As soon as Weizhi hung up the phone, the man came out of the bathroom. He seemed to reach a new level of sexiness every time after taking a shower. But today his girlfriend did not indulge in male beauty and even glared at him.
Shan Chong really knows what he has done to himself.
I glanced at her and didn't even bother to ask her "what's wrong". I wiped my head with a towel and picked up my phone to check the newly released video data.
It's OK.
Let's put it this way. In the past few years, he has been diligently posting various short videos of jumping off platforms, bar-snapping, and barrel flying, and has accumulated a few tens of thousands of fans. His presence on the short video platform is not as good as Lao Yan's...
And then?
Today, in the time it takes him to take a shower, he gained over 2,000 followers through this video. In the past, this number would have been enough for him to earn for a month.
“It seems like I found the code to wealth,” he sighed, “If you learn carving for another two days, I can be your marketing representative.”
Weizhi: “?”
Wei Zhi: "Why do you want to make money from everything?"
Wei Zhi: "When I fell, you didn't come to catch me, but just followed behind me and took pictures with your phone. Is there any boyfriend like you?"
"I was the one who picked you up from the ground every time you fell," Shan Chong sternly refused to let her confuse him when it came to the issue of principle, "and can I predict all those fancy falls of yours? You stuck the toe edge and the heel edge, and you suddenly fell down halfway through the edge. Ask Lao Yan if he understood it?... If I could predict those falls of yours, I would have taught you a long time ago."
Wei Zhi couldn't argue with him on professional issues.
So she made a "whoosh" sound, turned over, crawled into the quilt and ignored him.
Don't let Shan Chong have anything to do with skiing. He is a cruel person who doesn't recognize any relatives when it comes to his profession. After leaving Wei Zhi alone in the quilt for a while, he turned around to blow dry his hair, then climbed onto the bed and pulled her out of the quilt.
She is also flexible.
She turned over and hugged the man's waist, pressing her head against his chest.
"Don't you like me anymore?"
Shan Chong was originally combing her hair, but when he heard this, he paused and considered whether to twist her head off.
"Your nonsense comes out of nowhere." He said in a calm tone.
"You think I'm stupid!" She was very clear when she needed to act coquettishly. At this time, she said in a very pretentious manner, "I have been working on folding and pressing my hips all day. I sneezed just now and felt like my stomach was going to fall apart! You didn't even compliment me!"
"What should I praise you for? I also need to find something to praise you for."
"See, you really don't like me anymore." Wei Zhi sighed, "My stomach really hurts."
Shan Chong was too lazy to waste time talking to her after hearing this. He raised his hand and lifted the hem of her clothes without changing his expression. There was a little bit of smear on his warm palm, which might have been caused by touching the snow in the past years.
Such a hand was placed on her tight and sore belly and rubbed. Wei Zhi hummed twice in comfort, and at the same time, she became even more jealous...
Why can some people learn to ski quickly and well?
At the age of eight, he can ruin a pair of gloves by touching the snow!
She can't do it!
"It is easy to bring over the habits of the eight-character positions when the eight-character positions are changed."
The soft belly was so thin that it seemed to finally convey a little warmth to him under his hands. "You didn't see Lao Yan and he didn't say anything. It will be fine after a few days of practice."
"How many days?"
"Before the Chinese New Year, can you at least press down on one side of your toe or heel to feel the snow?"
"Will it take that long?"
"If you're smarter, three days will be enough."
"Oh, that's a long way off."
When she spoke, she would subconsciously raise her head, and her breath would be right at his chin, brushing across his jaw like a feather.
So the man's hand on her belly paused and slid upwards. Wei Zhi immediately felt something was wrong and reached out to hold his hand.
The man lowered his head and looked at her, his dark pupils flashing with an unspoken light... Wei Zhi instantly stood up, and stopped crying about her stomachache. She quickly got up, muttering "I'm going to take a shower" while trying to roll over him, climb off the bed and quickly escape -
However, he was very quick-witted.
Just as she was about to use her hands and feet to flip over him, he grabbed her wrist.
The hot touch on his wrist made Weizhi's heart skip a beat.
She was a little nervous and was forced to stay in the prone position riding on the man. After a few seconds, he raised his legs and changed their positions, pressing the girl back onto the bed.
She suffocated for a moment, and his breath had already enveloped her. That handsome face was very close, hanging in the air above her, looking at her.
"What, what are you doing?" Weizhi swallowed nervously, "Get off my bed, we agreed to sleep separately."
Shan Chong thought about it and decided to agree to her promise, but if he broke his promise, the girl wouldn't believe anything he said next time, which would also be a bit troublesome... So he had to lower his head and kiss the corner of her lips, then put his hand to give her some space to leave.
"Nothing," he said calmly as he watched her roll out of bed and search for her slippers, "I just suddenly remembered how hard you worked on the snow track this afternoon. You looked so cute, and I wanted to kiss you."
Weizhi held up a pair of slippers, straightened up, and stared at him with slightly wide eyes, as if she had heard something that only the devil could say -
Her cheeks heated up rapidly.
Her lips were pursed as a result.
She stood by the bed, leaned over and kissed him again.
Then he said, "That's it for tonight," and fled into the bathroom.
…
The next two days were uneventful. On the third day, Wei Zhi got up very early.
Today, the little girl is going to the Olympic venues to collect materials. She got up early in the morning, washed up, carefully spread out her snow suit, and took out her long boots and miniskirt from the suitcase.
Shan Chong was awakened by the sound of her walking around the room. He threw back the quilt and sat up, watching his girlfriend spinning around in the room like a top. Her loose-fitting sweater, turtleneck sweater and pleated skirt were thrown on the bed. He stared at her for a while, yawned, and asked, "Is it just Pig's Day today?"
The Light Pig Festival is a special festival for the snow circle.
Originated in the United States, before the end of the snow season every year, the weather warms up and the ice and snow melt. In order to commemorate and make a summary of the snow season that is about to end, on this day, regardless of whether they are riding a single board or a double board, people in the snow circle let go of themselves and gather at the ski resort in all kinds of strange costumes (traditional rules actually mean running naked) to drink, ski and have fun together.
"It's only been a month," Shan Chong added, "Is global warming causing the snow season to end two or three months earlier?"
At this time, Wei Zhi came out of the bathroom after blow-drying her hair. While applying essential oil to her hair, she glanced at him and said, "Are you awake?"
Shan Chong ignored her and raised his eyelids: "What did you take out the skirt for?"
"wear."
Shan Chong took out his phone and looked at it: "It's minus three degrees outside, and it might snow today... Are you wearing a skirt?"
As he spoke, he stood up, stretched out his long arms to lift up her sweater, which was thick enough to take her to Antarctica, and pushed open her hoodie. He lifted up her skirt and gestured at her not far away to measure the height, then threw it away. When he looked again, there was nothing on the bed.
"What about stockings?" He paused, and to show that he was not a bumpkin who had never seen the world, he added, "The kind with velvet that can be worn as pants."
“Southerners resist freezing.”
"Is it okay not to wear anti-freeze socks?"
"With boots."
The conversation ended briefly. Shan Chong went in to take a shower. He was completely sober when he came out. He was not in a hurry to change into quick-drying clothes or snow clothes. He just wore this short-sleeved T-shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed with his pillow in his arms, and stared at his girlfriend putting on makeup.
While she was tapping a box of eye shadow with a small brush, the man's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was the sponsor reminding him not to forget that there was an event today and he should go to the conference hall of the hotel attached to the Olympic Stadium next door in the afternoon.
Shan Chong had a blank look on his face for a few seconds, then he reacted.
He put down his phone and asked Wei Zhi: "Participate in the event?"
"Well, my work requires me to visit the Chongli Olympic venues for some field trips..." The girl paused and turned to glance at Shan Chong. "There will be a meeting at the hotel this afternoon. It seems that the authorities have invited several big names from the ice and snow sports world to attend the meeting."
Shan Chong was silent.
Then he picked up the skirt and said expressionlessly, "The boss wants you to change your pants."
"I didn't bring any pants, boss." Wei Zhi raised his chin towards the sweater not far away, "Besides, don't I have a sweater here?"
"You ate yesterday, don't eat today."
Shan Chong knew that he couldn't control her at all, so he threw away her skirt and went to dress himself, wearing a quick-drying jacket, a sweatshirt, and a snow suit. When he was looking for snow socks all over the world, he suddenly said, "I'll go to Genting Snow Resort today too."
Genting Snow Resort is the name of the Olympic Stadium.
When Wei Zhi heard this, her hand that was drawing eyeliner trembled, and she almost poked her eyeball. She frantically looked for a cotton swab to wipe off the black line she had drawn. She threw away the cotton swab, turned around and asked the man, "What are you doing?"
Shan Chong put on his protective gear slowly and calmly: "It's up to you."
Shan Chong usually does not wear protective gear.
Unless you practice it.
Weizhi's heart was pounding. He stroked his chest with his hand and muttered, "Be careful on the flying platform," while hanging the name tag related to today's work on his chest.
Then the two of them went out together.
The Olympic Stadium is also at the top of the mountain, and is directly connected to the ski resort at the top of the mountain. If you wear skis, you can slide directly through the connected ski slopes.
Originally, it was said that it was so close that one could just take a taxi, but the cold wind almost blew Wei Zhi's face crooked when she went out. She stomped her feet, and the man next to her turned his head to look at her, then pushed her back into the apartment hall.
He threw the backpack in his hand to her, turned around and drove his car over to the parking lot.
…
Driving to Genting Snow Resort, other participants had already arrived one after another. Wei Zhi jumped out of the car and waved to her boyfriend. She heard her boyfriend say like a father: "Who do you see who is not wearing pants?"
Leaning on the door, Wei Zhi asked, "Can you forget this?"
"Yes," Shan Chong said, "Don't let me hear you sneeze today."
"I really can't hear it," Wei Zhi said with a smile, "After today's activities, it will probably be after dinner."
After saying that, she slammed the door shut and trotted off to join the main force.
As the Olympic venue, Genting Snow Resort has more complete supporting facilities than other ski resorts. Compared with other ski resorts that have buyer's ski equipment stores with a collection of various brands, there is an independent shopping mall here with many big brand stores such as thenorthface.
Early in the morning, Weizhi met Huayan and Yanyan who skied down from the ski resort on the top of the mountain to buy KFC for breakfast.
At the time, she was sitting with several other writers for websites that weren’t skiing-focused, and they were discussing whether “skiing freestyle” referred to double boards or also single boards.
"Freestyle is double boarding. That's what I saw in the information."
"So do you think the park is talking about snowboarding or skiing?"
“Snowboard parks and freestyle skiing are the same thing.”
"I suggest you do some research before you say this. What is the definition of freestyle?"
The two of them were arguing fiercely, and Weizhi was sitting next to them with a confused look on his face. Most of the people in KFC were skiing in snow suits, and when they heard them arguing, they turned their heads to look over.
Seeing Hua Yan and the others, Wei Zhi waved and said hello. Hua Yan came over and said, "What are you doing here? ... And you're dressed like this."
Wei pointed to the sign in front of him: "Work."
Hua Yan: "Where's Brother Chong?"
Weizhi: “I’m here too.”
Hua Yan: "Did he come with you?"
Wei Zhi: "Did you see him? No, he just flew to Taiwan under the pretext of accompanying me."
Hua Yan: "Dai Duo is here today too. He went to find Dai Duo on stage under the pretext of accompanying you... Oh, what a scumbag. Also, there was something in yesterday's video. Why did you go to learn carving?"
Weizhi felt a little choked when talking about the video. After a few mumbled words, Huayan was ready to leave. Before leaving, she talked to the two people who were fighting each other about freestyle. Freestyle is freestyle. Both snowboard freestyle and double-board freestyle exist. The distinction is not so clear within the snow circle.
After she left, a guy, still immersed in the beauty of the young lady when she put on her pink goggles, turned around and asked Wei Zhi: "What is a flying platform?"
"Snowboard big air, bigair."
"What about carving?"
"Snowboard technical run, parallel giant slalom."
“Can you ski?”
"You don't know how to deal with the subject matter?" Wei Zhi asked strangely, "In addition to multimedia, you need to be able to master everything and find a specialized person to interview. Then for the rest of the subjects, you need to be able to do more projects - "
The person who asked the question looked at a guy not far away who was obviously an otaku. He was about 1.8 meters tall and weighed 245 grams. He pointed at him and said, "Ade, he writes about figure skating. His articles are very popular."
Wei Zhi: “…”
Sure, awesome.
…
After leaving KFC, they went on to visit various competition venues.
Although the Winter Olympics are very close, many venues for events are still in vain. Athletes have already started training at the repaired venues, for example, one snow track is filled with parallel giant slalom gates.
They circled around to the snow sports terrain.
When she arrived at the place, Weizhi began to subconsciously look for her boyfriend all over the world.
As they were looking around, they heard the person who led them here suddenly say, "Today, our interviewee for the snow sports is the legendary BigAir."
When Wei Zhi heard this, he was completely paralyzed.
I turned my head blankly and saw a white figure jumping out from the big platform, stretching, pulling the board, grabbing the board, and with everyone's exclamations of "Oh wow", the white figure turned several circles in the sky, did a BScord 1800°, and landed -
He didn't stand firmly when he landed, and his butt was sticking out. Weizhi retracted his neck and saw him sitting on the ground with his back blade stuck in his hand, and then he rolled out many meters with the snow and dust...
This did not prevent the men standing outside the door not far away from clapping wildly.
Dai Duo slowly got up, took off his board, and walked back carrying it. When he passed by them, he just raised his eyelids and glanced casually with an expressionless face at first. When he saw Wei Zhi, he seemed a little surprised.
After a pause, the man who had already passed the group of people backed away.
"When did you join the circus?"
The man's voice was harsh and cold.
Wei Zhi looked back at the person in charge blankly. You mean you only want this person to collect folk songs? If this person opens his mouth to say a word, the whole paragraph will be cut off, right?
However, the person in charge did not react much. Dai Duo stood there and exchanged a few words with Wei Zhi under everyone's surprised gaze, and finally said: "He is upstairs."
Weizhi looked in the direction he said, and saw her boyfriend lazily leaning on the departure platform, chatting with the people next to him, without even looking at them.
Dai Duo pursed his lips and walked away, not very happy about Shan Chong's existence.
Wei Zhi glanced at her boyfriend again, then turned to the person in charge and said, "Why did you ask him to come for the interview? Who in the entire snow circle can speak better than him?"
The person in charge exclaimed, "Who?"
Wei Zhi: "He just came over and asked us if we were from the circus."
Person in charge: “Who is he?”
Wei Zhi: "The national snowboard team... Never mind. Isn't he the target of our afternoon field trip?"
"No," the person in charge pointed to the platform above their heads, "It seems to be that guy, in black clothes, very handsome."
Weizhi looked in the direction he pointed.
There is no ghost on the departure platform at this moment——
Only her boyfriend.
At this moment, he, wearing a black snow suit, has straightened his body from his previous lazy standing position, raised his hand to pull down his snow goggles, bent down to check the binding again, and held onto the starting platform.
Wei Zhi: “…”
Weizhi: “?”
...It's scarier than ghosts.