Chapter 111: One kiss will stop the pain

She froze in his arms, silent - there was no other way. Shan Chong had made a training plan for himself these past few days and followed it strictly. He was exhausted like a dog every day. So after that night, the two of them...

It's almost like sleeping with just a quilt.

Even after he was injured, Wei Zhi took the initiative to roll back to her own bed.

Did nothing.

That night was a chaotic one, and it unexpectedly became a "swan song".

In fact, Mrs. Otaku was a little confused about this. After all, according to her rich experience in paper negotiations, normal couples would die in bed after having sex except for three meals a day...

Her boyfriend is very different. He wants to die on BigAir.

Focus on career.

At this moment, she was suppressed by him. After the initial shock, she even wanted to ask him if he still remembered this incident. She held back again and again, and finally held back. She raised her hand and brushed the man's hair with her fingertips. She tried her best to sound without any resentment: "Why did you suddenly think of bringing this up?"

"Why do you have to think of this before you mention it?" he asked. "You are such a big person next to me and I am not blind."

"oh."

So that's it.

That is indeed...

I thought you were blind.

"It's not very convenient for you to do this. Why don't you wait... What if you get tired tonight and lose your concentration tomorrow and fall again?"

She pressed her hands on his shoulders, not daring to push hard. After all, judging by the amount of bone pain patches and ointments he had consumed in the past few days, the aunt at the pharmacy might have thought they had an Akita dog at home.

I have to go out and fight with others every day, but I can never win.

"Take a rest tomorrow." Shan Chong said.

Wei Zhi thought there was something wrong with his ears, and stared at him with his eyes slightly wide open.

The latter found her reaction so adorable that he curled his lips and lowered his head to place a light kiss on her eyelashes, saying calmly, "If you continue to practice, there will be no good skin on your body. Rest for a day. I am really tired today."

He leaned on top of her body, with plasters all over his body, patched up like old clothes, and smelled like a mixture of ointments and plasters...

But you say these words in such a casual tone.

Weizhi knew that he was in a good mood.

Shan Chong's FScork2520° really does the job.

After nearly a week of fighting between the man and Bigair——

This breakthrough broke the current record in snowboard big air training and competition. The entire process was witnessed only by Wei Zhi and her mobile phone.

At this moment, the video was quietly lying in her mobile phone and Shan Chong's mobile phone. Weizhi remembered that this seemed to be the first time that Shan Chong took the initiative to ask her for the video she had taken and asked her to send it to him.

How can I not be happy?

Now when she thinks back to the moment when he left, she still feels dazed for a while.

After all, apart from Shan Chong herself, no one knew better than her how difficult it was to achieve FScork2520°.

…

Shan Chong is the one who did the job today.

Originally the weather today was not very good. It was cloudy from early in the morning. The sky was dark and gloomy, making people feel listless.

To sum up, I didn’t think today would be a day for any major construction.

Wei Zhi started yawning while holding the board from the cable car. When he arrived at the terrain prop park of Genting, he skillfully found a place to squat on the side of the big platform. While Shan Chong was warming up, he played with his phone for a while.

When I opened WeChat, everyone in the group was still looking for Shan Chong.

Someone reported seeing the master in the cable car queue at Genting, accompanied by his wife.

I backstab them and ask them why they are going to Genting again. They wouldn’t be in Genting all these days, right?

[Girl: Come here to ski, what else can I do... and because I want to eat KFC for lunch? ]

[CK, Backstab: Women are a pain. ]

Weizhi put away his phone, found the most suitable camera position, and started fiddling with the shooting tools——

These days she is very familiar with this place, and now she can move around on the skateboard to take pictures. She no longer just stays on the starting platform to take pictures, but follows below. When Dan Chong jumps, she adjusts the angle and follows the pictures.

She is very satisfied with herself.

Although Shan Chong said that the best photographers will jump with the person being photographed, the photographer just needs to fly straight when the person being photographed is doing aerial movements.

…and “direct flight is fine”.

Not only did they not pay me wages, but they also wanted to kill me.

Wei Zhi couldn't help but roll his eyes when he thought of this, and squatted over there. After the man jumped a few rounds of simple movements to warm up, Wei Zhi saw that he was not stable on the ground a few times, so he couldn't help but stretch his head to take a look -

As expected, there was a lot of ice on the landing site of the diving platform.

In fact, even outdoor ski resorts in China make snow artificially in winter. I heard that the cost of making snow artificially is very high. From Weizhi’s personal experience, the frequency of snowmaking at Genting Ski Resort is not as frequent as that at the mountaintop ski resort next door.

This resulted in the ice layer on the cloud top being particularly noticeable if the temperature fluctuated at midnight last night.

What's more, there are fewer people in the terrain park, and there is only one snowmaking machine around, making it even more difficult to take care of it.

Falling on this kind of ice is ten thousand times more painful than falling on flat ground. Wei Zhi was worried about her boyfriend's waist which was already pierced with tens of thousands of steel nails. She was lowering her head to study which angle would be better for landing and wanted Shan Chong to lean on her, but the man over there had already climbed onto the big diving platform for the fourth time.

At this moment, Shan Chong hadn't put on his snowboard yet, so he leaned against the starting platform with his snowboard, lowered his head, and patiently watched her sticking her butt out, jumping and stepping on the landing point under her platform -

It's a bit like a wild animal that breaks into a ski resort, abrupt but a little cute, making people want to take a closer look.

Wei Zhi studied it for a while, and finally felt the man's gaze. He raised his head and looked at him from a distance, then quickly moved away, waved to the man from a distance, pointed to the ice, and told him not to lean his butt over here...

The man probably saw it from a distance of ten or twenty meters, so he waved his hands from a distance and bent down to pass through the board.

Weizhi stood aside again, and he came up from below -

In the first section, he used two or three edges to control the speed. In the middle, the man started to use the straight board. This was the result of his research in recent days. The initial speed when leaving the eaves of the platform determined the highest point of the parabola he would eventually make.

He put the board down earlier than usual, took off, and jumped higher than usual.

In Weizhi's eyes, it was like an eagle suddenly spread its wings and flew out from the endless sky. He stretched his body, and then after having a distinct sense of being suspended in the air at the highest point, he bent over and grabbed the board.

Rotating from the outside, the first three or four circles are very fast, and the speed starts to slow down in the fifth circle. Five circles is 1800°. Generally, if you can do another 360° at this time, you will be at the top level of the snowboard platform within the direct range...

In mid-air, Wei Zhi watched Shan Chong finish his sixth turn. When the seventh turn was about to begin, her heart began to tighten.

However, it was already clear that the man's rotation was not enough in the sixth circle. In the seventh circle, he only passed 90 degrees and could not turn around. He decisively let go of the board and fell heavily to the ground...

Because he put down the board in a hurry, he didn't choose the right landing angle, and the bright yellow snowboard landed exactly on the ice surface that Fang Caiwei pointed at.

Wei Zhi just watched Shan Chong fall down. Fortunately, he stood steadily after landing. However, the board slipped on the ice and failed to hold the edge. He was thrown out by inertia!

You should know that the ice surface at the outdoor ski resort is not just a slippery surface, it also has ice chips. Those ice chips are like the torture of Madam Rong, and if you fall and get hurt, the pain will go deep into your internal organs!

Shan Chong happened to fall on the ice chips. He first supported himself with his hands, then landed on his back, scraping against the ice chips and flying at least three or four meters away.

Weizhi's scalp felt numb and he felt his back aching as well.

She put her phone away, took off her board and threw it away. She didn't want the board anymore and ran over. When she rushed to the man, he had already sat up, took off his board, bent his knees and sat on the ground, keeping the sitting position without moving...

It hurts so much that I don’t want to move.

Wei Zhi rolled over and crawled over. The man turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly, saying calmly, "Help me check if there's any bleeding on your back."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an almost imperceptible trill, perhaps from the cold or pain.

Wei Zhi closed his eyes when he heard this, his knees went weak, and he sat down next to him.

She moved to his side with one hand on her hips, held her breath, and lifted up his snow suit, middle layer, and quick-drying clothes layer by layer, and took a look -

There didn't seem to be any blood stains on the light-colored quick-drying shirt, so she breathed a sigh of relief, then not so gently lifted up his quick-drying shirt!

"Hiss!" The man took a breath of cool air, "Be gentle, it won't hurt!"

"You still feel pain!"

Weizhi stared at the scattered scrapes on his back. The spots of bleeding on his skin had stained the lining of his quick-drying clothes. The blood beads soon solidified in the cold wind. She saw his back muscles gradually tense up.

"Just a few scratches."

She quickly put down her quick-drying clothes. "But it's not serious. Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

As she spoke, she moved closer to him and asked.

The man turned his head and stared at her for a while, but his eyes were obviously not focused on her face. He said faintly, "Just now it seemed that my eyes hesitated for a moment and didn't let me go. I always feel that if I had looked at the right place, I could have made it through that last round."

"? Are you stupid?" Wei Zhi clapped her hands in front of him, "Shan Chong? Boyfriend? Is he home? I want to ask you what's wrong with you!"

"...Oh." The man blinked. "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, but my back is burning and a little painful."

"I told you it's just a scratch," Weizhi saw him absorbed in thinking about the connection between his line of sight and his rotation, the look of him not caring about anything else, even himself, and he suppressed his temper, "I just told you not to fall here, but you insisted on falling here. There are ice chips all over here, if you don't get hurt, who will? Fortunately, it's just a scratch--"

She didn't want to talk about the rest.

The girl's face showed her pain without any disguising, and the man finally drew his attention away from the platform a little.

Wei Zhi saw him looking at him, hesitated, and his eyes fell on the tip of his nose: "I think if you want to figure out the moves, you can ask Wang Xin to show you -"

The man paused for a moment and said in a voice devoid of much emotion: "He is no longer my coach."

"But if you let him come," Weizhi muttered, "I always feel that he will fly over here on Nezha's wind fire wheel, holding a thousand firecrackers in his hands."

Her description was too specific, and Shan Chong sneered.

Weizhi wanted to say something, but he waved his hands.

He tilted his head and admired for a while the tangled look of his girlfriend who wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, who wanted to scold her but didn't know where to start, who wanted to feel sorry for her but couldn't say it... The man finally felt less painful, and he leaned back with his hands on the ground, his face close to her lips. The face of the peerless handsome man was looking at her very close.

Wei Zhi was filled with resentment: "What are you doing?"

“I just didn’t feel any pain.”

"What?"

"Since you keep emphasizing it, I realize," the man fluttered his long eyelashes and drooped them, saying slowly, "it really hurts a little."

"...You still blame me for reminding you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it hurts so much, and you're already complaining. Can't you be more careful? Guess what I would do if you gave me a chance to call and send you to the ambulance? I would break up with you right away and announce to my friends like a jerk that I'm single and widowed..."

Hearing her speak like an angry bird without punctuation, he sneered and raised the corners of his lips: "Kiss it and it won't hurt."

Weizhi's complaints came to an abrupt end, and he stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.

The conditions reflected the surroundings. It was very quiet. As everyone knows, the snow has not been good here in the past few days. There was really no one within a hundred meters.

After a stalemate with him for a while, she showed a subtle expression.

When he thought she was going to reject him again, the little girl put one hand on his thigh, leaned over, and kissed him on the lips.

He remained half-sitting on the ground without moving, and a soft, sweet breath approached, and warm lips brushed against his... The man made a dull nasal sound from deep in his nose, seeming a little lazy.

A kiss.

Remove immediately.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she retreated with her neck shrunk, but she didn't forget to glare at him. She was serious but he held her tightly, "Is it okay?"

"Well," the man slowly got up, picked her up from the ground, and then picked up his board, "my wife's kiss is useful."

There was a dull nasal sound in his voice, and he used the word "fuck" again. The cool guy's killing power doubled and rushed into the sky. Wei Zhi was caught off guard and was killed by him.

When she came to her senses, the man had returned to his paralyzed coffin-like face, holding the board and starting to climb the starting platform of the big ski jump.

She was left alone with her heart pounding.

Wei Zhi stared at his back, took two steps forward, stood at his feet, hesitated, and asked: "Really don't go to find Wang Xin——"

"Well," the man stood on the stairs and chuckled, "What if I fail? He won't be able to bear this kind of stimulation."

After saying this, no one knew whether it was a joke or not, he set off again.

Still holding on to the starting platform, the man bent over and put on the board.

Different from the previous time, after he set out, this time, he took one less blade, just as an experiment.

Weizhi stood under the stage and saw that the moment he stepped out of the stage, he was visibly thrown higher than the last time. She had an idea and raised her camera -

Looking at the man in the air who was still acting coquettishly with her in the last second, he turned into a cold skiing machine, bending, bending, grabbing the board and spinning calmly and smoothly.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

At five turns, his rotation speed had not slowed down at all.

Under the platform, the hand holding the camera shook. Wei Zhi quickly focused his mind and energy, subconsciously tightening his core, and quickly used his other hand to fix the filming tool in his hand.

On lap six, the speed slowed and his sight caught up.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and it suddenly flew up, almost hitting her throat. Her mind went blank, and she didn't even dare to blink, for fear that she would miss it -

Seven laps.

The seven full circles were completed, and the parabola came to an end. Everything seemed like the most perfect combination of mathematics, physics, and miracles.

When landing, the snowboard hit the snow with a thick and steady muffled sound.

The small camera recorded the person standing on the board with his knees slightly bent to press the front edge, the board edge carved into the snow and moved forward several meters, and the black gloves brushed across the snow...

stand.

When the man stands upright@on the snowboard in a relaxed basic stance.

The first FScork2520°, which was powerful enough to cause three earthquakes on the entire snowboard jumping platform worldwide, was born quietly.

…

"What are you thinking about?"

The man's gentle voice brought my thoughts back to reality.

In the warm and dry apartment, only the dim light of the desk lamp was on. The medicine box was opened, and the medicine inside was scattered in a mess...

Two adults were squeezed together on a single bed, but no one complained about the crowding.

Weizhi blinked, seeming to wake up a little slowly from the memories of the afternoon.

She put her hands on the man's shoulders and hooked his neck. She stood up slightly and her lips fell on the tip of his nose.

...Who would have thought that he would be injured when he performed that earth-shattering move.

Who would believe it if I told others that Shan Chong, who always emphasizes safety during class and is able to protect students impeccably, is practicing as hard as he can when he is alone. He is not affected by wind or rain, and does not delay eating or drinking. Even though his back is still bleeding, he does not complain at all. He secretly flirts with his girlfriend, and then stands up and continues dancing.

God rewards hard work.

Just as I mentioned before, the favorite saying of snow circle people is -

Just work hard and let time take care of the rest.

Time gave him a satisfactory answer. When he might have considered giving up on himself, he suddenly did it.

As her lips left his nose, he smelled her scent, sweet as always.

Her eyes sank slightly, as if all the blood in her body was flowing out of her heart and swarming back into her heart, beating powerfully under her chest... They were very close, so close that he could kiss her lips as long as he lowered his head, and her chest, which rose and fell with her breathing, was pressed against him, separated by a very thin layer of cloth.

He was shirtless just now to apply the medicine.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a questioning look.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Wei Zhi didn't say anything, but he didn't push him away either.

The man chuckled lazily, understood, and raised his hand to press on the hem of her nightgown.

He hooked the edge of the fabric with one fingertip and pulled it mischievously. He heard her hiss and kick him with a red face.

She loosened the tension and heard a "snap" sound. The fabric bounced back onto her white thighs, making a slight sound. She felt pain and moaned softly in a coquettish manner...

The body odor and the smell of the ointment on his body mixed together. The strange smell seemed to have some corrosive power, penetrating into his nostrils and destroying his willpower.

She clung to him.

When he tried to pull his hand away, his legs closed a little.

His hands were unable to move again, pressed against her warm skin, unable to move away. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he reached out and pinched her -

This person did not hold back when he attacked.

The flesh on the thigh was very tender to begin with, and Weizhi almost jumped up when he pinched it. He let go of his hand, and in response, the hand that was originally clinging to his shoulder pulled his hair.

“It’s definitely a hit.”

She grumbled quietly.

"Oh," he lifted himself up from her, the blanket sliding down from his waist, "let me see."

Talking and moving at the same time.

In the end, I saw everything I should and shouldn't have seen.

Lying on the soft bed, the little girl covered her face with her hands. Her red cheeks could be seen through the gaps between her white fingertips. She lay there, trembling slightly, so obedient that one would want to swallow her into one bite.

"Turn off the lights."

She said with a trembling voice.

The man's lips and hands were wet. Upon hearing this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reached out to pull her wrist away.

She was stunned for a moment when her skin first came into contact with the vapor, but soon she realized what it was. She screamed and tried to shake off his hand as if it were a hot potato.

Shan Chong continued to post it.

There was already a little sweat on his forehead, probably because he was trying his best to control himself. His eyes were dark and it was as if even a stone thrown into them would not cause even the slightest ripple...

However, beneath the darkness, what is hidden is probably the beastly nature waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The muscles on his body were tense to the limit, and the shadow cast by him enveloped her...

He always joked that her buttocks and thighs were full of flesh, but in fact, she was very small when she lay there, and his broad shoulders could completely cover her.

One hand pinched her thigh, feeling the smooth flesh.

Flesh, as soft as water, bulged between his fingers.

There was a red handprint where he grabbed me.

He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the corner of her naturally wet eyes: "Be good, don't move, my back still hurts."

His tone was gentle, but his words were coaxing and deceiving. Wei Zhi even heard a hint of threat. In this day and age, if you want to do something unhealthy, you have to use moral blackmail...

She wouldn't kick him under the bed.

Unless he is really ruthless.

Realizing this, her eyelashes trembled in fear.

"You can't get fat in one bite. You'd better be careful. If you spoil the food for me, you won't have anything to eat later—"

.

The last word was not uttered yet.

Replaced by her scream.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing and hitting the window, with a bit of the violent storms outside during the rainy season in the south. If you stand outside at this time, you will definitely be freezing cold.

On the phone, WeChat kept flashing with new messages, the screen flickered, and the notification tone sounded.

He pressed her hands on top of her head, their fingers intertwined, their palms pressed tightly together until they were sweaty, sticky and salty.

The ambiguous smell mixed with the smell of plaster, and the room was warm, spreading the mixed smell. The quilt slipped to the ground and no one paid attention. Her slight sweat wet her forehead and the wrinkled front of her pajamas...

night.

Like a worker in a special industry holding a cigarette with sparks in her mouth in a dark alley, she is lazy and has a tired look in her eyes. She smiles at everyone who passes by, with her white teeth and numb eyes...

It seems that a moment can become a long eternity.

…

The match was scheduled for the following Sunday.

It was like a small warm-up event before the Winter Olympics. On the day of the competition, all the ski enthusiasts who were playing in the park or watching the park, whether they were snowboarders or ski jumpers, flocked to the Yunding Ski Resort.

Early in the morning, there was a queue at the ski ticket window at Genting. There had never been such a busy scene before.

Backstab knocked on Shan Chong's door early in the morning. The door opened and a man in a short-sleeved T-shirt was leaning against the door. He looked like he had gotten up and finished his shower, with his hair still dripping onto his shoulders.

He yawned, and asked the person standing outside the door in a somewhat relaxed manner: "What's wrong?"

The pungent smell of ointment in the room almost made Beisai stumble. He blinked and asked, "Are you playing today?"

He finished speaking, staring at the man.

After hearing his sudden question, the latter's expression didn't even change. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then calmly asked, "What game?"

"That park where Dedo threw the flyer in your face."

"Oh. No."

"The registration deadline was a fucking week ago, so you can't go even if you want to," he said, backstabbing. "The competition has already started today, and I'm surprised you've been working so hard these past few days if you weren't competing. You've been wanting to sleep with your snowboard every night, and your messaging system is blocked, and you can't even reach me on WeChat—"

The more he complained, the more he complained.

Shan Chong didn't react much.

Until the gurgling sound of water in the bathroom behind him stopped. He looked back and saw a figure swaying behind the frosted glass door. After walking out of the shower room, he walked back and forth inside.

Knowing that Weizhi was about to come out, and thinking that she was wearing a bathrobe when she went in, he glanced at Beishang who was still standing outside the door like a door god, and reached out to close the door with an expressionless face.

Backstab shouted "Hey hey hey" a few times, held the door with his hand, and asked Shan Chong if he wanted to go to watch the game.

The man seemed to have lost his energy, so he rolled his eyelids and said, "No."

At this time, the bathroom door behind him opened, and the little girl poked her head out, her hair dripping with water. She said, "I'll go, wait for me, I'll go with you guys."

Shan Chong turned around and looked at her.

Feeling his gaze, she blinked and looked at him: "What's wrong? I'll go see if there's anyone more powerful than you, is that okay?"

After thinking for a while, she added: "I can't just look at you all the time. I need to broaden my horizons."

Backstab was still wondering if the two had a fight last night and why they were talking about such an offensive topic so early in the morning, but he didn't expect the man to be silent for a while, and said nothing. He just raised the corners of his lips and said in a lazy voice, "Okay."

The tone is doting.

If you are backstabbed, you will regret coming here.

Taking out his cell phone, Lao Yan tagged him in the group and asked him what he was hesitating about, whether he had called the master, and whether the master would come.

In a group of several hundred people, standing in front of the master, backstabbing calmly typing——

【CK, Backstab: He won't come. 】

【CK, Backstab: He has changed. 】

[CK, Backstab: He lost his self-esteem and became a vulgar and flattering henpecked husband. ]

The group that was originally flooded with messages fell silent for a few seconds.

Backstab patiently waits for someone to attack with him.

Until Lao Yan starts to smoke.

【Lao Yan: At least he has a wife to manage him, which is better than being a stray dog.】

【CK, backstab:?

[CK, Backstab: ...]