Lao Yan put down the plate and saw Tali Chongge, who was holding a mobile phone in one hand and tapping the screen quickly with his fingertips, while with the other hand he was holding a spoon and stuffing rice into his mouth.

The movements are quick and precise, and even good-looking people look so good when they are eating absent-mindedly.

Backstab came up from behind, peered over Lao Yan's shoulder, made a face, and bumped Lao Yan from behind with his knee: "What are you doing?"

“Eating while texting on WeChat with someone I don’t know,” Lao Yan said, “what else can I do?”

"You don't understand. My master's father may have joined the etiquette team when he was on the national team. He once scolded me for playing with my phone while eating. At that time, we still called him Chong Dad. After all, my real father didn't care so much... uh."

Shan Chong raised his eyelids and glanced over here, then backstabbed and closed his mouth.

The two chatterboxes both put down their plates and sat down opposite Shan Chong.

Backstab: "Master, in the park this afternoon..."

Shan Chong: “No.”

Backstab screams: "Why?"

Shan Chong: “No time.”

Backstab and Old Smoke glanced at each other quickly.

Lao Yan started talking, his tone was very deliberate: "Brother Chong, who are you messaging with?"

Shan Chong: "Would you like me to give you a copy of my water meter next month? After all, you are so lenient. Dad will take charge of it for you."

Lao Yan said "Oh", turned to Backstab and said quickly: "He was texting with the girl. Since Brother Chong only has one or two female disciples and each of them acted like a rabbit seeing a wolf when they saw him, not to mention chatting during lunch time, I made a simple guess - it was the newbie he was teaching these two days."

Backstab: "Who?"

Lao Yan said expressionlessly: "The current owner of your little turtle butt pad."

Backstab: "Ouch!"

Across the table, Shan Chong was too lazy to even glance at them. He calmly put down his phone and spoon, picked up his chopsticks, and carefully picked the fish meat from the plate of chopped pepper fish head in front of him.

The two people opposite him might not be that hungry. In short, they don’t want to eat and just want to tell crosstalk.

Backstab: "Master never gave any female disciple a butt pad. Does that mean he can't afford it? Definitely not."

Lao Yan: "Maybe people become more compassionate when they reach middle age. In fact, it's not just the butt pad. I met him and the owner of the turtle butt pad on the snow trail today. Guess what?"

Backstab: "What?"

Lao Yan stopped talking, picked up his phone, logged into WeChat, and sent a photo to a group.

Shan Chong placed his phone face up beside him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Lao Yan send a picture to his disciples’ group:

then.

The group, which had been relatively quiet during lunch time, suddenly exploded.

Jingle, jingle-dong.

In various corners of the restaurant, from time to time, a few people who were eating would throw down their chopsticks, stand up, stretch their necks, and look over here in shock.

... Shan Chong didn't remember on which snowy trail he had run naked and was caught by Lao Yan (.).

Across the table, Backstab was also shocked after seeing the picture.

Shan Chong finally gave up on eating properly, reached out and opened his phone——

oh.

Actually, it's nothing.

It was a photo of him kneeling on the advanced C track, holding the little girl's snowboard with one hand and putting the bindings on her with the other hand.

Shan Chong locked his phone with a click and said in a steady voice, "What's wrong?"

Backstab touched his face with both hands and pulled it down hard: "What's wrong! What did you say?!!"

Shan Chong: "What's wrong?"

Backstab: "You've never pierced me in my life!!"

Shan Chong: "…………It was very windy on the mountain these past two days. She is a novice and is clumsy with gloves on. She has to take off her gloves when she puts on the board, which will cause her to get frostbitten."

Backstab: "I won't listen! I don't care! Your pale and weak explanation! I'm going to make a scene!"

Shan Chong pushed the unfinished fish in front of him to the two apprentices, took a napkin to wipe his mouth, and faced the person opposite him, rolling around, not even bothering to raise his eyebrows: "I'm not explaining to you."

"Do you dress her like this every day?"

"It's been very cold these past few days, and it's freezing and raining today."

“…”

Backstab covered his chest with a sad face and fell into Lao Yan's arms, and the latter touched his head lovingly.

While caressing her lovingly, he also added fuel to the fire: "Let me tell you something even scarier. How many days did it take you to learn to stand up on your own while skiing?"

Backstab: "One hour after successfully putting on the board."

Lao Yan: "The girl who holds the turtle butt pad has not learned it in three days. Is it because she didn't learn it? No, your master didn't teach her at all. He just taught her casually. When she couldn't get up, he said 'forget it' and stretched out his hand to pull her up. Today on the advanced road, the little girl stumbled and fell all the way, and he pulled her up diligently all the way."

Backstab: “…”

Backstab looked at Shan Chong.

Shan Chong lowered his eyes and said, "There's no rush. Her leg strength is poor, and a novice can't hold the blade. She won't be able to learn even if we force her. Why waste the effort... When she has better control over the board, she will be able to stand up without any teaching."

Backstab: "That's not what you said when I first started! You said if you can't even stand up, you're basically useless!"

Shan Chong: "What else? If you don't stand up yourself, how can two grown men fight on the snowy trail every day?"

Backstab: “…”

Backstab: "Ah! Stop talking, stop talking! Except for standing up! How do you explain the time when I jumped off the eight-meter platform? I didn't dare to jump and didn't know how to jump, but you stood by and made me recite the movements ten times before you jumped with your eyes closed! You said if I died from the fall, the funeral expenses would be on you!!!"

Lao Yan: "Tsk tsk, that's too bad!"

Backstab: "Wow, that's terrible!"

Outside the WeChat group, there were backstabbers howling like ghosts and wolves.

In the WeChat group, Shan Chong’s disciples (both male and female) also had question marks in their answers.

One of the few female disciples was particularly sad.

[Sakura, Yan: I always told myself that the reason why my master was so cruel to me was because he had gender identity disorder.]

【Sakura, Yan: So I won’t be too lenient with women.】

[Sakura, Yan: ……………………It turns out that I am the ugly one. ]

Backstab was lying in Lao Yan's arms, and was busy sending a series of "hahahahahaha" to the group.

Then she put down her phone, still with a sad face, and struggled to ask the indifferent man sitting opposite her: "Please add people to the group. I want to see what this little goblin who can make my master kneel down and kneel for three days looks like!"

Shan Chong looked at him strangely: "Why did you drag her into the group?"

Backstab: "Does it smell good if I keep it as a wild flower?"

Shan Chong: "Everyone in this group is a disciple."

Backstab: "Isn't she?"

Lao Yan interrupted: "Maybe it's the reserve of the master's wife."

Shan Chong looked at him calmly, and he immediately shut up and made a zipper-like gesture on his mouth.

Shan Chong turned his gaze back to Beisai's face, and showed a rare hesitation: "Not counting?"

Backstab: "...You taught me everything from putting on the board to pushing the slope. You also gave me my first set of protective gear. If I'm not an apprentice, what am I?"

Lao Yan interrupted again: "My beloved disciple."

Backstab: "Must love."

"Forget it." Shan Chong said, "Forget jumping off the platform. I can't even stand up without you. I'll scream if leaves fall one meter away... Let's learn how to change edges first. None of my disciples would ask to sit on the side of the snow track after skiing ten meters."

Lao Yan: “…”

Backstab: “…”

Shan Chong: "Is it so easy to be my apprentice?"

Lao Yan: “…”

Backstab: “…”

What's going on? Why is it so difficult? Do I have to go through the 18 Bronze Men's Array?

Severe is still severe.

Ruthless remains ruthless.

The painting style is also so reassuringly straight-man.

...Okay.

It doesn't look like he's completely obsessed.

…

The ski equipment hall was much busier in the afternoon than usual.

After dinner, the top student Jiang Nanfeng went back to sleep, and the person squatting at the door of the ski equipment hall, turning in circles waiting for the coach became Wei Zhi.

There were a lot of people in the afternoon, and there were two uninvited guests on the cable car, which normally can accommodate six people.

Weizhi was wiping the snow mirror in his hand.

Shan Chong lowered his head and played with the wrinkled coaching sleeves on his hands.

The remaining two were Backstab and Old Smoke, both of them had innocent expressions on their faces, as if they had forced themselves onto the same cable car with Shan Chong purely by accident.

One of them looked at Wei Zhi and the other looked at Shan Chong.

I want to speak but I dare not.

Even when Chong Ge doesn't speak, he still has a strong aura. With the black face guard on, he looks like an evil spirit that crawled out of hell.

He is not talkative either.

It's also hard to talk.

………………Why.

They were a little scared and even felt that the air in the cable car was heavy.

"I feel like the last one in line who got detention because he failed an assignment."

Unfortunately, there are some cute little ones who can’t read the air.

"Coco, please have mercy."

Dare to sell a wicked cuteness.

There was dead silence in the cable car, and no one spoke.

The chatterbox gave up scraping the snow off his snowboard, looked up, raised his short legs and kicked the dark-clad man sitting opposite him: "Speak."

The cable car created a suffocating atmosphere.

The man raised his head lazily: "What?"

"When can I learn to push uphill with the front edge and catch the south wind? This afternoon?"

"You ask me?"

"If not you, who should I ask?"

“…”

Weizhi gave up on communicating with him and turned to Laoyan. The puppy-faced boy pointed at the tip of his nose blankly, meaning: Are you looking at me? Why are you looking at me?

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhi said something surprising: "I used to learn swimming with Nan Feng, and I learned it before her. It doesn't make sense that it's the other way around when it comes to skiing... Tell me, is it because you have better business skills?"

Lao Yan: “?”

I felt a cold gaze from the other side.

Lao Yan: “…”

He felt like peeing.

The desire to survive made Lao Yan start to talk nonsense: "You can't say that. You have to know that professional coaches have different teaching programs and plans for different students. So it doesn't matter how fast you learn at each stage. Brother Chong may have higher requirements for your basic skills, which is not a bad thing-"

"But I've been skating for three days and I can't even stand up on my own," Wei Zhi was still concerned about the failure in the morning and asked, "Is this normal?"

Of course……

That's not normal.

The old smoke was a little off, and he couldn't say the word "normal" by force.

Seeing that he was silent, Wei Zhi said: "Usually, when I try to do a move for a few times and can't do it, he will lend me a hand to help me. For example, standing up on the snow slope by myself is just one of them."

Backstab suddenly interrupted: "What's wrong? Isn't it great? And then?"

Wei Zhi looked at the stranger, not shy at all, and said with a wink: "What's up?"

Backstab: "Fortunately, when I was learning to ski, the person who taught me (emphasis) (glanced at Shan Chong) told me that I could either get up by myself or sit there until dark."

The accused person showed no reaction, pulled his face shield down, crossed his arms, and changed his sitting position.

Wei Zhi didn't understand the backstabbing netizens' words, and instead kicked Shan Chong who had just changed into a new comfortable sitting position: "Look, we all have strict teachers who produce excellent students! So, are you trying to cover up the fact that you are impatient to teach me with a loving and warm teaching style?"

The man turned his face away.

“Imagination is rich.”

"I didn't! Lao Yan also said this morning that a strict teacher produces excellent students! You are not a strict teacher!"

The topic that was just discussed at noon was accidentally brought to the agenda.

The man's eyelashes drooped, looking calm and a little indifferent.

"Who is your teacher?"

As soon as he said this, according to the average person in the circle, he would have been automatically catapulted three meters away with him as the center -

But Wei Zhi won’t.

Because she is Weizhi.

She just stared blankly.

Then she was successfully ignited by the man's counter-question.

"You are not? Then what do you think you are?" The little girl, still holding the snow goggles in her hands, slightly widened her eyes, "Since you have pulled me up from the snow hand in hand and with great difficulty time and time again, in my heart you have become a master with a fatherly love as great as a mountain, right?"

Shan Chong was distracted for a moment. Before he could react, the person who was sitting opposite him stood up and leaned closer to him, bending slightly. "What's wrong? You don't admit it?"

I didn’t know what kind of shampoo the little girl used, but a sweet smell filled her nose.

Her hair was just at the tip of his nose.

Too close.

The man's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and then slowly raised them without making any sound.

"? Admit what?"

"So I misunderstood? We are still just a cold business relationship? Tourist and coach! I am not worthy of calling you master, right? So you didn't teach me well, and when I was a little frustrated and wanted to give up, you gave up for me because you were afraid that I would despair of skiing and then you would lose the sweet and leisurely repeat customers..."

“…”

What is sweet and salty?

“…”

The wrinkled coaching sleeves in his hands were stuffed back into his pockets.

"Shut up and sit down."

"No."

"Do you know who I am and why do you want to become my disciple?"

"Don't I have your WeChat?"

"The vegetable vendor at the market can also let you add him on WeChat."

"You're a decent skier," she said, using conservative and implicit words. "I don't know your upper limit, but from observation I can see that your level is better than mine."

"?"

Ignores Backstab and Old Smoke from Petrification.

Shan Chong felt as if his soul had been forcibly torn away from his body. Although what she said was correct, it seemed that something was not right, and it did not sound quite right...

I can’t say exactly where.

However, Wei Zhi did not give him a chance to think carefully. She pressed on: "Are you done asking questions? Now it's my turn to ask questions. Speak clearly, am I worthy of it?"

“…”

His forehead twitched slightly, and Shan Chong raised his hand to rub his temples...

never mind.

"match."

"Louder."

"Don't make me open the door and throw you out, and don't make me repeat it for the third time, sit down."

"Teaching to read."

"Um."

"Master."

"Um."

"Okay," Weizhi put his hands together, "When I finish my studies, I will honor you."

"If you don't get angry, I'll burn incense."

"No, there is no one in the world who is more obedient than me."

Wei Zhi straightened his waist, shrank his head, and sat back contentedly, not believing any lies even if it was chosen by God.

……………………………………………………

Lao Yan and Bei Stab watched in amazement as their master was kidnapped by a rookie player who pushed him ten meters down the slope and was about to take a rest on the snow track.

The whole process was like a bowl of boiling water brewed tea for apprenticeship, along with the saucer, being stuffed into his mouth.

Although he didn't really struggle.

Haha, man.