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

Part 43

Chapter 43: An Act of Defection

Despite once having created an ice wall on the ski slopes of Chongli Mountain's peak.

Perhaps Xinjiang's environment does nurture people (or fools) especially well.

At this moment, on the steps outside the restaurant, neither of them recognized each other.

Dai Duo, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, slightly squinted at the person next to him. His lips were pressed in a not-so-friendly manner, utterly perplexed — when it came to finding someone to teach skiing, some directly looked at the ski resort, those introduced by friends, those fished from certain short video apps, and even those who used WeChat's "Shake" feature at the resort entrance...

He had never seen someone randomly approach a person in ski gear outside a restaurant while eating.

No wonder they all said that this year, anyone in the ski circle, be they human or ghost, could make a fortune as long as they had thick skin. It must be because there were so many fools.

Wei Zhi didn't know that at this moment, she had been labeled a "fool" in others' eyes.

She persistently looked at the person in front of her, emphasizing: "You can carve and do freestyle, I saw you on the slopes today."

She had drunk a bit too much.

Now squatting down, the alcohol had all gone to her head, rushing straight to the top. She felt the sky was spinning above her. To speak clearly, she talked very slowly... It was a wonder the person beside her hadn't stood up, dusted off his behind, and left, mainly because he still had an unfinished cigarette in his hand.

Dai Duo wanted to leave. He glanced at the person squatting beside him and unexpectedly found that her jacket hood had two frog eyes on it, looking silly.

Like an elementary school student.

Based on the principle of not bullying children, he lazily lifted the corner of his mouth and said in a slightly gentler tone: "Sorry, I don't teach people."

His lack of enthusiasm seemed to trouble her...

Wei Zhi's hands holding her knees tightened, and she turned her head to look at him: "Don't you need money?"

Dai Duo: "..."

The young girl looked at him, her eyes very calm, without any intention of offending, just pure curiosity.

At this moment, the street light flickered, making the dark circles under Dai Duo's eyes appear even heavier in the alternating light and shadow... His thin lips pressed lightly, and he slowly exhaled a cloud of milky white smoke.

With a rare spark of kindness, he opened his mouth to educate this stranger: "Kid, finding someone to teach skiing isn't about randomly picking up a person on the street and telling them you have money—"

As he spoke, he laughed self-deprecatingly, showing his snow-white teeth: "With your approach, no amount of money would be enough to avoid being scammed."

"I'm not a kid, and I'm not randomly picking up someone from the street," the person being educated persisted, "I've seen you ski, you're really good."

Dai Duo thought this was some kind of stubborn fool.

Three sentences off track, and he just wanted her to leave.

Before he could speak, he saw her hand, which was originally on her knee, raise, and then her fingers, as white and delicate as spring onion tips, pointed towards the restaurant door behind them: "Do you know Lao Yan?"