If someone else were to tell others that a group class costs 1,500 per person per hour, their first reaction would probably be: Go to the bank and get the money.

But it's different when it comes to Dan Chong. It's not that he's so noble or magical, but he usually charges 6,000 per hour for his lessons.

Although those who like skiing and study it seriously usually have a lot of time and some money, no matter how much money one has, it doesn’t come easily… So fewer people would seek him out for a basic introductory course. After all, anyone can teach the basics, and who would be willing to spend $6,000 on something they can learn for $2,000, right?

But now that Shan Chong is offering group classes, things are different.

I learned the basics from him, which is similar to what I learned from O'Neal (James) (Jordan) about the three-step layup. When others hear it, their first reaction is definitely: Wow! That's awesome!

And there’s a guarantee. Can’t learn it in an hour? Well, money back.

It's very nice.

That’s how advertising works.

One hour after the news was released, there were three groups at three times a day, with reservations for three days, and they were basically full.

Shan Chong’s WeChat was flooded with new friends. Looking at the increasing number of friend requests, he stared in silence for a while before sincerely sighing, “I feel like I’m part of a pyramid scheme.”

"1500 is too little!" Backstab said without turning his head while combing his hair in the toilet, "You don't look like a pyramid schemer, you look more like a superstar who is acting in a romantic action movie for his girlfriend."

He was leaning against the toilet door, waiting for the backstab to move to the toilet. The man ignored the second half of his sentence and thought about his question of "1500 is too little". After thinking about it for a long time, he came to the conclusion: "These three actions are worth the price."

The park prop box is a long iron box placed on the ground. The iron box is wide and short, with only a few centimeters exposed above the snow. It is the first item for beginners to use park props. Once you have learned basic sliding (being able to slide smoothly on intermediate and advanced slopes), you can use it.

In the past, if anyone wanted to spend a lot of money to learn this, he would think twice whether to accept it, for fear that if the news got out, he would be accused of making a bad fortune.

"You speak like you are the moral standard in the industry, but you have taken introductory lessons from a few young ladies."

“…”

The man leaning against the wall was silent for a few seconds, then he raised his eyelids and asked expressionlessly, "Is there no charge for coveting my beauty?"

This time it was Backstab who fell silent.

Before he could say anything, a loud cough was heard from the bathroom in the next room through the wall.

Like I was about to cough myself to death.

Shan Chong stood up slowly, and at the same time, the WeChat on his mobile phone in his pocket began to vibrate wildly. He originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but Backstab couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Your pants are about to be torn by the vibration." He reluctantly took it out and took a look -

【Girl: I heard it all.】

[Girl Ji: Let me teach you a common sense. When you gossip, it is a basic rule to check if there are ears in the toilet. If you can't do it, don't gossip. ]

【Girl: Thank you. 】

Shan Chong gave her a question mark.

[Girl: I have coveted your beauty, too. Thank you so much for not charging me extra. ]

【Chong: I taught you how to push the slope for ten days to protect your face, but you didn't take it off, and you're just coveting my beauty?】

[Girl: ...Well, some people's handsomeness comes from their souls.]

【Chong: If you were so greasy on the first day we met, I would have thought it was too much money to charge you 8,000.】

【Girl:……】

There was no sound from the other end. Two seconds later, the door rang. Shan Chong moved to open the door, then opened it a crack. The little girl was standing outside in slippers, looking up at him.

Standing in the doorway, the man said calmly, "What's up?"

"It's all right," she said. "Look at you."

Shan Chong was about to close the door, but before he could get outside, a snow-white arm stretched out and scared him. If he had reacted a little slower, the door would have broken her arm in half.

"What are you doing?" the man asked sternly. "Why are you making so much noise? Do you want to keep your arm?"

Wei Zhi was not afraid of his ferocity. He put his hands on the door, half of his face stuck into the room, and sniffed habitually like a small animal: "Are all your group classes tomorrow full? Three classes? Thirty people? All full?"

Shan Chong didn't say anything. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her, signaling her to fart quickly.

Weizhi stood up in his slippers, tapped the carpet in the hallway with his toes, and said hesitantly, "I have a friend who wants to come too—"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Shan Chong interrupted her, "What time is it already?"

She nodded calmly, her claws clinging to the edge of the door. "Well, I just remembered it... I'll teach you another life common sense."

"?"

"When someone starts a line with 'I have a friend,'" she looked him in the eye, "it's 100 percent my friend equals me."

“…”

“…”

One was standing outside the door, and the other was standing inside. The little girl in a white nightgown had a gradually determined look in her eyes. She looked more and more like "Since I have a special relationship with the teacher, I'll definitely go through this back door," and she was ready to stick to the door and not leave if the man didn't agree to her today.

No one should sleep.

Shan Chong took half a minute to digest her words. He didn't react much to the so-called "my friends are equal to me". He just paused for a moment and asked, "What do you mean? There's an introductory group class in the park tomorrow. Do you want to come too?"

"No? Didn't you say that as long as you pass the basic skating, you can go to the box?" Her face was a little red. It's not that she hasn't taken his class before, but the relationship is delicate now. When she thought about listening to his lectures seriously, she felt a little nervous. "I can skate on the intermediate and advanced slopes now."

"That's not the question," Shan Chong said, "Didn't you want to learn carving and freestyle skates?"

"Why are you so vindictive?"

"It's good that you know you're holding a grudge." He looked at the little girl calmly, "There's still a vacant seat in that class tomorrow afternoon."

Weizhi's eyes lit up, but before he could even say "yeah", he said, "Before the class starts tomorrow, I'm going to go to the black path (another name for the advanced path) to check your basic skating skills. You'd better be able to skate... If you fall, don't say you know me."

"Your threat is unreasonable. I was fine this afternoon, wasn't I?"

"You have a new problem every day. You never wake up with a different problem... Who knows what tomorrow will be like?"

Weizhi stood outside the door and pouted.

Shan Chong scanned her face and changed the subject: "So is the 1,500 paid via WeChat or Alipay?"

Wei Zhi was shocked, her eyes widened slowly. He had already said "You still want to charge me" but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so she said very tactfully: "Won't you give me a discount?"

"Have you ever heard of Talking Business in Business?"

"At least give me a 50% discount."

"Without rules, there will be no order."

"Okay, okay, okay, you've already used the money you've learned to bargain for the price." She took out her phone and angrily transferred fifteen thousand yuan to him through WeChat. After that, she didn't forget to complain, "Don't ask me to come to my house to propose marriage. Half of the betrothal money I paid for my ski lessons--"

Starting from this afternoon, she spoke about this very naturally. It's impossible for her to blush when it comes to going to the Civil Affairs Bureau or getting the marriage certificate. It's like the saying goes "no one confesses their love with the intention of being rejected", and no one falls in love with the intention of breaking up.

The Chairman once said that dating without the intention of getting married is hooliganism.

Shan Chong listened to it pleasingly, with the light behind him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he opened the door a little.

She is still clinging to the door.

I was caught off guard and lost my balance, stumbling forward and falling into his arms.

The man obviously did it on purpose, as he had been ready to catch her. The little girl had already taken a bath and changed into pajamas. At this moment, a sweet, soft ball of white glutinous rice fell into his arms, and the fragrance filled his nose.

One of his hands was originally on her shoulder.

After hesitating for three seconds, he stopped at her waist.

Shan Chong has taught countless female disciples. He has supported all kinds of waists through thick snow clothes. In his opinion, it is no different from supporting a tree trunk. He does not blush and his heart does not beat.

Things are a little different now.

Relying on the hotel's heating, the little girl came and knocked on his door in a nightgown. The nightgown was long to her ankles and was wrapped quite tightly, but it was just a thin layer of cloth.

So at this moment, the warmth of his palms penetrated the layer of cloth and pressed against her as if it didn't exist.

She has a lot of flesh on her waist...

When you press your palm against it, it feels soft, and reminds you of a not-so-appropriate word: fleshy but not greasy.

The skirt she wears is definitely not a size XS.

He was lost in thought with a blank expression.

At this moment, she felt the thing sticking to her twisting restlessly in his arms. She silently pulled the pockets of his sweater with both hands. After a few seconds, she let go and wrapped her snow-white arms around his waist.

The tip of her nose touched his strong chest. The little girl raised her head and asked, "Does this cost extra?"

The man stroked her hairy head, smiled tenderly and kindly, and said, "Don't look for trouble."

…

After a brief goodnight, they turned around and went back to their rooms.

Shan Chong went to his bathroom and squatted at the door like a pervert. Looking at the man's back, he asked, "Just a hug and that's it? Did you two finally decide to keep this friendship forever as a pure master-disciple relationship?"

The man who was grumbling didn't bother to answer him: "It's only the first day, and we're rushing to go through the formalities? Century Jiayuan, you'll pay me after I go through the formalities?"

Backstab said: "You have so many excuses... Didn't they kiss before they were together?"

Shan Chong thought about it and realized that he was so brave at that time because he was determined to give up everything.

And he was drunk.

Before he could make excuses, the person behind him was still nagging: "Master, can you do it? If not, go ask Lao Yan, he's a scumbag, he knows a lot."

The man took the money, turned on the water and washed his hands. While washing his hands, he glanced lazily at his apprentice outside the toilet: "Today on the cable car, I changed seats and sat next to her. She scared me so much that I moved my butt back half a meter..."

Talking about this, he still felt a little hurt in his self-esteem.

"She's just a little girl, that's enough. What good can I get from pushing her into a corner?"

Backstab curled his lips and said nothing. He thought, okay, with my junior sister like that, I guess she'll hit first base on the first day, second base on the second day, and all the way around the house in a week...

It was a dream indeed.

Thinking of this, he lost interest in questioning further and climbed into bed to do his daily routine before bed: reading comics.

I opened the pink comic software and found that Azai had updated it again today - this guy has been updating very frequently since he broke up recently. I thought to myself, so I clicked in to take a look.

Then I realized that this author might have grown up eating willful beans. Why do I say that? Because the content she updated today was also very weird and magical. To sum it up, the dog guards are dead, but the dog author calmly updated for a few days under the pressure of corpses everywhere in the comment section. Today, the comment section began to discuss the male and female protagonists normally...

The old lady picked up the dog guard again.

How did she pick it up? It couldn't be such a vulgar method as using the heroine to get a magic pill to bring him back to life. Otherwise, why is it the wife at the top of the pyramid? The idea is very unique. She is good at picking up things that happened before as foreshadowing -

For example, the heroine used the sword of the dog guard and replaced it with a sword to erect a tombstone for him.

In the new chapter, after the dog guard died, no one expected that his sword was a magical weapon left by an immortal that could reverse time and space, so the dog guard held his sword and traveled through time with a snap.

This is not the most outrageous thing.

The most outrageous thing is that after he traveled through time, he became a ski athlete with extraordinary martial arts skills.

Azai directly created a new plot for him, which was about a ski athlete traveling through time and space.

Backstab: “…”

Backstab: “?”

The plot is no longer something that can be described as "crazy". Now it is reasonable to suspect that the author's imagination is so big that it is a bit leaky...

I clicked on the comments section and took a look. Everyone was so speechless that they were clapping their hands in applause. Not even one person cursed.

The backstabbing brain had not yet reached the point of insanity, so he clicked into the author's reception room of the otaku and prepared to scold her and tell her what the reality of the world is...

As a result, I clicked on it and found that this guy had posted a new status, promoting a new scam, and the content was very shameless——

Caption: I'm opening a new pit. There may not be any meat in the short term. My treasure is working hard to make money, and I have to work hard too. Every penny from this pit is the starting capital for future marriage. Don't you want to help the next girl's beautiful dream as you pass by?

Illustration: A man wearing a white safety helmet squats by the U-shaped pool. He is wearing a loose sweatshirt and has an arrogant look on his face. Even through the snowy scene, one can feel his domineering aura that looks down on everyone.

Next to him was a familiar bright yellow snowboard.

Wow, this author also knows Burton’s new custom models this year.

Backstab groaned, thinking that this guy is quite an expert. He just laughed, and before he had time to share this ridiculous story with the man in the next bed, the words were on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly realized that the picture looked so familiar.

He braked before he could finish his words.

He was silent for a few seconds, put down the tablet, picked up his phone and clicked into Dan Chong's short video platform, reminiscing about the product promotion video he had made in the U-shaped pool that day——

My eyes couldn't move away from his white helmet and yellow snowboard.

Backstab: “…”

Throwing away his phone, he picked up his tablet and switched back to the pink comic software. He randomly found a picture with a detailed drawing of the so-called "immortal sword that can distort time and space" on 1P, opened it up and enlarged it to the maximum, and carefully compared the pattern on the hilt...

How to say it.

Before today's update, he had seen this hilt.

It was just not on any website, but in his new *pure* goodnight* mistress's computer.

Backstab: “…”

Backstab looked confused as he recalled the past. He used to be a fanatic about the yellow comics drawn by his master's wife. He was amazed by the amazing positions, locations, and even exciting moments of the male and female protagonists in her comics.

…………It’s really true that you can’t judge a person by his appearance!

Before the evidence from the day before was confirmed, who would have told him that the giant otaku at the top of the pink comic software pyramid was Mamoru... He would rather believe that "Eighteen Postures of Cultivating Immortality in Another World" was drawn by him when he was sleepwalking while backstabbing himself.

Backstab: "Brother Chong?"

On the bed next to him, the man was already drowsy and made a "hmm" sound, indicating that he was about to fart.

Backstab: "Does your phone have memory? I can download some anime for you to watch?"

Shan Chong: “?”

The man turned over and asked sincerely, "Are you sick?"

Backstab: “…”

no.

Where should I start?

The main thing is that you suddenly start to worry. If you are not well-informed in certain aspects, you may be frightened by the "innocent woman" you mentioned who will fly half a meter away if you get a little closer...

Ah, how do you say it——

despise.