For those two seconds, the entire infirmary was as quiet as a cemetery in the off-season (?).
The man named K froze in place. He was lucky enough to witness the big boss's rage in person. He couldn't even refute the other party's friendly question, "Who do you think you are?"
After all, apart from his reasoning, he was really nothing in front of Shan Chong.
But he was not given a chance to explain himself.
The man ignored him and walked towards the bed. He came to the girl and quickly looked her up and down to confirm her condition.
It’s okay. Although the hair is a little messy, the face looks rosy.
A pair of round, dark eyes.
Her lips are slightly parted, which makes her look a little silly.
He almost thought he was here to collect corpses.
As soon as he realized that the person was fine, his temper flared up. He roughly took the wheelchair that he had borrowed from someone else and threw it in front of Weizhi, asking, "Where did you break it? Do you want to use this?"
Weizhi was a little dumbfounded.
She didn't even have time to react, and just stared at the spectacles cloth boss who suddenly appeared in front of her.
His voice sounded so familiar.
Especially when swearing.
When the other party lost his patience, he let out a "tsk" and reached out to grab her right ankle, ready to personally check where she fell... The big hand grasped the snowshoes that she had not yet mustered the courage to take off, and the pain brought Weizhi back to her senses.
She cried out in pain and shrank back reflexively.
Shan Chong immediately let her go: "Did you fall and hurt your foot?"
At this moment, the man placed one hand on the edge of the bed, lowered his body slightly and moved closer to her... Wei Zhi stared at the tall nose bridge and the mole on it so close to her.
When she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find that her voice was terribly hoarse: "Who are you?"
She spoke slowly, even though she already had some idea in her mind.
But the truth involved in that little bit of information was so shocking that she subconsciously wanted to avoid this speculation.
What was despairing was that the man in front of her raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her quietly... No matter what he wanted to express with that expression, it probably wouldn't be a reassuring answer like "righteous passerby".
She raised her hand slowly and tremblingly, and through the air, she waved it to cover the lower half of the man's face within her reach...
Squinting her eyes slightly, she covered his lips and nose with her white palm from a distance, then gradually moved upwards until a pair of eyes were revealed——
Those dark eyes, when silent, had a domineering aura.
"knew?"
He asked in a deep voice.
"Who am I?"
………………………………………………You are my ancestor.
Wei Zhi shuddered, put down his hands, and rubbed his butt backwards with his hands, wishing he could bury his head in the pillow like an ostrich...
The spectacles cloth boss is the master——
She once treated him as a stranger and shyly asked for his WeChat.
She once played his competition video in front of him and boasted, "He skates so well, he's so handsome, and I came to Chongli for him."
She had been entangled with whether it was the white moonlight or the cinnabar mole, but in fact it was all just mosquito blood.
She, she——
Aa ...
Weizhi suffocated for a moment.
She wished she could faint on the spot so she wouldn't have to face the devastating situation before her.
However, before she could find a suitable crack in the wall to squeeze herself into until she couldn't get out even with an electric drill, the person standing next to the bed had already quickly grabbed her ankle. He didn't know where he got so much strength, but he dragged her back just as she was about to crawl away.
“Ahhhh!” Weizhi screamed, “It hurts, it hurts!”
"Your ankle isn't injured, why does it hurt?"
The man was obviously without any sympathy and ruthlessly exposed her. While speaking indifferently, he dragged her back to the bed. Without waiting for her to yell one, two, three, and prepare herself mentally, he exerted force and directly took off the snow boots that she had hesitated for a long time and was reluctant to take off!
That movement was so fast——
Just like a person being beheaded, he never has a chance to react and cry out in pain.
Wei Zhi only had time to make a distorted expression, with her upper body lying on the bed, one short leg raised high and held in the man's hand, in a wolf-like posture...
The latter flipped his hands.
Like a ham on a rack, she was turned over and laid face down on the bed, her nose pressed against the sheets.
So she couldn't see her heels. Her thick ski socks were stained with blood. The scarlet blood mixed with the green socks and turned into an ugly brown.
The man in black also had a dark look on his face at this moment. He frowned and asked coldly, "I told you to put on a Band-Aid, but you didn't listen?"
“…”
"Those who can't read WeChat can have their eyes dug out and donate them to people in need. Many people who can read WeChat hope to regain their sight."
“…”
"Speak."
The man's tone was stiff, and he lowered his eyes to look at the little girl who was lying on the bed. One of her feet was still in his hand, and she looked like she was doing some difficult yoga moves.
She might be a fat person who is not soft enough.
With her legs in his hands, he could almost grab her ankles easily, either because her ankles were too thin or because there was no bone in them, only flesh.
Quite heavy.
Shan Chong has taught many female students, and has helped them pass the pole with his waist or grabbed their shoulders or hips countless times when necessary, but he has never encountered such a situation...
He thought about it, without any suggestion, and weighed her legs as if he were weighing pork on a chopping board in the market.
"Are you dumb? Speak."
He said in a tone that even his father would not say as sternly as this, "Which prop did you fall from? Where else did you fall?"
Props?
so.
...He knew she fell in the park.
Damn you, Senior Brother is a traitor.
The little girl lying on the bed groaned twice and answered a few mumbled words, but she refused to lift her face from the mattress.
He couldn't hear at all.
So I finally lost my patience.
He dragged her legs towards him, and with the little girl's earth-shattering scream, he dragged her off the bed, picked her up horizontally, and threw her into the wheelchair the next second.
Weizhi's butt went from suspended in the air to hitting the ground before she could react. As the world spun around, she had already crashed into a tattered wheelchair, which made a sound as if it could not bear the weight.
The man held the wheelchair with his big hands, and the wheelchair was turned 180 degrees.
Weizhi turned around dizzy and was forced to look up at the man in front of him who was resting his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair.
"I told you not to go to an unfamiliar ski resort on your own and to put a Band-Aid on your foot when it hurts. Which one did you do?"
“…”
“Is the park fun?”
“…”
"What's going on in your mind?"
Weizhi moved his lips.
He moved the corners of his lips impatiently: "Louder."
“…I want to die.”
“…”
…
By the time Jiang Nanfeng hurriedly came down another longer snow track, Wei Zhi had been waiting in a wheelchair for a while, outside the infirmary with a blanket covering his knees.
The infirmary is the only way to the snowboard storage area. It was lunch time and many people came and went and looked over curiously.
Wei Zhi went from being embarrassed and ashamed at first to being numb later, and finally sitting there with a cold and noble look on her face, allowing others to speculate that she was a big shot, that she was a big shot who fell because of the difficulty of the high jump park props...
If it weren't for the man who confiscated her face guard and helmet, picked up the two things in his hands, and cruelly stood not far away, allowing her to be watched by the onlookers without any cover, and madly dismantled the stage -
"Brother Chong, why are you here?"
"Take the apprentice."
"Oh, that—(peeks out) What happened? Did he fall? He's in a wheelchair."
"Well, the flying bag fell."
"...flying bag?"
"Um."
"Which bag?"
"What else can fly? What is a flying bag?"
"Snowball?"
The person who asked the question was filled with confusion - was he talking about the snow bag in the park that was almost the same size as an ant nest and that even small ant eaters were too lazy to reach for?
Did Shan Chong's apprentice fall in the snow?
ah?
Snowpack?
"Well," Shan Chong changed his stance and emphasized, "Snowball."
Weizhi: “…”
She really disliked him a little.
No matter how handsome you are, you can't be that kind.
When she saw Jiang Nanfeng approaching from a distance, tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had seen a relative, and her first words were: "Lend me your face mask."
Jiang Nanfeng ignored her and lifted the blanket to take a look at her injuries. She saw that her injured foot had already been stripped of its ski boots and was now well bandaged, wrapped in layers of bandages, and wearing a pair of warm slippers that she had gotten from who knows where.
After confirming that it was just the heel that was rubbed and nothing else serious, and seeing the girl's flushed face (embarrassed), Jiang Nanfeng let go of the blanket and turned to look at the man standing not far away.
That is a subtle distance——
It makes sense that you said he was deliberately keeping his distance, as strangers should stand that far apart.
But at that distance, if Weizhi rolled off the wheelchair again, he would be the one who could pick her up immediately.
It's not too far, not too close.
Her calm eyes swept across the handsome face of the man, and Wei Zhi held her breath, waiting for Jiang Nanfeng to be as shocked as she was...
However, nothing happened.
"Aren't you teaching others?"
"The one who taught me was overconfident and I dropped him out," Shan Chong said calmly, "and maybe it was punishment from God, because the next second I was forced to take over from someone who was even more overconfident."
"Have you ever thought that God's punishment has already begun in the dark?"
Shan Chong thought about it seriously and said expressionlessly, "Yes."
Jiang Nanfeng turned around and looked at Wei Zhi.
Weizhi: “?”
Wei Zhi: "I'm asking this without any malicious intent. While we were chatting happily, did you feel that my precious master looked familiar?"
Jiang Nanfeng: "Yes, don't you have at least eight videos of him saved in your phone?"
Weizhi: “?”
Wei Zhi: "You knew it a long time ago?"
"You didn't ask." Jiang Nanfeng said casually, "So I missed something great? Wasn't the scene of you two recognizing each other just now touching?"
Touching.
I'm like a piece of Spanish ham lying in bed.
He carried me and turned me over and over.
Weizhi thought about it and decided to change the flight from tomorrow morning to tonight. He packed his suitcase and left this sad place overnight, returned home, and reorganized his mood.
Change your best friend.
Oh no.
This is a hammer best friend. At best, they are people who share a hotel, share a room, eat together, and share a car.
Then, if conditions permit, change the skiing instructor.
After all, no matter how wrong it is, skiing is right.
It's this cold society that's wrong.