Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Encounter

The ski resort owner was quite sentimental, possibly even a romantic straight man.

The restaurant's ceiling was designed as a glass dome, allowing the afternoon sun to shine through, creating a warm and lazy atmosphere.

After loosening the ski boot bindings and changing into comfortable everyday shoes, having eaten and drunk their fill, people relaxed completely. They became like boneless lazy cats, sprawled across the dining tables, not wanting to move a single hair.

Wei Zhi yawned repeatedly, her fingertips rubbing away the tears that squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Nanfeng yawned in response.

Across from them, Wen Sheng lifted his eyelids to glance at her: "Are you still going this afternoon?"

"Of course," Jiang Nanfeng said, "The front edge is a bit difficult. Lao Yan said it might be due to the slope and snow quality of the trail we practiced on this morning. We'll try a different trail this afternoon..."

Front edge push-off was one of the "basic moves" to learn after mastering the back edge falling leaf. It was essentially the same as the back edge push-off, except that instead of facing downhill, you face uphill and slide down using the board's front edge.

Wei Zhi hadn't reached this level yet; she hadn't even mastered the back edge falling leaf.

She supported her sore neck and mocked: "Working so hard, are you rushing to participate in next year's Winter Olympics?"

"Not really," Jiang Nanfeng was completely unfazed by the mockery.

She pursed her lips around the drink straw, carefully leaving a few teeth marks on it.

"The front edge push is really fun, you'll know when you learn it."

"Facing away from the mountain, unable to see anything behind you, it sounds terrifying," Wei Zhi naively thought they were discussing skiing techniques. "What's fun about it?"

"The fun part is that when you feel scared, the coach will also think you're scared."

"What? Are you speaking in tongue twisters now?"

"When the coach thinks you're scared, he'll give you a sense of security."

"What?"

"He'll hold your hand to teach you how to push off, never letting go. And unlike the back edge push, if you fall during a front edge push, you'll fall forward, right into his arms."

Jiang Nanfeng emphasized, "Lao Yan smells like soap, maybe he just took a shower this morning."

"Huh?"

"Soap scent," Jiang Nanfeng said with a serious face, "It's very innocent."

"..."

Wei Zhi was silent for three seconds, unfortunately developing a mental image: the female player falling delicately and affectedly into the male player's arms, the male player opening his arms to catch her, the two of them rolling together on the ski slope, as joyful and beautiful as a Disney animated film...

"Shameless," she judged fairly.

"You're just jealous."

"What am I jealous of?!"

"Your coach didn't hold your hand to teach you push-offs, right?"

"He did hold... No! Who wants to hold hands with him for push-offs!"

"You could try it once. From what I can see, your coach is quite handsome, and Lao Yan says he's a big shot in the park."

"What big shot? Have you ever seen someone grabbed by the neck and forced to give their WeChat? Now you have, that's me! He must be doing poorly in business, that's why he's forcing people to add him on WeChat. And why is his business so bad? Because he has a nasty mouth!"