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

Part 130

Chapter 130: About That Day

Changbai Mountain is a place protected by spirits.

At the foot of Tianchi Mountain, there's a sign that reads, "The spirits will bless those who have visited Changbai Mountain with lifelong peace and joy."

Strictly speaking, Shan Chong couldn't be considered a complete atheist, but he had never given much thought to this matter...

For years, he had been at Changbai Mountain. Back then, snowboarding didn't have the so-called systematic teaching it has now.

Everyone was self-taught, learning by watching videos or observing others, stumbling along. They might not even have started by learning to push on slopes; instead, they'd tumble and fall multiple times until they figured out how to change edges.

He couldn't even remember if "changing edges" was called that back then.

Being able to ride, knowing how to ride, and then riding all terrains—

Many years passed unknowingly. By the time Shan Chong became "that Shan Chong" people talked about, he seemed to have become a part of Changbai Mountain.

Every blade of grass and tree on the mountain, every corner inside and outside the ski resort—he knew them all.

It was like drinking water or eating food, saying goodbye to family members before leaving home in the morning, telling them when he'd be back, going down the stairs, encountering the yawning stray cat in the neighborhood courtyard, looking up at the sun overhead...

Going to the trampoline, going to train.

Winter training camps, Changbai Mountain's jump platform.

Some fixed daily routines had become so ordinary that when they occurred according to schedule, no one thought about cherishing the moment or reminiscing—

Until one day, when the unexpected arrived.

...

In Shan Chong's memory, it was just an ordinary day.

It seemed to be a weekend.

The ski resort wasn't particularly crowded.

As Shan Chong carried his board up to the jump platform, people greeted him along the way.

He responded lazily.

"Brother Chong, I heard Dai Duo landed an FS cork 2160 line a few days ago."

The so-called "line" was just adding a melon grab (front hand grabbing the back edge between the bindings) to the fs flat spin, meaning the entire move was an off-axis rotation with a stylish board grab. It was just that in the current domestic environment, it was the first time a rider could consistently perform a cork 2160 with style.

Faced with the inquiry, Shan Chong barely lifted his eyelids and said, "Mm."

"Wang Xin said you did this move on the airbag long ago. Dai Duo learned it right under your nose—"

Shan Chong thought for a moment and calmly said, "No, I tried. Couldn't land it."

"Dai Duo himself said he learned it from you."

"I couldn't land it."

This time, there was a hint of impatience in the man's voice.

Having just returned from the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, his mood wasn't particularly high.

After rejoining the team, there was a somewhat cautious atmosphere.

When people spoke to him, they carried unnecessary respect—