This type of snow boots is hard to buy, and there are few sizes for women. It is even more difficult to buy this type of snow boots for women. Hua Yan also bought it at a premium, spending more than three thousand yuan.

But money is not a problem.

It's not about the money.

It mainly affects unity.

Weizhi had never seen anything like this before.

Take a girl's new shoes away from her and sell them to another girl?

If she were Hua Yan, she might have the knife in her hand by now.

What's worse is that she doesn't know what to say in this situation.

Copywriter 1: This is someone else's thing, don't make decisions for them. I can't take it.

What a bitch.

Copywriting 2: I don’t want it, give it back to me!

Still a bitch.

Copywriter three: Oh, oh, what are you doing? I can’t just steal other people’s things.

…………She's such a bitch.

So at this moment, Wei Zhi didn't care about the man's logic in front of her, and stood up nervously. She rubbed her hands in her pockets and said seriously: "No, I have been waiting for these shoes for a long time, how can you just take them away? You are committing robbery."

Shan Chong didn't quite understand the logic behind her so-called "robbery". He looked back at Hua Yan, then turned his head back. He frowned and emphasized to the girl in front of him: "You have to pay."

I have been hesitating for a long time in front of so many brands in this ski equipment store and still can't choose a pair of suitable shoes. Now suddenly a pair of Deeluxe shoes drops out of nowhere. They are good-looking, moderately hard, and the right size. Isn't this a match made in heaven?

What is this kid still hesitating about?

Wouldn’t it be nice to buy shoes early and go home to have dinner?

...Do you think it's too expensive?

That’s not right, but the pair of bib ski pants she just saw was almost three thousand dollars, and she looked like she was eager to buy them. Aren’t snow boots more cost-effective than clothes?

Shan Chong: "Don't waste time."

As the man gradually became impatient, Wei Zhi looked at Hua Yan with despair, thinking to himself, "Miss, you've seen it too. I've been squatting here quietly from beginning to end, without saying a word. I didn't have any bad intentions to steal your shoes! No!"

Shan Chong: “?”

Seeing the little girl like a quail, Shan Chong was not very satisfied: "Why are you looking at her? I have several pairs of shoes of this brand, how could I not know the size? If her feet can fit a size 225, I'll call her Hua."

As he spoke, he simply bent down and picked up the pair of snowshoes that were originally placed on the ground, turned around and walked to Hua Yan, put down the shoes, and said concisely: "Bet."

Hua Yan was at a loss: "What are you betting on?"

Shan Chong: "If you can't get your feet in, I'll take you to jump off the platform tomorrow... double 720, right?"

In the domestic women's 8-meter platform, the current highest difficulty record in this series of movements is double 900.

Hua Yan has been stuck on the double 540 move for almost a season and a half, and has not been able to perform it. As a result, she has not been on the platform much recently, and has been struggling with various poles and barrels...

Upon hearing this, she suddenly came to her senses.

"I can't get them in," Hua Yan said without hesitation, "My feet are 240cm, and this shoe is a size 225 in the US standard, which is strictly a size 35.5. Even if I cut off my toes, I can't get them in."

Shan Chong turned his head and silently looked at Wei Zhi with a look that said "Did you hear me?"

Weizhi: “…”

Wei Zhi: “You should at least try.”

Hua Yan: "No, I don't want to cut off my toes, I don't want to act in Frozen. I bought these shoes for 3,300 yuan, so is it Alipay or WeChat?"

Mamoru: “…Isn’t it Cinderella?”

Hua Yan: "In front of double720, you can say that the pumpkin carriage comes from "Snow White" and it's fine! Alipay or WeChat!"

Wei Zhi took out her phone hesitantly. Hua Yan saw that she seemed to be still a little hesitant, and she was anxious, fearing that her double720 would be gone, so she quickly said, "These shoes are so beautiful, why are you still hesitating! If you wear them, you will be the most handsome guy in the show even if you are walking on the slopes... If you don't believe me, go to Xiaohongshu and search, all the pretty girls are wearing these shoes! Internet celebrity! Hot item! Durable! I have the lowest price on the whole network!"

Wei Zhi was afraid that she was being reluctant: "You must have reserved these shoes from the store owner. You've been waiting for so long..."

"No, no, I just thought that since I can't wear them, I'd just keep them and wait for them to appreciate in value. I'd use them as financial management products, and if they're discounted, I'd make a lot of money on them—"

"Then sell it to me at the original price now?"

"It's okay," Hua Yan sincerely held Wei Zhi's hand, with stars twinkling in her eyes, "Who would buy gold instead of crude oil? Double720 is more valuable! I've been jumping for a year and a half and nothing has worked! Please be kind!"

“…”

In the end, Hua Yan almost helped Wei Zhi complete the QR code transfer hand in hand. She looked so excited that she wanted to snatch the phone from her and help her enter the payment password.

Amid Weizhi's confusion and the harmonious and cheerful atmosphere of everyone else, the pair of snowshoes suddenly belonged to Weizhi.

With the sound of cash arriving in the account, Weizhi squatted down, picked up the shoes, looked at them, turned them over, looked at them again, and touched them again -

The shoes are nice, she likes them very much.

Reluctantly touching the English letters on the magic stickers on the shoes, Wei Zhi put down the shoes lovingly and turned to Hua Yan and said, "Thank you."

Hua Yan waved her hands nonchalantly: "It's me who wants to thank you."

The two of them went back and forth.

Shan Chong thought about it and felt that he was just a matchmaker, and it was ungrateful for the newlyweds to not mention him at all after the wedding, so he asked, "No one wants to thank me?"

Wei Zhi blinked and was about to say something when Hua Yan, who was standing next to him, clasped her hands together and bowed to him vigorously.

Shan Chong: “No thanks.”

Shan Chong: "I am not dead yet, so there is no need for such a grand ceremony."

Hua Yan: "I can't avoid it. I have to keep my word. Double 720 tomorrow? Morning? Afternoon? Or morning and afternoon?"

Shan Chong was about to say something when Hua Yan added, "It just so happens that a friend of mine from the south wants to take a class. She just arrived in Chongli yesterday and wanted me to make an appointment with you for a class... I see that you have nothing to do recently. It's not easy for someone who has come all the way here. Why don't you give her a couple of days' class?"

Shan Chong thought about it and didn't refuse: "To what extent?"

Hua Yan: "I have jumped a few times and can do a melon (*basic platform jumping posture, front hand grabs the edge of the board between the heels of both feet). I want to learn the line (*basic platform jumping posture, melon with frontside added).

Shan Chong said "Oh" and said "OK".

Wei Zhi stood by and once again didn't understand what they were saying.

The moment Shan Chong said "OK", her eyes lit up, and she stared at the man with her clear black and white eyes, as if she wanted to say something... But after hesitating for three seconds, she raised her hand, silently touched her ear, and then quietly dropped her hand again.

In the end, I said nothing.

…

Jiang Nanfeng sat on the sofa beside him, propping his chin with one hand, looking at Wei Zhi standing between Hua Yan and Shan Chong not far away, with her little face tilted up and not saying a word, looking as if she was excluded from the world and looked pitiful.

Jiang Nanfeng held the sofa with one hand and tried to stand up to lead her over.

Don't act like an unwanted child.

As a result, as soon as her buttocks left the sofa, her wrist was grabbed by a big hand from the side. She was stunned for a moment and turned around to see Lao Yan looking at her with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Nanfeng said nothing.

Lao Yan pulled her hand a little harder, pulled her back to the sofa, let go, and said in a calm tone: "She won't get used to this?"

When he spoke, his usual approachable smile disappeared and his tone was slightly cold.

"There are hundreds of fellow disciples in the group, but not everyone can be taught by a master every day," Lao Yan curled his lips without a smile, "There is only one master, and everyone takes turns to use him."

“…”

Jiang Nanfeng tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingertips, then turned back to look at Wei Zhi. The little girl now walked aside by herself and lowered her head to study how to put on her shoes.

She thought about it and decided not to go over there, so she sat down again.

"It's better not to become my disciple." Jiang Nanfeng said, "Becoming my disciple means being treated like a pigeon. It's better to pay for it."

"You have to see if he wants to pay. Didn't you hear that he didn't ask anything just now? He didn't ask how long the class will last or whether the other party will accept his price. He only asked what level the other party is at?" Lao Yan paused, "You don't know because you are not in the circle. Now everyone knows that Chong Ge went to teach people how to push the slope. How surprised they are."

Jiang Nanfeng couldn't answer this question.

She looked at her poor little one from afar, then put down her shoes and went to look for something to match them with a helmet or something. At least she didn't squat there and secretly shed tears.

She breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject: "Those shoes are pretty nice...your master was able to get them for Jiji, which can be considered as spiritual compensation."

At this time, Lao Yan had already taken out a pack of cigarettes. He took a break from moving and looked up at the cigarettes. He said, "Do you want some? I can also ask someone to get some for you."

The tone was nonchalant, and he said it casually, as if it was not a big deal at all.

Jiang Nanfeng glanced at him and said, "You said it so easily, didn't you say that these shoes are hard to find?"

"It's hard to find, but I can find it," Lao Yan said. "I'm familiar with the owners of the big snow equipment stores in the capital. I have many connections. What can't I get?"

"Oh," Jiang Nanfeng said, "Do you have sponsors too?"

Upon hearing this, Lao Yan paused as she was about to open the cigarette box. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Nanfeng from the edge of the cigarette box. The elder sister had a nonchalant look on her face, supporting her head with her hand as she looked at him, and she seemed a little surprised.

He pursed his lips, suddenly sneered, and the childishness on his face subsided a little: "Of course."

Jiang Nanfeng didn't have time to say anything.

"From Zhangjiakou to Changbai Mountain and then to the three major Sunac hotels in Guangzhou, Chengdu and Harbin, if you randomly grab a guy doing a flat jump on the snowy slope and ask him if he knows who Lao Yan is—"

Jiang Nanfeng raised his eyebrows.

"If there is anyone who says he doesn't know you, I will lower my head and let you sit on it."

When he said this, besides his undisguised pride, he also sounded a little rebellious.

In general, it's about arrogance.

The look of slightly raised eyebrows is completely different from the obedient little puppy he had shown in front of Shan Chong before.

Jiang Nanfeng was stunned for three seconds, then laughed out loud and glanced at him casually: "Little friend."

“…”

Lao Yan was stunned with the cigarette butt in his mouth.

He couldn't even remember the last time someone squinted their eyes and called him "little friend" -

He was also very popular in school. When he was playing basketball, some junior girls would bring him water and call him "senior".

When he came to Chongli during the snow season, he would go to the park and people would call him Lao Yan or Brother Yan.

Sometimes I teach the girls, and I call them "little brother" or "coach", but the most common one is "master"...

Only the person in front of him, who had been learning from him since he started pushing the slope, didn't know when it started, but stopped calling him "Master" or "Coach", and just called him "Yanyan".

Now I call you a different name, kid.

Squinting his eyes slightly, a playful expression finally appeared on the baby face of the young boy... In most cases, the spark between men and women does not require a complicated beginning. He believes that he can accurately receive the emotions conveyed by the women around him, including the woman in front of him who is looking at him with her head tilted, with a smile on the corner of her lips.

He hummed a low laugh and moved his lips, about to say something.

"——Jiang Nanfeng, come and see which color of this helmet looks good?"

Not far away, the call from a fellow junior sister broke the brief and lingering mysterious aura in the air.

…

Three minutes later.

Lao Yan leaned against the door of the store, enjoying the cool breeze and smoking.

Inside the store, Wei Zhi dragged Jiang Nanfeng along and bought new gloves, face protectors, and helmets. The store owner was so happy that he couldn't stop grinning, and he looked at Shan Chong as if he was looking at the God of Wealth.

When Wei was finally choosing a helmet, the shop owner even tried to recommend professional inner protective gear.

The little girl squatted beside the shelf with her butt sticking out, carefully comparing whether the white helmet was more fairy-like or the black helmet was more versatile. She waved her hands without looking back: "No need, I have a little turtle."

Shop owner: "That won't work! The green turtle is not a long-term solution. When you start to learn how to change blades, you will be thrown 360 degrees without any gaps. The turtle can't protect you, and you will have to wear underwear."

Wei Zhi thought about it, put down his helmet, tilted his head and said without thinking: "That's true, I broke mine when I sat on it."

The little girl spoke softly and slowly, but what she said was bloody and violent, "I can kill a turtle by sitting on a butt pad."

The shop owner was stunned for a moment, and thought that although the cartoon butt pad is not of good quality, there are not many people who can break it these days...

He slapped his thigh and wondered what was going on. He was just about to take advantage of the situation and talk about the unprofessionalism and unsightliness of the cuckold, when he heard the little girl change the subject and said leisurely, "But I still like my little turtle."

Shop owner: "Why? Is it cute to carry a turtle on your back?"

"No," Weizhi handed the black helmet to the boss, nodded to indicate that he wanted this one, and said slowly, "The little turtle was given to me by my master."

The shop owner’s first reaction was “Master? What is that?”

After being stunned for three seconds, he reacted and remembered something. He turned his head and looked at Shan Chong with a blank and absurd look.

The latter looked back at him calmly with an expressionless face.

Wei Zhi: "After the little turtle was broken, it was the master who fixed it for me."

The shop owner's eyes gradually widened as he looked at Shan Chong.

Wei Zhi: "So I won't change to someone else for now, lest he thinks he's been working for nothing and gets angry."

The shop owner's eyes were as big as bells as he looked at Shan Chong, and his nostrils were gradually getting bigger.

Shan Chong: "Didn't I say that before? That turtle was made by Lao Yan."

Weizhi: “Oh.”

Shan Chong: "I have never lost my temper."

After the shop owner's nostrils had expanded, there was nothing else to expand, so he just let out a gasp.

Very rude.

So the next second, Shan Chong turned around without hesitation and went out to smoke with Lao Yan.

As soon as the shop door was closed, Wei Zhi turned around and looked at the shop owner silently: Look, he's in a bad mood.

Shop owner: I see, I see, awesome, sister!

…

This trip down the mountain to buy things was very thorough.

By the time Wei Zhi and Jiang Nanfeng got on the bus with their bags, it was already night.

It wasn’t that late actually, just around five, which was just right for dinner time.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wei Zhi looked at the man wearing a mask steadily, thought about it, and asked a little abruptly: "Weren't you smoking just now? Why are you still wearing a mask?"

"I've finished smoking." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, "Why do you want to control everything?"

You're welcome.

But the tone was not too fierce.

Wei Zhi wasn't actually scared by him, but after hearing what he said, she stopped talking.

After staring at him for a while, she suddenly took out her cell phone and said, "Let me treat you to a meal. You've taken the trouble to accompany us down the mountain. How about Tonglu Hot Pot Lamb? There's a famous one nearby... Or do you want to eat something else?"

The tone of his voice should be that he is discussing with the two people in the back seat.

But the atmosphere in the car was not right.

Shan Chong turned his head and looked at her for a while without saying anything. His dark eyes were particularly bright and bottomless under the night sky. After a long time, he finally said, "What's wrong?"

In the depressing atmosphere at the time, the two people sitting in the back seat simply refused to speak.

Wei Zhi put down his phone, and his eyes curved up with a smile outside his mask: "What's the matter? If you don't want to eat mutton, you can eat something else."

"I'm asking you what's wrong."

"It's okay."

She smiles very sweetly.

But there is murderous intent.

It was difficult for anyone to escape easily from such a terrible and depressing atmosphere, but the man did not react much. He glanced lightly at her crescent-shaped eyes with a normal expression.

He just flicked his fingertips on the steering wheel.

"You can skate by yourself tomorrow," he said in a flat voice. "You heard me too. After teaching Huahua, I have classes. I may not be free all day."

As soon as the words came out, the little girl's frown froze for a few seconds. Perhaps she couldn't pretend anymore, and her smiling eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The distinct black and white of her eyes seemed to be frozen in their sockets, and she looked emotionless as she could no longer act.

"Let me ask you a question."

"Ask."

"I was there today, and you were the one who took care of me these past few days..." Weizhi pinched the seat belt, not knowing how to express his confused emotions. "Then why didn't you ask me if I wanted to buy the lesson before you agreed to teach me?"

As if she couldn't hold it in any longer, she finally asked the question in her mind... She had been holding it in for a long time, and she almost wanted to explode.

and.

It's better not to speak.

I couldn't control my emotions when I opened my mouth.

Luckily it was dark in the car, so no one could see that her eyes were getting hot.

But she spoke in a low and hoarse voice, and seemed very depressed.

This cannot be concealed.

After she asked the question, Lao Yan in the back of the car silently placed his hand on the door handle, ready to rush out and escape at any time, but was silently and roughly pulled down by Jiang Nanfeng.

But Shan Chong didn't say anything for a long time.

His throat was a little dry, and seeing her like this, he began to get annoyed - in fact, there were a hundred reasons to teach her not to be so stubborn. Even if it was any other skater, he wouldn't be able to accompany her on the mountain every day...

After the master gives a day's class, it is normal for you to practice the content for one or two days, and then come back after you have learned it well.

Something that everyone can do...

Why can't she do it?

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

The window was lowered, and a cool breeze blew in, kneading the breath of ice and snow. The man's slightly cold voice sounded in the car: "What class do you want to buy? Do you know how much it costs per class?"

Weizhi pursed his lips.

"How much do you want me to charge you per lesson, huh?"

The man's low nasal voice asked back in his ears.

Hearing that his tone was a little wrong, Wei Zhi was a little frightened. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and sat back in his original seat, saying aggrievedly: "Oh."

Shan Chong resisted the urge to sigh and looked away.

He lowered his head and started the car: "Tonight I will find a reliable teaching video on the front edge C bend and send it to you. Tomorrow you can do it on the intermediate track C track by yourself--"

"No."

As the car started up, the man took his hand off the gear lever and glanced at the co-driver. He said nothing, but the tone of his doubt was there.

"I'm going to another ski resort tomorrow," Wei said. "It's boring to stay at the top of the mountain all the time."

When she said this, her eyes were fixed straight ahead.

It was as if a few flowers suddenly bloomed on the dirty, sandy windshield.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and perhaps she herself did not realize that her round, wet eyes, which looked like those of a small animal, now revealed a hint of provocation and stubbornness.

But this emotion is very natural, and it is not expressed outwardly. It is suppressed there, which makes people feel...

Not annoying.

It was to let people know clearly that she was a little angry and was being irritated.

...coquettish.

Shan Chong didn't really want to argue with her, and he didn't plan to get used to her either.

In response to her retort, I simply reminded her not to drive on the advanced slopes in an unfamiliar ski resort by myself, and then I stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

Then everyone ate instant noodles that night.

Jiang Nanfeng summed it up this way: It was mutton hotpot in a copper stove. The atmosphere at that time was so intense that you could have stuffed the boss into the copper stove and roasted him like mutton.