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

Part 135

Chapter 135: The Last Straw That Broke the Camel's Back

The next day marked the beginning of a new year.

While "new year, new outlook" was a common phrase, for Shan Chong, truly waking up to the realization that "this is a new day and a new year" was a first in his twenty-some years of life.

Wang Xin shook him awake.

"Come on, get up. Let's go sign the paperwork and contracts first."

On such an auspicious day as New Year's Day, Shan Chong opened his eyes to see not his soft, sweet girlfriend, but a middle-aged, greasy man facing a receding hairline crisis.

He blinked, then closed his eyes again, turning to face the wall in avoidance.

This doesn't count, he thought. Such an inauspicious start couldn't be considered the first second of opening his eyes in the new year.

It doesn't count.

Barely three seconds after closing his eyes, his blanket was yanked away.

Shan Chong regretted not having the habit of locking his door before sleeping.

The man reluctantly opened his eyes and said, "Brother, it's New Year's Day. Not only will there be no one to stamp official seals, but even the print shops for contracts will be closed."

"There are always more solutions than problems," Wang Xin insisted, tugging at Shan Chong's sleeve.

"Hurry up and get up. What if your mom wakes up and suddenly changes her mind? I don't feel secure!"

"You don't feel secure? What's that got to do with me? Is that something I can give you?"

Shan Chong grumbled as he was pulled out of bed, his eyes half-closed with irritation.

"My sense of security is for my wife."

"Your wife is still sleeping, but your coach is suffering from insomnia... I didn't sleep well all night. I'm afraid if we wake up even a step later than your mom, everything will change."

Shan Chong, who was in the middle of a yawn and still full of morning grumpiness, paused at these words.

"My mom isn't the type to change her mind on a whim."

"She could also change her mind after careful consideration. Her brain is in her head; can we control that?"

Wang Xin said. "I just feel like she agreed too casually. There wasn't any earth-shattering ceremony like kowtowing or crying her eyes out. This coach furrowed his brow and realized things aren't that simple..."

"Maybe she just came to terms with it."

"Came to terms with what? That if her only son ends up dead or crippled in the Big Air, she'll just have another child?"

"........."

Wang Xin pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, his face serious.

"Training isn't like giving lessons to kids outside. Apart from being on an air cushion or trampoline, think about it—who can guarantee you won't get hurt? Wasn't your mom's previous disagreement because she was afraid you'd get injured? What if she suddenly wants us to sign an agreement guaranteeing you'll participate in the Beijing Winter Olympics without a scratch? Do you think I should sign that or not?"

He rattled off a long string of words.

At first, Shan Chong found him annoying, but after patiently listening to the end, he thought with some confusion: It seems he's not wrong.