It is undeniable that when Shan Chong heard Backstab say "She said she doesn't like Master", he had three seconds of free time -
The first thing that made me confused was what did this have to do with him?
The next moment, he opened the door of the ski resort's infirmary and saw a little girl squatting on the wooden steps outside, making a phone call in the snow. Her nose was red from the cold, and she said to the person on the other end of the phone in a hoarse voice that sounded like she was crying, "Then I feel like the palms and backs of my hands are made of flesh..."
But it was only a moment of confusion.
At this point, the man already felt that he was thinking too much.
His face was calm without a trace of emotion, and he quickly stopped this unreasonable association.
"You work so hard, but she even uses me to criticize you. Doesn't she have the good intention to tell you her criteria for choosing a partner?"
He just made a casual remark.
"No, she just told me that her mother likes doctors and asked me if I want to take the exam." Backstab said, "It's weird, doctors are so popular? National athletes are not okay?"
Hearing the word "doctor", the person sitting on the bed seemed to remember something...
Her eyelashes lifted, but before they fully rose, they fell again, casting a shadow that obscured the emotions in her eyes. She paused and said, "Your requirements are so detailed, I'm afraid you already have the right person."
Hearing this, Backstab turned around sensitively and asked, "Who?"
Shan Chong: "? You ask me?"
“…”
Too.
The backstab pulled the head back again.
"It's fine if she doesn't like me, but how can she ask me to leave? Damn, it hurts my self-esteem. I look okay, right? I'm pretty good too. I'm not as famous and popular as you in the snow circle, but I'm more than enough to compare with Lao Yan..." The man in the storm suit leaned in front of the mirror, looking at his face from left to right while talking, and then said "Oh" and added, "I forgot, she doesn't like you either."
Shan Chong: “…”
I don’t like those who are good-looking, or those who are good at skiing, or those who are famous in the ski circle…
If she doesn't like the high-quality men around her, then what does she like?
You don't like Jiang Nanfeng, do you?
He was amused by his own humor and chuckled twice at the mirror. When he turned around to discuss the preferences of his junior sister with his master, the latter had already withdrawn his gaze and was seriously twisting his plastic wrap.
He pulled the plastic wrap and bit a hole with his canine teeth, then tore open the plastic wrap and tied it up again. The sharp white teeth made Backstab stunned for three seconds, and then he closed his mouth.
Shan Chong's long legs fell from the bed, swayed, and then stood up: "Take a shower."
He took two steps towards the bathroom, stopped, turned around and looked at the backstab still frozen in place with his dark eyes, pursed his lips and said: "Come and help."
It was difficult to take off clothes with one hand, so he stood outside the bathroom and helped me take off his T-shirt. The quick-drying clothes underneath were tight and it was a bit difficult to do. After they took them off, both of them were sweating.
Backstab threw his quick-drying clothes into the laundry basket, and in front of him was the man's muscular back——
People say skiing is a lower body sport, but to really ski well, whether it is flat or park, you have to use the core and the overall strength of the upper body. So these people, not only ski during the snow season, but also go to the gym in the summer...
The man's back muscles were evenly distributed, and the whole body was slender without being overly bulging. Going all the way down along the spine, the only flaw was a hideous scar on the coccyx.
But this scar also has a strong masculine aura.
Thinking of this, Backstab sighed: "Brother Chong, you haven't been to the gym since the snow season started, right? You didn't lose any muscle at all?"
Shan Chong stretched out his hand and just lifted the edge of his underwear, but he let go of his hand after hearing what he said, and turned his head to look at him expressionlessly. Just when he was about to ask if he was sick, he heard him add: "Let's not talk about your attractive face and your hardcore skiing skills... Junior sister only said she doesn't like you because she hasn't seen your muscles. If she had seen them, I think she might have fallen headfirst into it."
Shan Chong: “…”
Seen it.
But it didn't happen.
Backstab: "All doctors have to stand aside--"
Is this topic going to end?
Shan Chong is a little annoyed.
He frowned, took off his underwear and threw it at Backstab's face: "Have you said enough? Get out of here."
After a disagreement, his face was covered with underwear, and the masculine aura that did not belong to him was all over the place. He let out an angry "ugh" and threw the underwear into the laundry basket. He put his hands on his waist and said unconvincedly: "Didn't you just say a few words that my junior sister doesn't like you! It's not possible that all women in the world like you. What's wrong with missing one or two! Why are you so angry!"
He was answered by the earth-shaking sound of a door slamming shut, which almost slammed into his face with great emotion.
…
Twenty minutes later.
When Shan Chong came out of the shower, he saw Bei Ci lying on the bed, holding an iPad and reading comics. The burly man didn't feel embarrassed at all when he saw the comic software with a pink interface.
He used a towel to wipe the water dripping from his messy hair. The man stood behind him and watched for a while. He understood that the current plot of this comic was probably about a guard who got up early in the morning and ran to the bamboo forest to practice swordsmanship.
In the comic, the guard stood up, flipped over, and thrust out the sword in his hand. There was a close-up of the tip of the sword, and that was it.
The backstab lying on the bed hissed, turned around and pointed at the close-up of the sword tip: "Brother Chong, do you think it would be better if it was a close-up of a hand holding a sword?"
Shan Chong said expressionlessly: "You just read whatever others draw. Why do you have to be picky about the storyboards of this kind of comics?"
Backstab: "I went downstairs today and saw a close-up of a hand holding a sword drawn by my junior sister... I think it would be especially suitable to be placed here, instead of the current monotonous close-up of the sword tip."
"Then you can introduce Wei Zhi to this artist as his assistant, specializing in storyboard drawing," Shan Chong said irresponsibly, "Chinese New Year is coming soon, giving a child who can't make money a chance to make money can also be considered a good deed."
Backstab, pout, and turn the page in the comic book.
On a new page, the artist gave a close-up of the guard's back. His back was covered with old and new scars, but the scar on his spine was particularly conspicuous and was made into a tattoo...
Shan Chong noticed that the scar was in exactly the same position as the scar on his back left after surgery.
At this time, Backstab stretched his legs and turned the page of the comic with a stroke of his hand. This time the close-up moved from the guard's back to his crotch. The guard who had just finished practicing swordplay didn't know what kind of magical pants he was wearing. With a flick of his hand, the belt loosened, revealing the black underwear underneath.
And because of the sweat, the outline of a certain place was clearly printed, and the size was considerable.
Shan Chong: “…”
Shan Chong's eyes were irritated: "It's okay to read comics on pink software, but can you read something normal? What kind of nonsense do you read every day?"
I remembered the last time I went to Weizhi's place to find a cable car video for her, and the page I accidentally clicked on was obviously this software website, something like "Gym Diary"...
That's it?
What's there to see?
It was as if the word "Dad" in the hospital tonight had touched his heart. Shan Chong really felt like a worried father at this moment. He threw away the towel, bent down, grabbed his phone, and sent a message to the little girl on the spot: "Read less messy comics." He typed, sent, and threw away the phone.
All in one go.
Being backstabbed and scolded feels very unfair.
Today, the otaku's wife updated a 3P, and it was in black and white. After waiting for three days for the update, he saw something that he also had. As a male reader, he was also very angry. He turned around and looked his master up and down, and wanted to share his anger with him——
So he pointed to the sizable guard in the comic and said, "It's not that messy. This guard has a mole on his nose just like you. It's from the comic I mentioned before, remember?"
He randomly picked a guard who had been updated earlier, opened the large picture, and held the iPad in front of Shan Chong.
The latter took a glance.
"..." After a moment of silence, I felt that it was indeed a bit like that, "What do you want to say?"
Backstab: "Today I confessed my love to my junior sister and was rejected. I came back to fantasize about finding the happiness and comfort of a fat otaku in the second dimension. But I didn't expect that I spent the money of a mung bean popsicle to see the size of an organ that I also have on a person who looks a lot like you..."
Shan Chong: “…”
Backstab: "I'm so sad. I want to see this thing. Why don't I just look at yours? I think you are bigger than him."
Shan Chong raised his hand and reflexively fastened the belt of his sports pants with one hand: "Can you shut up?"
"No," Backstab said in frustration, "The comments below are all those women going 'Aaaaaaah', Damn, 'Aaaaaah' what the hell! All my negative comments have been drowned out! So pissed! When will men stand up—"
Shan Chong: "Shut up."
Backstab: "Wuwuwu, I'm in a bad mood."
Shan Chong: “…”
Shan Chong: "Do I look like I'm in a good mood?"
Shan Chong: "Shut up, Lei."
Backstab was confused: "Why are you in a bad mood?"
Shan Chong raised his hand, which had eight stitches on it, expressionlessly. The expression on his face was obvious: Was he going to enter the hospital in celebration with gongs and drums?
Backstab: "Oh."
Almost got the wrong idea.
I thought you were in a bad mood and my junior sister didn't like you, hehe.
…
It was almost 1:30 in the morning when Wei Zhi yawned and climbed into bed.
She leaned against the pillow and looked at the messages from night owl readers. Some scolded her for being lazy and not even using color to fool people with the black and white manuscript, while most of them were saying "Ahhh" and praising the size of the male supporting role.
I was enjoying the show at first, but then I became more and more sleepy, and finally I nodded my head and nearly hit my face with the phone.
The screen lit up, and a new message came in on WeChat. Wei Zhi clicked on it and took a look.
This is a comic screenshot sent by Backstab, with the caption: I think this is a good match for the picture you just drew of a hand-held sword.
Wei Zhi took a look at the screenshot, and her scalp exploded when she saw the familiar pink interface. She woke up instantly. It was because what Backstab sent her was today's update of her "Eighteen Postures of Cultivation in Another World".
As for the so-called suggestion of holding a sword, there was one originally. To prevent being exposed, she deleted the P before uploading it and re-wrote a sword tip—
……………………………………Luckily I deleted it.
Weizhi was really sighing, and he slid his finger down and found that the Crayon Shin-chan avatar, which had never been lit up for a long time, had also lit up. The message was sent about ten minutes ago, and it just said something inexplicable: "Read less messy comics."
Weizhi: “…”
She had no idea why, but Weizhi copied her master's teachings devoutly and pasted them exactly as they were to her senior brother next door.
Wei Zhi raised his foot and kicked Jiang Nanfeng who was in the bed next to him: "Something happened. Backstab is chasing my serialization. What should I do?"
Jiang Nanfeng was so sleepy that he turned over and lifted the quilt to cover his head. "Don't panic. When Shan Chong finds out that Ah Mo is his, I will accompany you to burn a stick of incense to the Buddha and pray that a comet big enough will hit the earth immediately."
At first, Wei Zhi was still thinking, "I'm just a HS, why am I so nervous?"
Then I accidentally remembered the content of tonight’s update……
She started to panic.
…
The next morning.
A confrontation was taking place in the ski equipment hall.
Shan Chong held his board in his left hand and stood there expressionlessly: "Don't mention that one hand is lame, even if one leg is lame, I can still watch over you from behind."
Wei Zhi said nothing, just stared at him silently.
Jiang Nanfeng nudged Wei Zhi with his elbow, feeling somewhat surprised: "I heard the exact same words yesterday."
Her legs and hands were still hurting, but she wasn't slipping today. She came to the cafe to have a cup of coffee and breakfast, so she could stand and talk without any back pain.
"You can go back now. Didn't you tell me before that after I learn how to change blades by grinding snow, the next step is to familiarize myself with the process. It doesn't matter if you are with me or not," Wei Zhi said to Shan Chong. "Today I will practice on the intermediate level, not the advanced level."
Shan Chong laughed without any smile: "Are you trying to stop me with my words?"
Wei Zhi was frightened by his smile, and resisted the urge to run away, forcing herself to remain calm: "No one put a knife to your neck to force you to say that."
Shan Chong: "Master, are you giving up just because you have one less hand?"
Wei Zhi's eyes fell on the shop sign behind Shan Chong, staring at a spot with spots on it. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, for fear that she would falter. "Please speak properly and don't act like a spoiled child."
Shan Chong was silent for three seconds, pursed his thin lips behind his face, then emotionally put the board in his hand into the hand of Backstab, who had served as a background the entire time, and turned and left.
When he was far enough away, she finally retracted her gaze and looked at the man's receding back. She was silent for a moment and couldn't help asking the senior brother: "What's wrong with him today?"
Backstab said casually, "I don't know. Maybe he suddenly heard the rumor last night that the little disciple didn't have a crush on him, and was publicly rejected this morning, which directly confirmed that the little disciple really didn't have a crush on him, so he was angry out of shame, right?"
Weizhi: “…”
Weizhi: “?”
She stared blankly at Backstab, who was holding two boards and shrugged at her innocently.
Wei Zhi: “Where did the rumor come from?”
Backstab: "Me."
Weizhi: “…”
…
I practiced alone today.
Weizhi stood on the magic carpet conveyor belt holding a board, looking completely detached, as if his soul was not at home.
Holding the phone in my hand, I stared at the Crayon Shin-chan avatar on the WeChat interface and thought for a long time, wanting to say something. But at this moment, it seemed that saying anything other than "He's talking nonsense, I like you" would be a bit redundant.
But she didn't dare to say this, the only unnecessary thing.
Her hands were frozen and she didn't send out a single punctuation mark. Seeing that the magic carpet conveyor belt was about to reach the end, she sighed and silently put the phone back into her pocket, feeling a little lost.
When she reached the starting point of the intermediate trail, she trotted down the magic carpet holding the board.
Early in the morning, the masters all went to the advanced level to warm up, and there were not many newbies willing to get up early and work hard, so there was no one on the intermediate level...
There is no need to worry about being hit by others or hitting others, which is very suitable for Weizhi to practice her blade changing without worry.
He threw away his board and lowered his head to put it on. At this moment, a man wearing a purple sweatshirt came up to Weizhi and became the only two intermediate players.
The two of them were two meters apart, and they looked at each other in a friendly manner for three seconds. Purple Sweatshirt put on the board much faster than she did, and he went down after putting it on. Weizhi watched him slide down a few meters, and then he started to practice spinning in circles——
Oh, I'm here to practice Hiraka at the intermediate level.
What is this move called? I seem to have heard Lao Yan mention it, Drivespin?
It is a basic flower move, jumping up on the snow, spinning 360 degrees in the air, and landing.
Weizhi saw that the man staggered and turned less than 270 degrees, then landed on the ground with his heel blade, falling headfirst, stirring up a cloud of snow and dust.
Weizhi: “…”
She felt relieved knowing that everyone was a wimp.
After putting on their boards, she and the man in the purple sweatshirt became the ones who dominated the intermediate ski slope today. On the long snow slope, Weizhi slid slowly and leisurely, as if what she was stepping on was not an extreme sports snowboard but an old man's car...
She is able to switch from heel edge to toe edge and the chance of falling is very small.
But it is very difficult to change from the front edge to the back edge. Yesterday, Shan Chong said that her sight was always lagging behind. Today, she paid special attention to her sight. However, because she could not see behind her, she panicked easily. Often, her upper body would turn in advance after her sight passed by, and her lower body would follow suit.
This method can be used to change the blade, but it makes a mess of snow sweeping, and if the angle is not right, it is easy to get the back edge stuck and fall, which feels like changing the blade at random.
Wei Zhi was changed twice in this way.
It was almost noon.
There were only one or two people on the intermediate ski slopes.
Weizhi switched from the front edge to the back edge with a click. When her sight passed but her feet did not follow, her heart sank. Sure enough, the next second, the snowboard flew up from under her feet. She got stuck on the back edge and fell to the ground, sliding down a meter in the snow dust.
Stop.
This time, she fell because she was changing blades and she didn't twist the part when she was changing from front to back and putting the straight board down. She fell vertically on the side of her buttocks. The little turtle couldn't protect herself. She sat on the snow track, holding her waist and grimacing for a long time without standing up. At this time, she missed her master a little.
When Shan Chong was around, at least she wouldn't have fallen so badly.
Thinking of Shan Chong, she wanted to sigh again and cursed her senior brother a hundred times in her heart.
At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of snowboards cutting through the snow behind her. She held her waist and looked back reflexively. She saw a man in a purple sweater sliding down not far away, jumping off three or five meters behind her, spinning, and flying far away -
Then with a loud "bang", he fell flat on his face beside her.
Weizhi: “…”
It hurts just looking at it.
Weizhi looked at the man silently, ready to wait for a minute and call the ski resort for rescue if he couldn't get up... After waiting for about ten seconds, the man in the purple sweatshirt raised his face from the snow.
Wei Zhi couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"
On the ski slope this morning, she ranked second in the number of falls.
The man in the purple sweater got up and took off his goggles, revealing his single eyelids, which were very Korean. He blinked and said, "Did you fall again?"
This word "again" laid the foundation for the revolutionary friendship between Weizhi and the purple sweater.
The man in the purple sweater got up, moved his butt to her side, and knelt down holding her board. "I saw from behind that you have a serious shoulder-opening snow sweeping problem. I tell you, the main problem is that when you change from toe edge to heel edge, your eyes are too fast and too much, and you are anxious to look down the mountain behind you... The big turn should be in the three stages of toe edge, straight board, and heel edge. The eyes always turn before the upper body, before the legs, and you didn't put down the straight board in that stage, so it's easy to twist your shoulders when sweeping snow."
Weizhi looked at him, and the man in the purple sweatshirt continued, "Your line of sight should be in line with the direction of your board. Follow the direction of the board. If you are not sure you can't see the board, just raise one hand, keep your hand parallel to the board, and look in the direction of your fingertips."
Hearing him talk about the vision problem, Weizhi seemed to have an epiphany - she said that when she was practicing yesterday, Shan Chong didn't tell her to open her shoulders, but why did she feel strangely twisted when she paid attention to her vision today!
I tried raising my hand and took a look, and it seemed to work.
"Thank you," she said sincerely, and turned her raised hand to reach out to her new friend. "Emie."
"Lu Xin."
The two shook hands through their gloves.
Then they stood up together and rolled and crawled down the mountain together.
Then we picked up the board together, and held the magic carpet on the board together. We chatted for a while on the magic carpet. We didn’t talk about anything great, just exchanged our wrestling experiences.
"The little turtle is useful in the push-up phase, but once you learn how to change edges, it's best to switch to a professional inner wear, because it's very easy to get stuck when changing edges, and the little turtle won't be able to protect you if you fall sideways."
Weizhi touched her hips, where the little turtle strap was, and there was indeed no protection at all. Her hips almost grew an extra size this morning.
"You practiced by yourself?" Lu Xin asked, "without hiring someone?"
"...He didn't come today." Wei Zhi said, "Do you want to teach me?"
"Do I look like someone who can teach you?" Lu Xin covered his face with his chin, now smiling with a big mouthful of white teeth, "I can only ski, don't ask someone on the slopes if they can give you some advice, at your current stage anyone can give you some advice, you'll be easily fooled."
He looks about the same age as Weizhi, and is fair and clean. He is not as outstanding as Shan Chong and Lao Yan, who make people suspect that all the good-looking people in the world are skiing, but he has an appearance that makes people feel approachable.
Just like when you open the door every morning, you see a real neighbor of the same age next door holding a garbage bag and saying "good morning" to you.
"Oh, last time I was on a snow slope, someone gave me instructions and took me to the park... That day, I was pushed out of the ski resort in a wheelchair by my teacher, and he was so angry that he almost hit me on the head."
"Really? Hahahahahaha!"
The two had a great chat.
At lunch time at noon, I threw my board into the ski equipment hall and didn’t forget to add WeChat for friendship.
…
Wei Zhi was holding up her mobile phone, using WeChat to discuss with Lu Xin "will you scan me or I will scan you", and she didn't notice that not far away, her master who had disappeared all morning was walking in with a group of people including Bei Ci and Lao Yan.
Came for lunch.
The backstab who was walking in front of the team saw her at a glance, as well as the girl in the purple sweater standing next to her. At this moment, the little girl was standing on tiptoe, using her mobile phone to scan the QR code of the business card shown by the other party.
From a distance, he exclaimed, smiled, and said to the people around him in a doting tone: "Look what I found. Our Jiji has also made new friends on the ski resort!"
His words attracted the attention of the man who was originally looking at the new helmets in the store next to him with an expressionless face.
He looked in the direction that the backstab was looking at, and immediately saw the bright smile on the little girl's face. She smiled and waved goodbye to a man in a purple sweater. Her light-colored lips moved, and no one knew what she said...
Look down.
Shan Chong's eyes fell on the helmet held by the man in the purple sweater. Looking at the sticker on it that clearly belonged to a ski club, he pondered for three seconds and reminded coldly, "Someone from Wantong Hall."
The smile disappeared instantly. Backstab: "..."
Shan Chong asked everyone's question in a slightly annoyed tone: "Are they recruiting more students this year? Are there a lot of people? Why are they so haunted?"
If he can't keep an eye on him, he will attack his apprentice like a wolf smelling blood.
Is it poisonous?