Since that day when he turned his head and walked away, Beijiao, this kid, proudly stayed away from home for a whole week. It’s said he slept in the storage room of the “Wuwo” bar for four days. On the fifth day, he was taken in by a park kid he met at the Rongchuang Park in Guangzhou.
He’s pretty straightforward when it comes to making male friends—
Probably because nowadays, anyone who does park snowboarding knows someone connected to Shan Chong, who himself is a bit of a difficult and eccentric person. Everyone has been thoroughly PUA’d, so when another similar type comes along, the acceptance level is surprisingly high…
It seems everyone is quite willing to hang out with Beijiao.
So he’s been quite busy these days. During the day, when the snow conditions are good, he practices carving. Sometimes he trains by himself, sometimes he learns from Lao Yan.
In the afternoon, when the snow conditions deteriorate, he heads to the park to mess around.
Once he’s tired from the park, he changes clothes and heads to the “Wuwo” bar via subway to work.
His daily schedule is extremely packed.
The above information comes from Song Die.
At this time, Jiang Ran’s period has ended, and she has been languishing at home for a full seven days. Song Die sent her a request to take lessons, citing the reason that no one is guiding him anymore and he’s almost reached a plateau in his snowboarding. He can now touch the snow with his back edge, but he feels something is off with his posture—
The reason for his anxiety is that Beijiao’s back edge can already touch the snow, and his posture looks correct to the naked eye.
How did he learn it?
When Lao Yan isn’t around, he has no one else to ask (in fact, he doesn’t ask Lao Yan much either), so he just squats in a corner, secretly downloading Jiang Ran’s snowboarding videos on a short video app, putting them on his phone, and analyzing each frame by dragging the progress bar.
“So how does he know his posture is correct?” Jiang Ran is curious. “But you don’t?”
This is where Beijiao’s weirdness lies—
Once he feels something is off, he’ll randomly ask a passerby to record a video for him, then takes a screenshot of the moment in the video where he’s not correct.
Then he looks through Jiang Ran’s videos, even scrolling through twenty videos if necessary, until he finds one with the exact same angle, and takes a screenshot.
Then he directly uses photo editing software to collage the images, one on top of the other, comparing his photo with Jiang Ran’s.
Finally, it’s the “spot the difference” session.
Jiang Ran: “…”
Indeed, super weird.
When they were discussing this deep topic, they were already sitting at the ski resort.
It’s 2 PM, which is Jiang Ran’s usual routine.
It’s been almost a week since they last saw each other, but the ski resort doesn’t feel unfamiliar at all. She slowly changed her shoes, listened to her younger “brother” talk about his hard work and self-improvement, and had only one thought in her mind: will it be awkward when they meet on the slopes?
…She really wants to knock him off his board!
…
Actually, Jiang Ran’s concerns were completely unnecessary, because according to Beijiao’s new schedule, around 2 PM in the afternoon is already his happy time playing in the park.
After seven days, Beijiao can already jump off some small ramps—
He slides down from the starting point on his board, straightens the board, and when he reaches the slope, he takes off into the air following Newton’s second law. In mid-air, he tucks his legs, does a simple grab of the front edge of the board, then stretches out and lands.
Finally, he earns cheers from a small group of people who play in the park.
After a few days, Beijiao found that even though it’s all snowboarding, the atmosphere of different styles seems not entirely the same. In other styles, no one comes to give you a fist bump after you perfectly complete a performance.
As for carving, it goes without saying. Everyone loves the speed and excitement of chasing after someone who’s flying ahead.
“Nice one!” After another successful jump, Datou gives Beijiao a thumbs up. “You’re about to become a master. Damn! Let me check at home tonight if I have any spare park boards you can use. I’ll give you one, so you don’t have to keep borrowing from Lao Yan!”
Beijiao takes off his board, his breathing not yet fully recovered. Upon hearing this, he says “Thanks” but politely declines: “I don’t take other people’s boards. If you’re selling, you can give me a discount.”
“Then where did you get your carving board? The BC RX is pretty expensive. I heard from Lao Yan you’re not even a senior—”
Datou’s voice comes from the side.
And as the saying goes, don’t talk about people during the day and ghosts at night. Before Beijiao has a chance to answer where he got his carving board, he sees the woman who gave him the board walk in from the newly opened refrigerator door.
It’s been seven days since they last saw each other. Beijiao thought he could face her coldly and calmly, but the moment she walked into the Rongchuang, he instinctively looked away…
He even wanted to hide behind Datou.
Datou is puzzled, not knowing what’s wrong with him—after all, none of these people, except Zhao Keyan, knows who Beijiao learned carving from. It seems like the day they met him, he was alone.
When Datou asks what’s wrong, Beijiao doesn’t say anything. He just suspiciously puts on his face guard, covering his face tightly, only his eyes missing the goggles.
“…Although I don’t know who you’re hiding from,” Datou, wearing only a helmet like a hooligan, looks him up and down, “but with your stick-like figure, how many guys over six feet tall do you think can look at you and immediately associate you with being inseparable from the jump and the pole? Even Chong Ge, who’s already the tallest at five foot ten, was considered the tallest around here before.”
At this moment, Beijiao feels his wording is quite dangerous—
What does “inseparable from the jump and the pole” mean?
He clearly still loves carving more.
But he doesn’t know who to talk to about this, since the person who should be listening hasn’t spoken to him in a week…
Why does Song Die know so much about his activities?
Of course, it’s because he let him know.
This double agent has been faithfully reporting everything, including the great progress of touching the snow with his back edge, to Jiang Ran. But that night, he waited until two in the morning, and the little frog head with a lotus leaf never lit up.
That woman probably has no heart.
Thinking of this, Beijiao frowns slightly, thinking maybe he should go back today. But he can’t resist the park kids who are egging him on, urging him to jump a few more rounds and learn advanced tricks like grabbing and spinning in the air.
He couldn’t refuse their enthusiasm. Like a thief, he glanced at Jiang Ran and Song Die, who were working on their moves on the intermediate slope, and silently prayed they wouldn’t come over.
And just as he feared, about half an hour later.
On Beijiao’s third attempt to do an aerial 360° flat spin, which ended in failure, he landed and rolled like a bottle all the way to the edge of the slope, getting tangled in the protective netting…
Amidst the chaotic laughter of the crowd, he heard the sound of snowboards cutting through the snow with great force and speed not far away!
Startled, he lifts his head and sees a figure beside him, who suddenly pushes off the board, creating a massive wall of snow that pours down!
In the midst of the swirling snow, the light above is blocked by a figure. The woman, who he hasn’t seen in nearly ten days, stands by his side, separated by the protective netting between the park and the advanced slope, looking down at him…
Her gaze is calm, slightly cold.
Apparently, she had seen the entire scene of him rolling on the snow.
He pats the snow off his shoulders, somewhat awkwardly pulling the red mesh netting off his snowboard, then pulls down his face mask, hesitating whether to say anything—
But she doesn’t give him the chance, turns around and slides away directly.
Leaving behind a group of bewildered park kids, Datou comes over and pokes the teenager sitting behind the net with one finger: “When did you offend Jiang Ran? Did you argue with her online?”
They don’t even think Beijiao could know Jiang Ran, so they didn’t consider that possibility at all.
So the only possible reason for being splashed with snow and disliked like this is that he had a big argument with her under some snowboarding-related topic and fought for three hundred rounds…
Beijiao neither confirms nor denies, just pats off the snow she “gifted” him, and says nothing.
…
The incident occurred an hour later. At that time, Beijiao’s 360-degree flat spin, driven by the thought of “no more falls, or it’s all over if she sees,” was barely taking shape.
When he lands and doesn’t stand steady, his knees heavily hit the ground. He doesn’t hear anyone else’s voice—
No laughter, no teaching instructions telling him where he went wrong. The surroundings are eerily silent. He looks around, puzzled.
That’s when he notices the park people have gathered again. The last time he saw this scene wasn’t a good omen.
He stands up, takes off his board, walks over to the group, and hears Datou exclaiming in shock: “Wasn’t the surgery successful?! Why is he retiring because of an injury? Isn’t he going to the Beijing Olympics? Aren’t we going to get any gold medals at home?!”
Shan Chong has retired.
The announcement was just made.
“How did he retire—”
“Who knows, he fell pretty hard a while ago, but it shouldn’t be enough for him to retire. Which park rider hasn’t been sponsored by the orthopedic department first? Is it really that serious?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Neither do I.”
“Maybe he got scared? Then he’s just a coward?”
“What about the Beijing Winter Olympics then? Not getting any gold medals at home, isn’t that embarrassing? We’ve been shouting about developing winter sports for years, right? Isn’t this making us a laughingstock? My God, I not only can’t understand, I can’t even accept it!”
The chatter continues. Beijiao stands beside them with his board hugged to his chest. These days playing in the park have made him clearly understand what “Shan Chong” means to the domestic park riders…
His retirement took away the dreams of many people on the spot.
Some can’t accept it and start cursing directly.
Beijiao listens to their angry and emotional cursing, slightly frowning. He can’t help but casually say in a moderate tone: “Have you considered that his retirement might be because of his family…”
Someone hears him, immediately wants to argue and curse back, but when they turn around and see it’s Beijiao speaking, they cautiously shut their mouth—
They all know that Yang Yitong, a jerk that everyone combined efforts for three years couldn’t get rid of, was sent away in less than a week through Beijiao’s combined methods.
As for why Yang Yitong needed to be sent away, Lao Yan gave a mysterious reason: for justice.
At this moment, the messenger of justice, upon hearing the news of this stranger’s retirement, which has nothing to do with him, feels something is off. Instinctively, he looks up and notices that at the starting point of the adjacent advanced slope, there’s only Song Die left.
He switches to his carving board and intercepts him halfway, asking: “Where’s Jiang Ran?”
Song Die, somewhat bewildered by the sudden and fierce question from someone who appeared out of nowhere, replies: “What’s wrong? She suddenly said she needs a ten-minute break…”
Beijiao holds himself back from cursing, just turns his head and slides down without a word.
…
Beijiao carries his snowboard, almost turning the entire Rongchuang Snow World upside down in his search for a person.
He checks the coffee shop, the restaurant, the lounge, and even asks strangers to check the women’s restroom and changing room…
Finally, he finds her by her own car.
A black Mercedes SUV, the driver’s seat is empty, but the large vehicle can perfectly hide a person behind the car door…
Jiang Ran leans against the car door, one hand holding a coffee cup, the other holding her phone.
She refreshes the comment section of Shan Chong’s retirement announcement news for the 800th time. The screen’s glow flickers, reflecting on her face. The woman’s face rarely shows emotion as she reads through the barrage of abusive comments: “Disappointed,” “Let down the country and the coaches,” “Unfollow,” “I must have been blind to believe in you”—
Those who gathered around him during his peak suddenly scatter as expected.
The comment section becomes their outlet for expressing their determination, as if they truly loved this athlete, and were emotionally invested in every one of his training sessions.
How ridiculous.
Jiang Ran takes a sip of scalding black coffee, the bitter liquid making her shiver. At this moment, she sees a comment—
【It’s already a blessing from heaven to be able to safely release this announcement. The people who speak ill of him will never know how grateful the people who stood by the ICU door that night are for the gods of Changbai Mountain allowing you to return safely.
Wishing you safety every day.
Peace be with you.
May your future life be smooth and free from disasters and pain.】
The four words “safe return” seem to have gained warmth, even becoming scalding hot to the point where she nearly drops what she’s holding. Her breathing grows heavy as she opens the comments section, wanting to say something…
Her fingers hover over the phone screen, but her mind is blank.
She’s been spacing out for too long to notice someone approaching.
“Coffee is going to spill.”
A hoarse male voice sounds in her ear.
Then a hand reaches out from beside her, taking the hot coffee that was almost slipping from her hand. As if afraid of startling her, he gently places it on the car hood.
Her hands are empty, but Jiang Ran doesn’t immediately look up. She seems blind or deaf, just staring blankly at her phone until it too is confiscated.
“Stop looking,” the young man said with a hint of impatience. “Those insults are just the same old things repeated over and over—nothing special. If you want to hear them, I can curse at you myself.”
Her hands were completely empty before she slowly raised her head—
The young man standing before her was still clad in his snow gear, casually propping his snowboard against the wall. He stood before her, looking down with a mix of irritation and cautiousness, as if she were some kind of highly flammable or explosive object.
Yet she merely smiled at him.
In his eyes, those long, curled lashes, damp with moisture, fluttered pitifully.
“Do you admit defeat?”
She asked in a hoarse voice.
“What?”
Knowing full well that what was coming next wouldn’t be pleasant, he reluctantly retorted.
With fragmented breaths, she spoke slowly, “I told you, everyone will eventually leave for one reason or another. If that’s the case, then it’s better to…”
She choked up, then fell into silence.
Beijiao froze in place, staring at the upturned corners of her lips. He wanted to tell her to stop smiling—that her smile looked even more pitiful than tears.
But the words stuck in my throat, not a single one could come out.
Don’t even think about arguing with her—not a chance.
He’s done for.
Before he could fully comprehend the chain of cause and effect, he had already reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
After seven days, the familiar scent returned to his nostrils, and an unprecedented sense of security settled in his embrace. He heard his own heartbeat thunderous…
The next second.
My heart trembled violently again because of her sudden, sobbing gasp.
“I’m not leaving.”
His voice hoarse, he pressed her head firmly against his chest with his large hand, as if trying to contain her tears within his embrace—
“Forget about being an apprentice then… Fuck! I swear I won’t go anywhere, alright?”
Her voice was low, like the wailing of a stray cat swaying in the stormy night.
“Seriously, Jiang Ran, I swear I’m gonna lose my mind because of you… Fine, I won’t be your apprentice, but I’ll still listen to you, okay? Starting today, if you say east, I won’t even glance west.”
The seven-day-long war has ended.
“Stop crying.”
Women’s tears win the day.
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