Shan Chong sat on the steps and patiently finished his cigarette. During this time, he was still on the phone. He could vaguely hear the familiar sound of a woman crying and the sound of her throwing things...
Then the middle-aged man said "Oh" and began to persuade, and soon, the little girl's voice was heard.
It should be Shan Shan who was making up stories. I couldn't hear what he said clearly, but the two sentences "Brother said he knew he was wrong" and "He said he would never touch the eight-meter platform again" were particularly clear.
I must have said it on purpose for him to hear.
Biting the butt of his cigarette, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted coldly and helplessly, and opened the big jump clip posted by his short video software with his slightly frozen hands...
120,000 likes and 35,000 comments.
As he slid down, he received all kinds of praise and doubts, but his eyes swept past them one by one calmly, his gaze only lingering for a few seconds on the comment "It's a pity that he doesn't participate in next year's Winter Olympics when he jumps so well. To a snowshoe fan, the competition at home is as important as the 2008 Beijing Summer Olympics."
I moved my hand, exited this video, clicked on my personal works, and my hand hovered over the "delete" button for a long time. In the end, I hesitated and did not press it.
I exited the software and was about to hang up the phone when Shan Shan called out again, "Why aren't you talking? Are you crying too? Oh my God, please stop, Mommy, please stop——"
"Stop talking nonsense." The man's voice was a little hoarse. "If you have nothing else, I'm hanging up now."
"Did you just hear me admit your mistake?" Shan Shan asked, "I hope I'm not talking nonsense, or I won't be able to cover it up next time."
"You teach me?"
"Don't scare me. I wasn't the one who made Mom cry tonight."
Shan Chong stretched out his legs, resting them on the side of the stairs, and his tone became a little less repressed: "You are so amazing, I won't give you this month's pay the day after tomorrow, I'll transfer it to my dad's card."
"Why did you suddenly change the subject?" Shan Shan said, "Winter is coming, doesn't my lovely sister deserve a warm cashmere coat? That Maxmara one looks really warm--"
Shan Chong directly opened Taobao and searched for the name according to the pronunciation. It was a well-known brand. The complete spelling of the word would pop up as soon as he entered the front part.
I clicked on it and took a look at the price. Five figures for a piece of clothing?
"If you dare to buy it, I'll break your hands." The man left Taobao expressionlessly. "All four limbs should be prosthetics, so the style is unified."
"Don't be so generous. Why don't you save the millions to buy a house and get married? Why do you want to replace all of your sister's limbs with luxury goods worth hundreds of thousands of dollars each... At least as far as the arms are concerned, I think the original ones are also good enough."
The person on the other end of the phone muttered, and suddenly paused, "Hey, actually the wheelchair costs thousands of dollars and it's quite comfortable for me to sit in, don't--"
She thought about the adjective.
"Don't work too hard."
Shan Chong said "Oh", "Shan Shan, how old are you this year?"
Shan Shan: "Nineteen? If you just turned nineteen, then I should say twenty—No, wait! You don't even remember how old I am?!"
Shan Chong: "Sure enough, you have grown up and can speak a few decent words now."
Shan Shan: “…”
Shan Chong: "Sometimes I even suspect that Dai Duo is your brother."
Shan Shan: “…”
The man felt relieved after he finished smoking. He also finished his cigarette, so he put it out on the snow beside him. He said in a low voice, "Say hello to my parents, bye bye." Then someone called him again.
"Mom asked you to smoke less," Shan Shan said cautiously, "I think so too."
"oh."
"Don't say 'oh'. I saw your hand was injured in the video a few days ago. How could you jump around so fast if your hand was injured? You must have been drinking..."
"Smoke less, don't drink, and wait for the injury to heal."
Shan Chong repeated himself and was about to say something when the door of the restaurant behind him was pushed open a little from the inside. A young girl, who was only a few years older than Shan Shan, peeked through the door and poked her head out from behind the crack. She looked left and right, and finally her eyes met with the man sitting on the steps who was talking on the phone.
"...You don't need to worry about it. There are people watching here. It's very strict."
He finished his words lazily.
After three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, the woman asked, "What do you mean you're in love?" and then screamed to report to the parents outside the phone, "Mom and brother are in love," the man said speechlessly, "No, don't talk nonsense, I'm hanging up," and then hung up the phone.
At the same time, the person who had come out of the hotel, still carrying the warmth on his body, had run behind him and stood firm.
If her legs were two seconds longer, she would be able to hear Shan Shan's scream...
Fortunately, my legs are short.
At this moment, Weizhi leaned over the railing and looked at the man. Her eyes moved around his face several times, and finally stopped at his hand holding the phone... She wanted to ask him if he was cold without gloves, but he didn't look like he was going to be frozen to death, so the words on the tip of her tongue turned into: "Who are you talking to on the phone?"
"What are you doing out here?" The man put away his phone and stood up. "You're quite nosy."
"Come out and see what you've been doing for so long. Don't tell me you've been secretly scolded by those psychopaths and are crying," Wei Zhi answered casually. "I'm just asking casually. I've never seen you spend so much time on the phone."
“…”
“…”
He looked at her.
In the moonlight, her dark eyes were bright, and she looked at him a little nervously and a little afraid, as if she was afraid that he would give her an answer she didn't want to hear.
The man paused for a moment, then pursed his lips under her blank gaze: "My sister."
All clear.
Weizhi heaved a sigh of relief, and was too lazy to hide the light in his eyes that suddenly came back to life. When he turned and walked onto the stairs, she followed him like a little tail: "Your sister? You have a sister? Your biological sister? How old is she?"
"My dear, he's about the same age as you."
"About my age?"
"Um."
"twenty?"
"nineteen."
She jumped onto the stairs, pulled the heavy door of the hotel open with both hands, and let him go in first with his injured hands. She held half of her body against the door, "Oh my, I'm almost 23 years old, and I'm not nearly as good as her—"
"Don't worry, in my eyes you are the same age." The man said, "In my eyes, you are the same little devil as her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl leaning against the door became erect and raised her head to look at him, apparently unable to accept this sudden "sister card".
The two stood at the door of the hotel and stared at each other for a long time, until her eyes went dark, and the shadow cast by the man's raised arm covered her palm-sized face... The pressure behind her became less, and the man standing in front of her easily held up the door that she had pressed hard to squeeze out a crack, and widened the crack——
"I lied to you."
He said expressionlessly, "Go in."
…
Some people still drank too much at the dinner party in the evening, and Shan Chong had to be responsible for sending these drunken bosses back to their rooms.
When he dragged Lao Yan into the elevator, only Wei Zhi and Bei Stab were left in the car. The little girl poked the co-driver in front of her, approached and asked like a thief: "Did you know that Chong Ge has a sister?"
Beisai didn't drink, he was just a little sleepy. He was asked questions while he was drowsy. He said "ah" and then said half a beat later: "Yes...he told you?"
Wei Zhi shook his head and nodded.
"His sister's name is Shan Shan, which means kind. Isn't this a cute name? Shan Shan used to be a figure skater. Do you know figure skating? You should know that it is at least more popular than skiing. If you compare them, it's just a ski scam." Beistab said, "I met her once when I was 19 years old. The genes of this family of mine are all shaped in the direction of closing down plastic surgery hospitals... She is really beautiful, what a pity."
In the darkness, Wei Zhi clung to the co-pilot's seat: "What's wrong? What a pity?"
Backstab turned around and looked at her: "You don't know?"
Weizhi: “Ah?”
Backstab: "How do you think that Chongshen charges 6,000 yuan for a class and has endless classes every day and is still so poor..."
Wei Zhi: "Isn't it digging?"
"…I did dig some money." Backstab said, "but it was mainly to raise money for Shan Shan's prosthetic limbs. You don't know, Shan Shan was really good in the past, he skated very well and beautifully. By the way, I found that figure skaters seem to be very beautiful. Later, when he was in the second grade of junior high school, he had a serious accident during training. He was originally just paralyzed, but then I don't know what happened. The wound became infected and had to be amputated. Both legs are gone. He has been relying on a wheelchair all these years."
Fortunately, it was dark. Weizhi's hands clinging to the back of the seat stiffened for a moment.
She just had this subconscious reaction.
But she thought it was rude.
So she quickly adjusted her surprise, and after calming down, she fell into endless contemplation.
...Imagine what you were doing when you were fourteen, arguing with your parents every day for not learning piano, thinking about rushing to the cafeteria after class to get the first spoonful of rice while the aunt was in a good mood, planning how to convince your family to approve her and Jiang Nanfeng to travel during the summer vacation, and maybe secretly following the trend and having a crush on the small forward of the school basketball team, and wanting to have a relationship but failing.
But Shan Chong's sister experienced these terrible things.
After two drinks that night, she wasn't drunk, but she was in the right mood. The girl poked the back of the seat with her fingertips and asked, "And then?"
"And then what? Do you know how expensive prosthetic limbs are? The ones from abroad that are a little better and more realistic and flexible seem to cost over 600,000 per leg—"
Backstab paused, "Think about it, in Northeast China, except for the provincial capitals, how much is the house price? If an ordinary working class person spends more than one million yuan, how many years will it take to save up without eating or drinking?"
"With so many sponsors, you don't even pay me?"
"Sponsorship doesn't involve money," said Backstab. "We just give you products. At most, you don't have to spend money on your ski equipment."
“…”
Weizhi thought of the man in Chongli, who had one hand on the dirty car door that had not been washed all winter, and who had spent a long time discussing with the gas station staff about the price increase of 92-grade gasoline, and then paid a hundred yuan less for the gas.
Later, at the "engagement party" in South City, her parents and elders talked about the villa worth more than 10 million yuan and the entry-level Porsche supercar worth 1.6 or 1.7 million yuan, but they used a tone that was more casual than a hundred yuan for gas.
Her stomach churned at this -
It's not that I want to commit moral kidnapping, but I sincerely think that "this world is unfair."
This bothered her a little.
"Hey, isn't that why Chongshen doesn't fly on the big platform? You saw it today. He can still fly and fly so well. Why? Hasn't he been practicing secretly? Damn, does he really think he is a genius? He can do a 2160° internal rotation right after he gets on it?"
Backstab said slowly, as if telling a story that had happened a long time ago, with a sigh, "Even if he wanted to go back, he didn't dare to let his family know... There was already someone bad at home, and as parents, how strong must their hearts be to allow him to take risks again after Prince Yan snatched the second child back?"
In fact, Wei Zhi already knew the answer without any backstabbing.
The family was originally neat and tidy, with a handsome son and a beautiful daughter. Both of them were involved in ice and snow sports and were natural geniuses... One was a figure skater and the other a snowboarder. Unexpectedly, the younger sister got into an accident first and the result was irreversible. Isn't this a huge tragedy for any family?
Later, Shan Chong fell down. To outsiders, it was probably just a few words like “He fell down, oh my god, that’s terrible, oh the operation was successful, that’s great” -
But outsiders will never know how devastated the family members will be when they stand in front of the operating room again and are forced to accept the fear that the tragedy may happen again.
Weizhi didn't dare to think about the scene too much. She used to avoid the doors of operating rooms and intensive care units when she went to the hospital. It wasn't because she was afraid of death or felt it was unlucky, but the silence on the faces of the patients' families waiting in these places made her uneasy.
She closed her eyes and felt pain all over her body.
Sitting in the front, Beistab listened to her quiet down, turned his head and looked at her, who was curled up in silence.
He paused, chuckled, and asked jokingly, "What's wrong? Are you scared?...Oh, it's not your fault. Most little girls would be scared away after hearing about the mess in Shan Chong's family. Otherwise, there might be a reinforced company chasing after him right now..."
"I'm not an ordinary little girl."
Her voice was hoarse.
"That's right," Backstab agreed, "She can't be an ordinary girl who still insists on liking Shan Chong after getting to know him deeply and communicating with him."
"Yeah I—"
The sound and heartbeat stopped at the same time.
“…………………………………………Who told you that I like him?!!!”
The little girl's screams suddenly filled the entire car, almost blowing the hood of the jeep off!
"It doesn't matter who told me. After all, I have eyes. When you looked at Shan Chong, they were shining. You would laugh or cry within three sentences. Does it matter to you whether he went on the big stage or was scolded by Dai Duo? You cried so sincerely - Shakespeare said that only blind love can turn a person into a psychopath."
"Shakespeare didn't say that!"
"It doesn't matter," Backstab said, "What matters is that if you keep yelling at me, it's like Shakespeare telling the world about your secret crush.
“…”
"Calm down."
"Is he still saving money now?" Wei Zhi wisely skipped the previous question and asked, "Let me ask you a question. I still have 300,000 yuan in my card. If you give it to him directly, will he take it?"
“…”
This time, the backstabber was really frightened. When he fell into shocked silence, the little girl behind him was still chattering: "I think he definitely doesn't want to give it to me. Are you looking for a reason? Tuition fees? The love from Santa Claus at Christmas? Or New Year's money——"
"Emie."
Stop chattering.
"What?"
"Is it popular for you city folks in the south to give money when you're drunk?" Backstab asked sincerely, "And do you have to spend all your money to give? Tell me, I can drink a lot. If that's the case, I'd like to go to the south to develop my career even if it means risking my life—"
"What do you mean?" Wei Zhi asked blankly.
"What it means," Backstab deadpanned, "is that you're drunk. Go back to bed."
Weizhi loosened his grip on the co-pilot's hand, said "oh" and fell back into his seat. After thinking for a moment, he emphasized: "Don't tell anyone!"
Backstab: "Whatever I say, the teacher-disciple relationship is a time-honored, clichéd cliché. It's unoriginal, uninteresting, and not worth talking about."
Wei Zhi half-closed his eyes, slightly drunk and drowsy: "You have many disciples, so why don't you have any?"
Backstab: “…”
Wei Zhi: "See, it still has something to do with people."
The eldest senior wanted to say something, but then Shan Chong came out of the hotel and he shut up.
The man walked straight to the front of the car, opened the back door, and placed one hand on the door frame. The faint smell of alcohol and the sweet fragrance of the little girl filled his face, becoming even stronger under the heating...
He frowned imperceptibly, then quickly relaxed.
Seeing the person sitting there shivering in the cold wind, he asked, "Can you walk by yourself?"
The man's breath blew on her face along with the wind and snow, and Weizhi stared at him.
Shan Chong: “?”
Wei Zhi's eyes were full of pity: "Can I hug you?"
Shan Chong: “?”
Shan Chong: "Will you hug me or should I hug you?"
Weizhi: “Ah?”
Shan Chong: "Why are you drunk? Get up by yourself."
Wei Zhi struggled to get up obediently.
The man glanced at her feet and said, "Shoes."
She followed the instructions and moved, her legs dropped with a "thump", and she put on her shoes crookedly.
The backstabber sat in front and watched the excitement: "You don't have to wear it. Anyway, she is in good health. It's exciting to walk back barefoot. I guarantee that she will be sober when she arrives in the lobby... Isn't that what we did last time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt two people, one sitting and one standing, in the back seat, outside the back door, turning their heads and looking at him at the same time.
The little girl looked hesitant and the man had no expression on his face.
Backstab: “…”
Backstab: "Okay, it seems not."
Backstab: "Can you please tell the truth?"
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…
After finally sending the last apprentice back to his room, Shan Chong sat down in his room and felt his back ache.
Tonight everyone was drinking in anger, but he, as the central protagonist of the incident, did not drink a drop of alcohol and even had to clean up after these people.
I give up.
If there was any bad mood caused by this incident, it was gone by now. He went into the room and leaned against the head of the bed, not wanting to move...
His surgery was quite successful and luckily his waist was not broken.
But it doesn't mean that the waist with steel nails is stronger than the original one. After carrying so many drunken bosses back to the room, he now feels like he has been beaten up.
"If you wanted to stop me from thinking too much by exhausting me, then you succeeded."
The man said to the girl who was taking off her clothes and washing up not far away, "Thank you very much."
Backstab, stripped down to his trousers, ignored his sarcasm, nodded and said, "You're welcome."
The man leaning on the bed raised the corner of his lips and was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and took a look. The caller was his little apprentice whom he had just put back into the room ten minutes ago.
He was stunned.
Not far away, Backstab saw that he didn't answer for a long time, and was a little surprised, so he asked, "Who is it?"
Shan Chong said, "Your junior sister."
Backstab said "Oh", not surprised at all: "My bad habit of calling people when I'm drunk is back again."
Then, as he was provoking her with the question, "Guess whether you are ahead or behind SF Express?", the man picked up his phone, put it to his ear, and said, "What's up?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then someone laughed: "I suddenly remembered that the bank card password I told you last time seemed to be missing three digits."
"..." Shan Chong picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and confirmed that the incoming call number did not belong to any of the rest rooms in the insane asylum. "You didn't drink a few glasses tonight, did you? I saw it all."
"Did you see that?"
"Um."
"Okay, that's progress," the other side burped and said lazily, "At least last time, in the same restaurant with the same seating arrangement, you didn't even look at me... I didn't drink much tonight, but if you asked me for my bank card password, I might tell you. I have a lot of money on my card, and I won't call the police even if you take all of it. If I do, you can tell them that it's the money for my classes."
Shan Chong was a little confused, his lips straightened, and after thinking for a long time, he seemed to have guessed something.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Backstab not far away. Although he smiled, his tone became a little cold: "What did Backstab say to you, huh?"
"A lot of things," she said honestly, as there was a rustling sound coming from her side, probably crawling into the quilt, "You said you were short of money, besides because you were scraping, there were other reasons that really required you to spend money."
Tsk.
"What's wrong?" The man lowered his eyes and chuckled without much smile. His voice was deep and deep in the magnetic wave of the phone. "Are you worried about Master?"
He said this even though he himself didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.
He was on the verge of getting angry.
Then I heard her fall silent on the other end of the phone, and then she asked curiously, "Why should I feel sorry for you? You've killed so many people tonight that everyone is convinced."
Shan Chong was stunned.
"You just might have to do more than the average person, but you are not pitiful. Why should I feel sorry for you? Only pitiful people are worth feeling sorry for."
…
oh.
This answer.
It's quite pleasing to the ear.
Leaning on the bed, the man lowered his eyes. His dark pupils, which had been calm all night, finally had a hint of cracks in them... as if someone had used an icebreaker to forcibly make a crack, and in fact there were not no ripples under the ice.
Tonight, he was hearing all kinds of talk, and those who knew the inside story probably felt that he was miserable, and all kinds of looks bound him up.
But I felt relieved because of her casual words: "You just may have a little more to do than ordinary people."
Thinking back to the moment in the car, when she opened the door and stared at him with her dark eyes, asking him if he wanted a hug, the expression in her eyes was as direct as when she spoke now, pure and undisguised.
In front of him, she always seemed to be... open and honest.
His heart moved slightly, and he sat up a little, swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple rolled.
He hummed softly, and was very patient. He didn't hang up the phone directly, but continued to ask her a fatal question and chatted with her: "So you still want to give me money?"
"Well," Wei Zhi didn't think the question was difficult at all, and said, "If you ask me for it, I don't want to give it to you, but if you don't want it, I want to give it all to you."
"You won't give it to me if I ask you?"
"Aren't people who ask for money liars?"
"If you give it to me voluntarily, then I'm not a liar?"
"I don't need to transfer the money to your account," she said in a smart tone. "The medical conditions in the south city are quite advanced. The person I know works in the surgery department of a large hospital in the city center. He must have some cooperation with the Ottobock brand. As a doctor, maybe I can get some internal discounts..."
She even looked up the brand and blurted it out without feeling like she was beating around the bush.
He didn't bother to argue with her about these, but noticed the key words she mentioned -
Doctor?
"The neighbor brother you mentioned last time?"
"Did I?"
"Yes."
But he was drunk at the time, so he just asked casually. After she finished speaking, he put it out of his mind and didn't think about it anymore.
However, today, I don’t know if it’s because too many things happened in one day and he was really tired, or maybe the quiet atmosphere in the room was too good. The man, who was leaning on the bed with the phone in his hand and rarely chatting with others on the phone, suddenly felt that it was quite a shame to suddenly mention this kind of person.
There is also a discount.
A fart break.
What if I’m short of the tens of thousands of dollars that he gave me at a 95% discount?
"Oh, then just say it, it doesn't matter," the girl on the other end of the phone said heartlessly, "We've known each other for so many years, it's quite tiring to send him 'Happy New Year, Brother' every year, let him use some of his remaining energy——"
"You call me brother?"
"He's older than me." There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were a little curious about his sudden question. "If not brother, what should I call him?"
"Last time you said he was the eldest brother."
“Is there a difference?”
There is a big difference.
Shan Chong changed his sitting position and felt that he had asked too many questions, but he couldn't help it. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If it's just a New Year greeting, don't bother others. Isn't it a big deal to repay a favor for just a few tens of thousands of yuan?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Apparently, even though she was slightly tipsy, she was still shocked to hear the words "just a few tens of thousands of dollars" come out of the man's mouth.
After a long pause, she asked cautiously, "Have you been poisoned?"
The man smiled: "No."
Weizhi Zhan Naijietie: "That's crazy."
“…”
Um.
Just think of him as crazy.
It was like a demonic moment, everything seemed to be going haywire tonight.
For example, at this moment, he especially wants to say, after you hang up the phone with me, just go to sleep. If you call your brother in the middle of the night to ask for the price of prosthetic limbs, I will break your legs.
…
Half an hour later, in a room a few floors down, after hanging up the phone, Weizhi also successfully lost sleep.
Not being able to give out her bank card password made her feel depressed the next day. She felt unwell since the morning and was almost frozen to death by the icy breath outside when she opened the window. She decisively called Shan Chong to ask for leave - the other party was particularly surprised that Shan Chong knew to ask for leave despite the absence of his young apprentice, and the man even fell into silence for three seconds.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Where are you now? It doesn't sound like you are staying in the room."
"Come out for breakfast," Wei Zhi had already gone out, wrapped up in three layers of clothes and still shivering from the cold. She was thinking about having a hot breakfast to comfort herself, and she was listless when she heard him ask this, "I'm not in a good mood."
The person on the other end of the phone laughed as if he didn't mean it: "If you didn't know, you would think it was you who was attacked yesterday."
The little girl stopped walking when she heard this and bit her lip in the cold wind: "It's not funny."
Seeing that she was angry, the person on the other end stopped provoking her, sneered, ended the topic, and hung up the phone... After being interrupted by him, Wei Zhi didn't want to walk anymore. They would reach the ski resort in a little while, and there would probably be more and more people in the breakfast shop.
She chose a nearby store and went in. She ordered a basket of buns and a bowl of milk. She added a spoonful of sugar to the steaming milk.
I picked up the hot milk and took a sip, and then a person sat down opposite me.
She raised her eyelids and looked, it was Lu Xin.
"I saw someone outside who looked a bit like you, so I came in." Lu Xin said, looking Wei Zhi up and down, seeing that she was wrapped like a dumpling today, "Are you not going to skate today?"
Wei Zhi supported his waist, adjusted his sitting position, and pushed the steamed buns in his hand to Lu Xin in a particularly friendly manner: "Take a day off today...eat something?"
Lu Xin ordered something else and shared a basket of buns with Wei Zhi.
Wei Zhi had just picked up a steamed bun and taken a bite, and was carefully blowing the soup in the beef bun with his mouth, when he heard the person sitting opposite him say, "I also saw the video posted by Chongshen last night, the one with the big jump on the platform."
The girl paused in blowing the buns, raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then said "hmm", not very enthusiastic and didn't say she wanted to change the subject.
"He danced really well. I thought he couldn't dance anymore."
"Really?" Wei Zhi took a bite of the bun, his mouth full of delicious food, and said vaguely, "Haven't you seen him jump on the small and medium platforms? His legs and feet are very nimble. How can it be an illusion?"
"He never jumped from a large diving platform after he retired," Lu Xin said. "I thought he couldn't do it anymore. There is a difference between the 8-meter platform and the other two."
"You can't do a 2160° inward rotation without having jumped before?" Wei Zhi took the proof of the backstab as a hammer, and he was quite justified. "If he really has this talent, he will retire? The Sports Bureau will also send him to the Winter Olympics."
"...No, I heard from the club yesterday that it's not that he can't jump, but his family won't let him. So he hasn't posted many videos of him jumping off the platform since then - oh, that's a bit sad."
Wei Zhi frowned slightly.
There was nothing shameful about it, but she didn't like it when outsiders talked about it as gossip.
No matter what tone the outsider uses——
It's a pity.
Sigh, that's all.
There is even less need for sympathy.
What does it have to do with them?
Whether Shan Chong jumps on the 8-meter platform or not, whether he jumps well or not, and why he doesn’t jump, what does it have to do with them? Why do they have to dig into the matter?
Did he promise to share half of his tuition fees with them after he retires, or will he give them half of his medals if he doesn't retire and continues to compete?
Why are these people forcing themselves to empathize?
Is it suitable?
She is in a state of heat today. She was cold at first, but now she is extremely irritated.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lu Xin continued, "I guess that Chongshen must have been pushed too hard by Dai Duo yesterday and got anxious... You don't know that many people @Chongshen in Dai Duo's 2160° video, which was very tense. I guess he was pushed to the point of no return, so he jumped out to prove himself."
He paused and commented: "The dance is pretty good, but he probably didn't expect so many people to watch it and not buy it, thinking that he is wasting his talent——"
"But his talent is his own. Does it matter to the onlookers whether he wastes it or not? If you have the time, wouldn't it be more practical to focus on your own BS360° rotation on the ground?"
The little girl's voice interrupted him. At this time, Lu Xin finally heard that her voice was not right. His heart skipped a beat and he looked up at the other side of the table.
Watch her wipe her mouth with a tissue, then crumple it up and throw it back on the table.
"There are two reasons why he came out to jump in that video."
She held up two fingers.
“First, bring the goods.”
she said.
"Two, I want to see it."
After a pause, she continued to talk nonsense without changing her expression in front of Lu Xin's shocked gaze: "What do you mean by proving yourself to everyone? Stop flattering yourself. If he wanted to prove himself, he would have proved it a long time ago. Why did he have to wait for so many rumors to spread about his incompetence before proving it? Yesterday, that was what I wanted to see - I, wanted, to see!"
Lu Xin looked relieved.
Wei Zhi had a blank expression on her face. She became more and more excited as she spoke. She almost believed it herself by the end: "I got inspiration from Dai Duo, and I wanted to see my master flying on the 8-meter platform. He was so annoyed by me that he went and flew - yeah, I didn't know this was worth you guys telling everyone about it - it's just a flying platform, tsk tsk."
Lu Xin: “…”
Wei Zhi: "My master is so kind to me!"
She spoke out a long string of girlish fantasies in one breath, like setting off a firecracker. After she finished speaking, the breakfast shop seemed to be completely silent for three seconds.
Then, in the reflection of Lu Xin's pupils, Wei Zhi found someone standing behind him.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Then I heard the man's lazy voice behind me: "My little disciple suddenly realized what was good for him. How could Master be so moved?"
Weizhi: “…”
Wei Zhi turned around.
He looked into the smiling eyes of the man behind him and said, "I want to see what props Master will use. Tell me. If you blink, I lose."