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

Part 27

Chapter 27: The Logic of Nobility

At the ski resort's summit, inside a cable car.

A man and a woman occupied the entire cable car.

Two park-specific snowboards hung outside, trembling slightly in the morning breeze.

Inside, silence reigned.

The girl who had arranged lessons with Shan Chong through Huayan was named Huhu. She was staying at a hotel near the base of the ski resort. They had agreed to meet for lessons at the summit early this morning.

Shan Chong had gone down the mountain to collect new protective gear from the equipment shop owner and picked her up on his way back up.

Today, they were scheduled for a two-hour lesson, costing 12,000 yuan.

For other instructors, 12,000 yuan would conservatively cover about twenty lessons.

But when Huhu first stepped out of the hotel lobby and saw the man leaning against a Beijing BJ-30 car, smoking, she felt the money was well spent.

[White Fox: I got a lesson with Shan Chong!]

[White Fox: Crying! It wasn't in vain that I came to Chongli. The 3,000 yuan flight was worth it! He's just as handsome as in the videos, aaahhh!]

[White Fox: No, he's even more handsome.]

[White Fox: What should I say to him? Should I jump straight into discussing the lesson? Wouldn't that be too stiff?]

While excitedly texting her friends, she kept sneaking glances at the man sitting opposite her.

He was leaning back in his seat, relatively relaxed, holding his outdated iPhone 7 with one hand, slowly moving a finger across the screen.

She wondered who he might be texting.

After finishing his message, he stared at the screen for a moment.

Whether the other person hadn't replied or for some other reason, he clicked his tongue impatiently, furrowing his brow slightly.

His finger swiped across the screen a couple of times, presumably switching to a different chat.

He brought the phone to his lips: "You're at the mid-mountain slope today, right? Ask in the group if anyone's on the advanced run. Tell them to keep an eye out for anyone who shouldn't be there."

A few seconds later, the phone chimed with a new message.

Shan Chong tapped it, and a rough, masculine voice crackled through the phone's worn-out speaker: "Yeah, what's up, Master? I'm at the mid-mountain slope! Who? Who shouldn't be on the advanced run?"

Shan Chong pondered for a moment.

"The current holder of the turtle butt pad."

He paused, then added, "I have a lesson today, so she went by herself. If you see her on the advanced run in your area, have someone bring her down."

The advanced run at the mid-mountain slope was on the mountainside, not too steep, with a long stretch along the mountain without safety nets.

Experienced riders usually didn't take beginners there.

But novices going alone could easily take a wrong turn and end up there.

One wrong move, and they'd crash into a tree.

They wouldn't die.

But they might not escape being carried down the mountain by the rescue team.

After arranging this sabotage, Shan Chong switched back to check another chat.