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

Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Will It Be a Pleasant Day Together?

Night, at the hotel.

Wei Zhi lay on the bed, arms raised high, holding a light gray cloth between her hands.

Staring.

Staring.

Staring—

Jiang Nanfeng's voice drifted over, accompanied by the "swish-swish" of running water: "Where did you get that rag?"

Wei Zhi folded the... glasses cloth as reverently as when she had received it, then sat up with a sudden jerk: "Don't be disrespectful. This isn't a rag, it's a blessed glasses cloth given to me by a great master."

"How is it blessed? Hang it on your chest, and tomorrow you'll be able to fly off the eight-meter platform at the park?"

Wei Zhi remained unfazed: "Do you know what a great master is?"

The sound of running water abruptly stopped.

"Hmm," Jiang Nanfeng moved her hand away from the faucet, tore open a package, and slowly applied a hydrating face mask.

Her tone was casual, "The one who taught you?"

"What are you talking about? Don't listen to your coach's nonsense. He's just trying to save face for his friend."

Wei Zhi replied quickly, her tone nonchalant, "The great master I met today is a true great master. How great! The last time I saw him was on TV."

"Who?"

"Someone whose snow suits hanging in the closet is worthy of having the five-star red flag embroidered on them."

"...That is pretty cool indeed."

"Right?"

"Why would someone like that give you a glass of cloth?"

"Because I'm good-looking."

"Just because it gets dark early in Zhangjiakou doesn't mean you can start talking nonsense as soon as the evening news ends."

"The faucet was broken, water sprayed on my face, he saw it, he was kind," Wei Zhi said, "Impressive people are always kind."

That wishful tone made Jiang Nanfeng stop adjusting her face mask. She leaned to the side to look at the person on the bed from behind the mirror, just in time to see the latter lying on her stomach at the edge of the bed, solemnly folding the glasses cloth and putting it into the snowsuit pocket, then smoothing the pocket with reverence and affection before zipping it up.

She was just short of burning incense and bowing three times.

Jiang Nanfeng: "..."

Jiang Nanfeng: "If your mom finds out I tricked you into coming skiing and you've become a bit off in the head, will she ask me for compensation?"

"She will," Wei Zhi replied without looking up, "Our family lawyer is already on the way."

"Have mercy, if it weren't for me, you'd never get a glasses cloth from a national ski team member in your lifetime."

"That's true. How about I give you a 20% discount on the compensation amount?"

The young girl on the bed rolled over contentedly, picked up her phone, and happily prepared to search for information about past members of the national snowboarding team—

Wait, what was that person's name again?

...She didn't know.

Damn.