in speaking.

【Peer A: There is a situation! 】

[Peer C: You two have known each other for a long time! ]

[Peer F: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! ]

The male colleagues were fine, they didn't get too excited after gossiping for a while, but the female colleagues in the entire conference hall were all looking down at their phones -

Today is also a day to be moved by the beautiful love that is traveling with you.

Sitting next to Wei Zhi was a novelist from a certain green website. Compared to other cunning and imaginative people, the author of this website was disciplined by the administrator all day long and dared not write a single word below the neck. When he sat there, "purity" was written on his face.

At this moment, she tilted her head and told the truth: "Is the big guy on the stage your master?"

Weizhi leaned over and said, "Yes."

The green website author smiled and said, "More than just a master."

Wei Zhi let out an "ah".

Green website writers cannot write below the neck, they can only write above the neck, and reading people's expressions is part of their business. She said, "The way he looked at you just now was different."

With just two simple sentences, the author who only wrote above the neck made the painter who only drew below the neck blush.

Soraie, who was whispering, took a moment to glance at the man sitting on the stage, and suddenly felt that he was not so hateful.

When Shan Chong was not speaking, he sat there quietly, looking at the person who was speaking at the moment with a lazy look. He was obviously the only idle person on the stage, but there was a bit of arrogance and pride in his eyes because there was no strict discipline -

But he looked somewhat polite.

It's impeccable.

…

The interview lasted about three hours, until the sun was about to set, and the media and authors sitting below were able to leave.

They are tired, and the big guys sitting on the stage are also tired.

While Wei Zhi and his team had dispersed, the bigwigs on the stage were not spared. The official media at the scene rushed over with their equipment, catching as many people as they could and conducting relevant interviews on the spot.

I didn't ask anything.

It's nothing more than asking about their training progress.

In such an occasion, Dan Chong, a "snow tubing enthusiast", should have been ignored, but his presence was very strong when he sat there... What's more, he was the only non-active team member on the scene, so there were many more people surrounding him to ask questions than other athletes.

Wei Zhi turned around and saw four or five reporters surrounding Shan Chong, who was holding a microphone.

She had originally wanted to leave, but now she felt a little worried, so she stopped abruptly and moved over.

Then I heard a sports reporter from a website holding a microphone and asking the man: [Chongshen, can you tell me about the future of snowboarding in the country?]

Shan Chong had originally raised his buttocks and was ready to leave, but now he was surrounded by a strong force and had to sit back down.

"The situation for snowboarding is not as optimistic as for double boarding. The situation for women and men is similar... Parallel giant slalom is okay, ranking among the top, but still not as good as the old strong countries; we have also trained well in the halfpipe event, and there are many talented people. If the athletes perform steadily, they should be able to win a medal, but it is hard to say what the ranking will be. I hope everyone will not force it: Big jump, there is only one Dedo——"

The man was quite polite and talked about all the events he could remember. When it came to the big jump, he only talked about Dai Duo. "He is a player with a very high upper limit and a very low lower limit. If he performs well, you may let him win a medal. If he performs poorly, he will be eliminated in the play-in round early..."

【Speaking of elimination, Chongshen, you have participated in the Winter Olympics twice.】

The man turned his head towards the interviewer. It was hard to tell from his face what special emotions the reporter's questions had made him feel. He just looked at him quietly.

Being stared at by that calm gaze, the reporter was a little nervous before he finished asking the question: [After two failed Winter Olympics, when you resolutely chose to retire, did you ever regret retiring directly that year?]

This question made Shan Chong pause.

It was the turn of the event manager to get nervous. He stood up straight and said "hello" without any courtesy, and walked over here: "Don't ask questions that are not related to the event--"

"No regrets."

When the man spoke, his light and floating voice caused the scene to fall into silence for a few seconds.

"Not everything in the world will be rewarded if you work hard," he said. "Every athlete is working hard. In addition to strength, luck also accounts for three points in the competition... Athletes who always think that their hard work will be rewarded will not go very far. When they fail, sometimes it is because of bad luck, and sometimes it may be because their self-righteous efforts are not as good as others."

[Which type are you? ]

The reporter's tone clearly indicated that he was going to stir up trouble.

Shan Chong smiled and said: "I retired for personal reasons."

Reporter: [Is it because the psychological pressure is too great to bear? ]

Shan Chong: "What I just said is not nonsense, why don't you go back and think about it yourself?"

The reporter wanted to say something else, but his colleague couldn't stand it anymore and stepped aside to change the subject: [We witnessed with our own eyes some time ago... and even just now, that your current jumping condition is not much worse than when you were in service -]

Shan Chong: "Professional athletes have strict regulations on diet, work and rest, and living habits, and I still have a gap."

The man asked: [From your speech, we can feel your concern and love for snowboarding and snowboard big jump. Many people have talked about your sudden retirement that year, with some understanding and some regrets——]

Shan Chong thought for a moment and said, "Behind the keyboard, there is always excessive kindness, unnecessary justice, irrational malice, and an urgent desire to show off."

There is arrogance when a man says this.

But no one could point out what was wrong with what he said -

As a retired athlete, he spoke frankly about his past.

Those dark pupils were calm and sharp, without any trace of guilt or dirty intent.

【Can you be more specific? 】

"Mind your own business."

The reporter seemed to be suffocated for two seconds.

[Everyone is just curious, you have been active in the snow circle in recent years——]

"First of all, I have to make a living," Shan Chong said. "On the basis of making a living, I want to promote the sport I like, bring it to the grassroots, and face the general public. Is it illegal? When snowboarding can be like table tennis, and the community championship downstairs can be comparable to the scale of formal competitions abroad, snowboarding will have hope."

【……】

"In any sport, it's not just the athletes standing on the podium who are great."

His answer caused the scene to fall into silence again. Many other bigwigs who were being interviewed also turned their heads and looked at him, probably a little surprised that he dared to say that.

...He is indeed daring. The meaning of "unorganized, undisciplined and uncontrollable" is fully reflected in this man at this moment.

[The Beijing Winter Olympics is just around the corner. Have you ever thought about making a comeback? ]

The reporter finally asked this question.

Shan Chong was silent.

Almost everyone pointed their cameras at his face at the same time, as if they were unwilling to miss any subtle changes on his face.

However, after about a century, the man just smiled at the reporter without much smile and said something ambiguous: "As long as the competition venue is clean, athletes' yearning for the competition venue will never change even if the venue changes."

After saying this, he stood up.

This probably means the end of all visits.

At this time, the reporter who was stopped just now jumped up, raised the microphone, and asked unwillingly: [Excuse me, Chongshen, please say a few words! Are you really not going to respond to the expectations of your fans? Do you know how many people's hopes for snowboarding were ignited and then shattered by your three consecutive championships? I heard that your retirement was related to your family's request. Is it true? Your sister was a figure skating genius back then——]

He didn't finish his words.

Because the man who had already turned around paused when he heard this, and turned back to glance at him——

Different from the aloofness and distance he usually displayed when talking, this look was filled with a bone-chilling warning.

A look like this in the eyes can make one's heart sink.

The invisible pressure instantly spread out in all directions. When the surroundings fell into silence, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and left.

The reporter, whose heart was chilled by his look, was still standing there stupidly, holding up his camera, not understanding how an athlete could have such a fierce look in his eyes...

Until a colleague tapped him on the shoulder.

"You really know how to pull the whiskers off a tiger's face."

The man's voice was filled with a hint of schadenfreude and mockery, "You are courting death and have no manners."

As Shan Chong walked down from the stage, it symbolized that today's activities had come to a successful conclusion. After a group dinner, everyone was ready to go home and find their own mothers... At this time, all the people began to retreat like a tide. Wei Zhi was sandwiched in the crowd and also retreated to the door.

She was pressed against the door.

She just looked at her boyfriend from a distance. He tilted his head slightly. His profile was invincible, but the slight curve of his thin lips made him look like he was unapproachable at this moment...

He took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and adjusted the edge of the mask with his slender fingertips.

He lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes drooped and cast a small shadow under his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

"Your master is over there," someone tapped his elbow. Wei Zhi turned around and found that it was the lady from the green website. "Don't you want to go over there?"

Wei Zhi: “…”

He raised his head and glanced at Shan Chong from a distance.

She looked away: "Have you noticed that there is no one around him now?"

Green website author: "The atmosphere is a bit scary, but you are not--"

Wei Zhi said expressionlessly: "I'm scared too."

As she spoke, she pressed down her mask, and prepared to turn around and run away in the spirit of "husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."

At this moment, she heard someone behind her call out "Otaku" in a lazy voice. Her hand, which was pressing on the mask, stiffened. She felt people's eyes looking at her, and she turned her head away with a tingling scalp...

Across the sea of ​​people, she looked into the dark eyes of the man on the other side.

He raised an eyebrow.

Some of the people around heard it, and instantly caught the atmosphere with their eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. If there was anything in the three-hour meeting that woke everyone up for three seconds, it must have been the mysterious conversation between the two of them on and off the stage.

"Where are you going?"

The man's voice was deep.

He raised his hand, palm up, and made a casual hook in her direction.

"Come here."

The originally noisy and crowded surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Those who were talking and chatting stopped talking, and those who were crowding together stopped crowding.

Everyone looked over.

All, possessions, and people.