The atmosphere was very strange.

No one said anything at first. The atmosphere was so serious that it seemed like the Sports Bureau had given Weizhi a spot to participate in the Winter Olympics next year, and she had just finished learning how to push the slope...

As for Shan Chong, it was as if Wei Zhi was ready to make a sign with his name on it and hang it on his chest, and then perform a slope push-up in front of the whole world at the Winter Olympics.

"Teach me...Master."

Weizhi called him.

At the same second when her voice rang out, she felt the force on her wrist loosen for a moment, and it seemed that he wanted to let go of her and run away.

So she swallowed back the words "The basic cultural progress of human society has reached a new height. Please don't be so naive. It's just a cover."

"Don't be nervous," Weizhi heard his voice change its tone, "Relax."

Very loving.

then.

If looks could kill, she would be dead by now.

She had been snowboarding for ten days without any basic knowledge, and was even held hands by others to play push-ups on the slopes. Looking at the entire snow circle, Weizhi was probably the only one who did this. But she didn't think it was shameful. After all, compared to her face, her life was more important.

This is Irving Avenue.

Of course, at the moment, her teacher was clearly not doubting her academic progress.

Shan Chong was not completely pushing her when he pulled her.

It is to guide her to twist the board, straighten it, lower the center of gravity, and then change the edge.

At first, Wei Zhi was not used to it and was a little nervous. After changing four or five people, the situation gradually became less difficult. She began to try to strike up a conversation with Shan Chong. It wasn't that she wanted to start a conversation or anything, it was mainly because of this strange silence...

She's embarrassed too, okay?

"Are you going to class tomorrow?"

"afternoon."

"Then you can teach me in the morning, and I will learn the C-bend this afternoon."

"……Um."

"Don't say 'hmm', say something else, I'm not a cannibal."

"Emie."

As far as she can remember, the man has never called her by her full name—nor has he ever asked her her name seriously. He probably saw it by chance when he was standing behind her while she was getting her sled.

In any case, after Weizhi grew up, people rarely called her that. The elders called her "Xiaozhi" and her peers called her "Jiji". When she was called by her full name, she was usually ready for a quarrel or to be scolded.

Wei Zhi's wrist was still in his hand. She let out a nervous "ah" and raised her head to look into his black eyes, which were as calm as a dead person's. "Whatever you want to say, shut up now."

Then, the world is pure.

Just at this moment, they reached the gentle slope at the end of the snow trail, and it was the time when Weizhi could control the slope herself. The person who had been holding her hand let go of her hand without hesitation and let her practice on her own, starting with the C-bend of the front and rear edges.

Put straight board, front edge brake, and rear edge brake.

Wei Zhi said "Oh" obediently, and tried to recall what Shan Chong had told her before, lift the left foot and step on the right foot - put the board straight - then slowly lift the right foot. When both feet are lifted, the power of both sides is pressed on the back edge, and the snowboard will naturally turn and brake, completing a C-bend on the back edge.

"Don't lift your left foot too early."

"Right foot sling...center of gravity."

"You're hiding your center of gravity. I told you, the further you hide your center of gravity, the more the power of the board will be on the tail, and the faster you will slide forward."

"I'm tired of talking, aren't you tired of listening?"

“Are your ears hairy?”

"What's the left foot doing?"

"Left foot."

"Your left foot is actually forward, otherwise how can it move so actively when it is not actively exerting force?"

"Left foot."

"Left foot."

"I'm going to hit someone."

The sound coming from behind was cold and flat. Weizhi occasionally turned her head and saw the man crossing his arms, pushing the slope on the back edge of the board, following her not far behind with an expressionless face.

What's amazing is that even the big guys can push the slope so fast on the back edge.

"What are you looking at me for?" he asked. "My eyesight."

The little girl withdrew her gaze in despair and continued to practice her C-bend seriously. She was practicing hard in front, muttering to herself, "Lift the left foot and step on the right foot, swing the board, line of sight, center of gravity, well, good job, Weizhi", and suddenly found that the Bibidao behind her disappeared without a trace -

She was stunned.

Before he could turn around, he heard a low and rapid "fuck", followed by two muffled "pop" and "whoosh" sounds. When he turned around, he saw Shan Chong lying on the ground.

Weizhi: “?”

Weizhi: “…”

Unless the man sits down or kneels on his own initiative, this is the first time she sees a large area of ​​his body in contact with the ground.

Maybe she was too shocked at the moment, or maybe the woman's gossiping nature overwhelmed her instinct. In a daze, she hurriedly turned her body from the back edge position facing down the mountain, and put down the straight board.

The right foot gradually moves to the toes, and then the left foot, which was originally on the heel, is placed flat, and the left foot also gradually moves to the toes...

After a perfect arc, she turned around, stuck on the front blade, and looked at Shan Chong who was lying on the ground.

Before she could ask "what happened", the backstab that had been sliding down from behind also arrived. He braked flexibly and stopped steadily beside his master, and asked nervously: "What happened! What happened! What happened!"

Not getting an answer from Shan Chong, Beistab turned around and looked at Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi: "I didn't see it either. He was following me just now. He was cursing at me a second ago, and suddenly he was silent—"

At this time, Shan Chong got up, patted the snow off his body, raised his eyelids and said calmly: "I pushed the slope behind her and watched her."

Backstab: “?”

Shan Chong was silent for a moment, then added: "I lost my focus for a moment, and then my front edge got stuck and I fell."

His tone was very matter-of-fact, and he didn't feel embarrassed. His face was paralyzed, as if falling down the slope was a normal thing. He also didn't see how complicated the expression on Backstab's face was when he heard him falling down the slope...

Shan Chong bent down and rubbed his knees: "I didn't wear protective gear today."

Backstab: “…”

Shan Chong: "How can you fall even if you push down a slope?"

Weizhi: “…”

Shan Chong: "It hurts a little."

For a moment, the boss's apprentice and beloved disciple looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort him. The only thing they were sure of was that neither of them wanted to rub him or anything like that.

Weizhi was fine, she had no idea about wrestling, after all, she was doing fancy wrestling every day.

Backstab is different.

Specifically, when the ski resort closed that afternoon, even skiers as far away as Chongli knew that Shan Chong had fallen in Xinjiang today...

How did you fall?

He fell down the slope.

At night, at the dinner table, the pretty young lady Hua Yan rested her chin on one hand and lazily made a stereotyped summary of the incident: "Oh my god, our master is a ruthless skiing machine. He can fly on the 8-meter platform as steady as an old dog, and he can even fall down when pushing a slope... He is so cute."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The mocked man tapped the edge of his bowl with his chopsticks as a warning and said coldly, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb... Don't talk while eating, don't talk while sleeping, have you heard of that?"

It's useless.

Everyone was still laughing happily.

…

It snowed at night, so Weizhi had no chance to fulfill his promise to treat everyone to dinner. They just ate in the hotel restaurant and everyone went back to their rooms.

The 1P updated at noon has already attracted thousands of comments. Weizhi first clicked it to check the background revenue, and then opened it to read the comments——

As long as they have a solid income in RMB as a foundation, usually the author will smile even when being scolded.

Fan 1: Ahhhh the dog author is stuck here! Change the book, A-Mo is the male lead, loyal dog boss male lead yyds! !

Fan 2: I don’t remember the male protagonist’s last name anymore. Damn, he just took off his mask, is this a woman? ! !

Fan 3: If the author gives him six-pack abs, I'll be gone...

Fan 4: Take it off for me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Fan 5: Give me more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fan 6: This mole on the bridge of the nose, wow, it’s obvious that he is a man with a story.

…

The following is omitted from the rebellious declarations of hundreds of fickle women.

Weizhi propped up his chin with one hand while reading the comments. As he read, he was also thinking about what kind of body he should give Ah Mo... A big penis must be good at sex. As a secret guard, a shadow guard, and a loyal dog, he should have scars on his body left over the years.

Alas.

Where is the most sexy scar?

Her fingertips danced on her chin and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The pressure-sensitive pen tapped the digital tablet unconsciously, leaving a mess on the screen. As she was thinking about it, the phone next to her suddenly vibrated, which scared her!

Wei Zhi threw down his pen, stretched his head to take a look, and saw the caller was "Nanfeng". He put his pen down again... heaved a sigh of relief and answered the phone.

"Hey," the girl sitting in front of the computer said lazily, "What's up?"

"It's okay. I'm on my way to the airport now. I just want to let you know." Jiang Nanfeng's voice sounded very calm. "After you left, they all went crazy. My brother knocked on my door yesterday and asked me if I had considered Han Yiming. You can keep her as my sister-in-law."

"ah?"

"The rest of the people - my father and mother, your father and mother - all came to talk to me. Except for my crazy brother, everyone seemed to have tacitly accepted that you went to Xinjiang to elope with me... So I decided to confirm this rumor and rush to Xinjiang as if I couldn't be separated from you for a moment."

"ah!"

"Let them dance in the South City."

“…”

Ignoring Jiang Nanfeng's sarcastic remarks, Wei Zhi held the phone and looked at the time on the computer. It was less than 5:30 in the afternoon...

There is only one direct flight from Nancheng to Urumqi, which takes off at 7 o'clock and arrives almost at 12 o'clock in the evening.

Now she could empathize with how speechless Shan Chong was when he received the notice that day that she was on the way to the airport.

+1 for the fugitive princess.

"Your flight will arrive at midnight," Wei said, "It's not safe for you to take a taxi. I'll get a car to pick you up. They rented a jeep here."

"You coming?"

"What else?" Wei Zhi asked, "Let Lao Yan go? Are you going to add him back on WeChat like nothing happened after you hugged him passionately at the airport?" She added, "It's not necessary, but if I don't, I don't know how to transfer the gas money."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds.

While the little puppy coach was only good at talking nonsense, Ms. Jiang Nanfeng did not give up. It was obvious that she had long forgotten about the little puppy coach in the midst of the bright lights and extravagance of the South.

But it's different from a scumbag who just opens his mouth.

She still has to have some dignity.

So when she spoke again a few seconds later, her voice sounded a bit stubborn, "Then the WeChat delete friend function is set up for deleting friends. If deleting a person is punishable by death and is such a heinous crime, then how can this function exist legally-"

It was as if she really thought that it would be fine to just meet and add him back, it wouldn't be awkward, and it would be as easy as drinking water and eating.

Weizhi laughed at her: "It's better."

Jiang Nanfeng: "It is."

Wei Zhi: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it then."

Jiang Nanfeng: "If you weren't coming to pick me up later, I would have deleted it for you now, so that you can taste the justice brought by this function."

Weizhi: “Pah!”

After hanging up the phone, Wei Zhi put down the pressure-sensitive stylus she was playing with, entered the WeChat interface, found the Crayon Shin-chan avatar, explained to him that Jiang Nanfeng was coming tonight, and asked him to borrow his car so that she could pick him up at the airport.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the other party replied with a simple and clear "OK", which made her not know what to say...

Just as I was hesitating whether to say "thank you", another two lines of text came over:

【Chong: 1103, come up and get the car keys yourself. 】

【Chong: Remember to bring your turtle butt pad with you when you go down to drive. 】

Weizhi didn't understand what this meant, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

[Girl: What's wrong? Did you bump on the road? It's okay, just a little bit. I don't have hemorrhoids. ]

Not only was she not ashamed to ask, she was also in the mood to put up with the poverty.

After watching the "typing" message on the other side for a few seconds, the owner of the Crayon Shin-chan avatar was obviously not amused by her poor mouth, and her tone was quite serious.

【Chong: No.】

【Chong: The car is high, and if you don’t add a cushion, you might not be able to step on the accelerator. 】

Weizhi: “…”

Your mother's.

[Girl: I have a question. Is it my fault that you fell down today and everyone knows about it? ]

【worship:?】

【Chong: I was looking at you at that time.】

It's not your fault.

【Girl:……】

[Girl: Why don't you change your profile picture? Why not use Crayon Shin-chan? It would be better to change it to Mr. Grandet, who is mean and stingy. ]

Then the person on the other side ignored her and no one knew what he was doing.

Weizhi made a face at her phone and put it down. As a responsible wife, she did not forget her mission and picked up the pressure-sensitive pen to update the page seriously.

This liver takes a long time.

After blurring out a few blocks of color from the line drawings, she looked up and was surprised to find that three hours had passed without her noticing. It was now almost 8:30 in the evening.

The little girl rubbed her sore neck and stretched her back. At this moment, she paused and suddenly remembered something. She said "Oops" and quickly took the phone and took a look.

WeChat is as quiet as a chicken.

The man was as indifferent as ever, not at all curious as to why the person who had just said he was coming to get the car keys hadn't shown up for more than three hours.

…

The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier. The road is difficult to drive on because of the thick snow. We have to drive slowly. It will be a bit late if we don't set off now.

Weizhi put on a camel-colored turtleneck sweater and a woolen long skirt of the same gray color, jumped into her warm and furry pink snow boots, casually brushed her hair in front of the mirror, put the room card in her pocket, and hurried out.

Get in the elevator and go upstairs.

I found room 1103 according to the room number. In the dim corridor, the door of the room was open. There was a crack, and the sound of the TV came from inside...

Wei Zhi hesitated for a moment and did not push the door open directly. Instead, he stood outside and knocked on the door politely.

No one cares.

She then reached out and pushed the door open.

As the orange light poured out from the house, the gap in the door opened wider and wider. The little girl who was standing outside the door and had just stepped into the room sneezed because of the wormwood smell coming from the room.

Wrinkling her nose, she opened the door as wide as she could.

There was no one in the room, and the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.

Wei Zhi stood outside the bathroom door and waited for a while. "Brother Chong," she called out like a cat, "Are you in there?"

The people inside probably didn't hear it.

The TV was on, showing a video of a snowboarding competition at the Winter Olympics. The commentator's voice came from the TV:

[Standing on the preparation platform is our country's player Shan Chong.

I am 22 years old this year. I was born in Liaoning Province. I officially joined the national team at the age of 19, which is not young for snowboarding...

But compared to today when he finally stood on the Winter Olympics stage, he had already become famous in the domestic snow sports industry at a young age. Today, he stands here carrying the hopes of many people. 】

Hearing the familiar name, Weizhi's attention was drawn, and he turned his head to look at the TV screen as if by reflex.

[As far as I know, this is the only athlete who has entered the men's snowboarding preliminaries... After all, snowboarding started relatively late in China and is not a traditional strong point.

Okay, he started, starting with a straight foot, a straight foot inward turn of 1620 degrees, and then, oh, then a Methodgrab - landing! Stand still! Very stable! Now we can hear the applause from the audience, because this is a signature snowboard bottom move that is loved by everyone! 】

Weizhi: “…”

This video clip looked very familiar to her. This was the video clip that this person had played in the car to coax her into playing it when she was so confused by Dan Chong's white moonlight and cinnabar mole.

Let’s not talk about how narcissistic it is for him to watch his own game video in the cat house. Weizhi just realized today that the video she saw seemed to be a censored version——

She didn't think there was anything wrong before.

She just realized today that the match videos she had saved on her phone, no matter what match it was, basically did not have the commentator's brief introduction of Shan Chong's name and age.

Now think about it, this is basically impossible.

Any professional commentator of any competition will definitely introduce their country's athletes when they see them on stage...not to mention that this commentator also casually introduced players from other countries afterwards.

In the video she downloaded, the part where the commentator mentioned Shan Chong's name was cut out.

Otherwise, she should have been able to match the coach and the glasses cloth boss based on their names.

……………………Why?

Standing in the middle of the room, the little girl, who was immersed in the smell of moxibustion, had a bewildered expression. While she was at a loss, her eyes scanned everything in the room -

There were two beds in the room, one of which was as messy as a doghouse. The quilt was opened, and on it was thrown the snow suit that Beisai wore in the morning. The quick-drying clothes were wrinkled, and the protective gear was thrown casually, and the snowshoes were tilted all over the place.

The other bed was kept so tidy that it looked like someone with obsessive compulsive disorder. There was a white short-sleeved T-shirt on the bed, and a medicine box outside. The medicine box was open, and inside were bandages and Yunnan Baiyao. There were several moxa sticks in the trash can beside the bed...

You don't need to ask to know who the latter belongs to.

——This person is quite health-conscious. He fell down in the morning and had moxibustion treatment when he came back in the evening.

Weizhi was wondering in her heart when the sound of water in the bathroom behind her stopped.

The TV was on loudly, and she was still thinking about the video of the castration and moxibustion, so she didn't pay attention...

It was only when the bathroom door opened that she heard the sound and turned back subconsciously.

Milky white steam rises up.

In the steam, a man with his upper body naked walked out slowly in slippers. He looked at the wide open door and was stunned.

After taking off his loose snow suit, the man has a slender figure, a protruding Adam's apple, wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and the muscles of his arms that can easily carry Wei Zhi around like a chicken are tight and bulging...

Look down.

He was only casually wearing a pair of jeans on his lower body, with the belt unfastened and the zipper unzipped, leaving the jeans casually open, revealing the black fabric underneath.

He stood by the door, holding a white towel on his head, his hair still dripping with water.

The steam dispersed a little, and at the same time, the man turned his head slightly away from the door, revealing a hideous scar on his back, from the hip line to the waist and along half of the spine, to the eyes of another person in the room.

It was like a perfect painting being chopped up roughly and violently by a brutal criminal with a knife.

It is still a work of art, and even more visually impactful because of its damage.

When a drop of water dripped along the centipede-like scar, it silently slid down and disappeared into the shadow cast by the man's slightly sunken back line and the waist of his jeans...

Wei Zhi's breath was choked.

The heart is at a standstill.

She reached out and grasped the handle of the chair next to her.

The slight noise was somehow heard by the man over the sound of the TV. He paused in his hair-brushing motion, turned around completely, and unexpectedly made eye contact with the little girl standing beside his bed.

Shan Chong's gaze remained on Wei Zhi's face for a few seconds.

As he raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly narrowed his eyes, Weizhi felt vines growing from the ground and entangled her feet.

In the suffocating silence, the man suddenly remembered something strange. He turned around and glanced at the bathroom behind him, and then...

For some unknown reason, he reached out and wiped the steam that had been blown out of the bathroom and onto the mirror outside.

Weizhi: “…”

If Wei Zhi didn't know what he was thinking about at the beginning, then at this moment, seeing the long dragging mark of his palm on the steam -

She understood.

Wei Zhi: "I just came to get the car keys."

Shan Chong raised his eyes, glanced at her, and nodded: "Oh."

As Weizhi's expression became increasingly stiff, the man threw away the towel, raised his hand, fastened the belt of his jeans, and zipped them up completely.

Weizhi: “…”

What's wrong? You're pulling so hard. Will it lose a centimeter if you just look at it?

Weizhi: “…”

despair.

This "Gym Diary" joke is not going away.

Damn.