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

Part 145

Snowy Days, Searching for the Full Moon (Part 1)

On October 1, 2024, the snow season kicked off with an opening ceremony amid a blizzard in Keketuohai, Xinjiang.

Like geese flying south, this time of year always sees a group of people gathered in various southern cities' Sunac ice rinks, preparing to migrate north.

Snow enthusiasts eagerly anticipate bidding farewell to indoor rinks...

Meanwhile, in the south, the sun still blazes high in the sky.

The greatest distance in the world is when you're running air conditioning in the south while I've already turned on the heating in the north.

For Wei Zhi, this is always the busiest time of the year.

As the snow season arrives, Shan Chong , who spent the entire summer idling on various ice rinks, dry ski slopes, trampolines, skateboards, and surfboards, must return to his true calling in the ice and snow industry—

From judging various competitions to training in Changbai Mountain and performing at different ski resorts...

In winter, they settle in the Northeast.

This means that as soon as winter begins, their family must relocate from the south to the north until the entire snow season ends.

While friends' social media feeds are filled with posts like "Keketuohai's opening was terrible this year, don't come, but I'll probably be back next year anyway," the door at the end of the tenth-floor corridor in a high-end residential complex in the southern city stands wide open.

A young woman, 25 years old but still looking like an invincible college student, wears a light blue hoodie and gray skirt.

She leans against the doorframe with one hand while slipping on running shoes at the entrance.

Behind her are more than a dozen high-stacked boxes ready to be shipped by courier.

Wei Zhi, about to leave, turns back and shouts, "Chong-ge, did you send some of the pain relief patches I had you buy last time to my mom?"

"I just went to pick up the package. How could I have time? I'll send it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? We're flying back to the Northeast the day after. May I ask if your suitcase is packed?"

"Tomorrow."

"You have quite a lot to do tomorrow."

"I can manage."

"Yeah, right."

No matter if they're Olympic champions, athletic stars, or skiing gods, all men in the world seem cut from the same cloth—

That irritating smell of incompetence...

Tsk.

Wei Zhi finishes putting on her shoes, drags over one of the courier boxes thrown by the door, opens it, and takes out several boxes of pain relief patches, stuffing them into her woven shopping bag...

As she's stuffing them in, her peripheral vision catches sight of a large, rectangular courier package placed in the entryway, about as tall as she is.

Wei Zhi stares at this package for a few seconds, then judges by its length that it must be the 24-25 model snowboard she ordered a few months ago, which has finally arrived.

"Did you bring back my snowboard too?" she asks.

"Is it mine?"

During her questioning, the man who had been puttering around in the kitchen slowly walks out.