Coach: Coaching the Grizzlies at the beginning, playing the bantam

There were bronze bells hanging from the eaves of the ancient stage. Hannah imitated the fans by swinging her sleeves, and her silk handkerchief got stuck in the lantern frame.

The administrator held up a bamboo pole and poked while muttering: "We just rescued a silk scarf the day before yesterday, and it turned into a rag after being soaked in hot spring water."

The red handkerchief fell and covered Lu Yong's head. The smell of rouge made him sneeze three times.

The stone mill in the tofu shop was oozing with milky white juice. Hannah grabbed the wooden handle and pushed the mill. The soybeans jumped into her collar, making her twist into a knot.

The old master sprinkled some brine on the tofu and said, "With the strength you put in, the result will be nothing more than a bean curd mask at best."

She drank three bowls of soy milk in a fit of anger, and her burping startled the sparrows that were stealing food on the beams.

"The blacksmith shop can make your own rings!" Hannah held up the tongs to clamp the red-hot iron sheet, and sparks flew onto her apron, burning a small hole.

The old blacksmith grabbed the tool and said, "Last month, a young couple melted their silver bracelets into iron lumps."

Instead, she carved her name on the edge of the cooling pool, and the letters twisted into wavy lines when the mist rose.

There were herbal bags floating in the hot spring foot bath, and Hannah curled her feet into a ball: "It's like making pig's trotter soup!"

The bathing lady scooped up hot water and said: "Emperor Qianlong used to bathe in this pool. The water temperature was eight degrees higher than it is today."

When she jumped out of the pool screaming, a maple leaf was stuck on the stone steps like a rice cake.

The lanterns were covered with rice paper, emitting warm yellow light. Hannah picked up a pen and painted the red eyes of the rabbit lantern.

The hand trembled and the painting turned into cross-eyed. The stall owner tried to make amends by saying, "This is called the new style of painting the lion's eyes."

When she was carrying the lamp around, she knocked over the paint rack, and the cinnabar dots splashed onto the tip of her nose, forming a rouge mole.

Sparks were cascading from the tree-blowing performance. Hannah raised her head and opened her mouth to catch a piece of iron water.

Lu Yong stuffed a pear into her mouth and said, "Last quarter, someone's dentures were bent by the burns."

The old craftsman swung out a new arc, the golden flowers exploding in the night sky were reflected in her pupils, and her eyelashes were stained with fine light dust.

The storyteller in the ancient teahouse banged the wake-up stick, and Hannah imitated others to crack melon seeds, and her front teeth got stuck in the gap.

The waiter held back his laughter and handed over the tongs: "You have to eat the spiced melon seeds vertically, just like the squirrels."

She changed her job and started peeling pine nuts and threw them into the storyteller's tea bowl, splashing the handwritten copy of "The Yang Family Generals".

The wishing well turtle had its back full of coins, and Hannah threw a coin and hit the turtle's head.

The old man guarding the pond knocked on the gong: "Auspicious sign! The girl who got hit by the gong last Mid-Autumn Festival will get married at the end of this year."

She secretly fished out a wishing coin as a souvenir, and fished out a Kangxi Tongbao coin with green algae stuck to it.

The apricots were covered with candied fruit and icing sugar. Hannah took a bite of half a piece and it was so sour that she cried.

The shopkeeper clapped his legs and said happily: "This jar is the one that is stained with wine, and the one next to it is the one that is pickled with sugar."

She drank the whole cup of herbal tea to dilute the sour taste, and the tea stems stood upright at the bottom of the cup to form a heart.

There were incandescent lights on backstage in the shadow play, and Hannah knocked over the lamp stand while fiddling with the Guan Yu shadow puppet.

The troupe owner tried to save the curtain: "Last time the lamp oil was spilled, and it burned Zhang Fei's beard into instant noodle curls."

She bought a whole set of shadow puppets as an apology, and the donkey skin Zhao Yun wrapped around Lu Bu's Fang Tian Ji in a plastic bag.

The pottery jars in the ancient wine cellar were arranged in an army formation. Hannah secretly dipped into the wine to taste it and was so spicy that she cried.

The winemaker opened the jar and said, "You were not even born when this jar of daughter's red wine was buried."

She insisted on throwing her phone in to take a video, and the flash scared the alcohol bugs so much that they crawled all over the walls of the jar.

The night watchman's gong scared away a night owl, and Hannah grabbed the clapper and started beating it randomly.

"Knocking five times at 3:15 pm on the evening of the 11th will ruin the feng shui!" The night watchman took back his tools.

She kept asking about the good and bad luck, but the compass needle was stuck in the hot spring steam and spinning.

There was a buckwheat pillow on the kang at the homestay, and Hannah turned over and pressed the secret compartment of the kang piano to make a sound.

When he opened the diary, he found it was yellowed. The shopkeeper snatched it away in panic: "This is my great-grandmother's love letter. Young couple, don't follow her example and try to elope."

As the moonlight shone through the window, she poked Lu Yong in the waist and said, "You want to keep this diary and let my great-granddaughter find it."

Morning mist covered the dripping tiles. Hannah lifted the steamer to steal the buns and burned her fingertips. The cook handed her a colander and said, "The first basket is for the Kitchen God. Eating it will protect your stomach."

She nibbled on the offerings as she strolled around, and the incense ashes floated into the soy milk and formed flocs.

The pottery bar's pottery throwing machines spun out waves of mud, and the rims of the bowls pinched by Hannah were bent into abstract paintings.

The old master held her wrist and said: "During the Hongwu period, this skill could be exchanged for three dou of rice."

She instead carved a secret code on the bottom of the cup, which after drying in the shade became an indistinguishable moon with rough edges.

On the way back, there was a thin layer of ice on the hot spring channel and Hannah fell down when she stepped on the ice.

The laundry lady pulled her out and said, "This ice hole is for people who are destined to fall. The girl who fell here last year is here today with her baby to fulfill her wish."

She rubbed her tailbone and glared at Lu Yong: "If you dare to take a photo, I'll melt your camera!"

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The next day, hail fell from the sky.

"The windowsill is tap dancing!" Hannah was hit on the forehead by hailstones as big as walnuts as soon as she opened the curtains.

Lu Yong held up a coffee cup and leaned close to the French window: "The weather station said this is the biggest hailstorm in Zhangjiakou in April."

Before he could finish his words, a power outage warning like an air raid sirens suddenly sounded throughout the hotel.

The bedside telephone buzzed, and the girl at the front desk spoke in a Hebei accent mixed with the sound of electricity: "The power truck will be here in half an hour. Do you want candles?"

Hannah was rummaging through the suitcase in the dark, and the power bank hit the corner of the table and bounced into the trash can.

Lu Yong lit a match and illuminated the emergency exit sign on the wall. In the green light, two tufts of hair stood up on her head.

"Oat noodle dumplings with mutton soup!" Hannah swiped the food delivery app, and the hailstones hit the phone screen, leaving ripples on it.

The rider who accepted the order sent a voice message: "Girl, please change your shop. The roof of my eDonkey has been chiseled into a sieve by hail."

She ordered Huai'an tofu skin instead, and filled the remarks column with "more spicy and more vinegar", which was judged as a violation by the system.

When the power supply was restored, the food delivery robot was stuck at the elevator entrance and dripping water.

Lu Yong brought back the soaked bag: "The smoked meat meal has turned into a hot spring feast."

Hannah squeezed the marinade from the bottom of the takeout box. The sauce-colored liquid drew a crooked-faced figure on the porcelain plate, and it looked like a shadow play when projected on the projector screen.

"'Zhangjiakou Love Story' scores 2.1!" Lu Yong tried to hold back his laughter as he flipped through the on-demand system.

Hannah grabbed the remote control: "I want to watch this one. The kissing scene was filmed in the Yam Cellar."

As soon as the opening credits appeared, the fire sprinkler head was accidentally activated, and the two people wrapped in bath towels watched the hero and heroine screaming and breaking up in the artificial rain.

Room service pushed over the dehumidifier, and Hannah spread her damp socks over the vent.

The hot air brought out the smell of peppercorns, which made Lu Yong sneeze and knock over the chessboard. "Cannon two, level five!"

She moved the chess piece in a dishonest way, and the ivory chess piece, covered with snot, slid out of the border between Chu and Han.

When the waiter knocked on the door to collect the plates, the pawn got stuck in the crack of the door and acted as a wedge.

The afternoon sky was steel blue, and Hannah took out her Switch and connected it to the TV.

"Do you want to play in the kitchen?" She manipulated the little cook to knock over the soup pot that Lu Yong was carrying.

When the smoke alarm sounded in the game, the real fire alarm suddenly resonated. The old man next door rushed in with a fire extinguisher, and when he saw the pixel flames on the screen, he covered his heart with his hands.

"This level requires cooperation!" Lu Yong swung the handle and milk tea splashed out, and the joy-con drifted into vibration mode.

Hannah's chef is stuck in the spice cabinet, twitching, and sashimi is flying all over the screen.

The moment the clearance animation popped up, the TV plug short-circuited due to moisture, and the fireworks on the screen turned into snowy noise.

In the evening, the hail turned into freezing rain, and Hannah called the food delivery number: "I want three servings of sugar sesame cookies!"

The operator laughed out loud: "The cook said the dough is frozen, would you please make do with compressed biscuits?" She took out the instant noodles and found the seasoning packet was frozen. Lu Yong heated it with a hair dryer, and the plastic film expanded into a balloon, bursting all over the bed.

"My phone has a signal!" Hannah checked the hotel's official Weibo account: "The live broadcast said that the kitchen was holding a hailstone carving competition."

In the video, the hailstones carved by Celery hit the watermelon, and the hailstone dumplings made by the pastry chef sank into the pot.

She crushed up instant noodle residue to participate in the competition, and her work "Meteorite Instant Noodles" won praise from three robot fans.

Lu Yong took out the Bluetooth speaker and played jazz music, while Hannah danced the waltz on pillows.

As she spun, she kicked off her slippers and hit the smoke alarm accurately. The security guard rushed in with a walkie-talkie, and the two of them were frozen into plaster statues in the beam of the flashlight.

"According to the sound! Accidentally touched!" She pointed at the lazy trumpet solo playing on the speakers.

The guest room projector projected the starry sky mode, and Hannah took apart the tin foil lunch box and folded the moon.

The reflection of the aluminum foil hit the robot vacuum cleaner, and the disc ran around the room and hit the wall.

The electronic fence set up by Lu Yong failed, and the robot started singing "Happy Birthday" in the corridor. After receiving complaints, it was taken hostage at the service desk.

"Discover the treasure channel!" Hannah called up the hotel surveillance split screen, and the camera was facing the stray cats in the back alley.

The calico cat was kicking hailstones like balls, but its claws slipped and it fell into the snow pile, turning into an ice cream.

She frantically pressed the virtual feeding button, and the front desk called to warn her: "If you press it again, you will be charged for virtual cat food!"

The power truck roared away late at night, and Hannah put the hailstones into a red wine barrel: "Homemade smoothies are in need of condensed milk."

Lu Yong secretly opened the tea bag and used it as an ingredient. The Ceylon black tea mixed with ice chips burned his throat.

She insisted that she could taste the citrus notes in the top notes, so she folded the guest room note into a taste record sheet and stuffed it into the bottle.

When the bathroom mirror fogs up, Hannah draws the comic strip The Adventures of Prince Hail.

Lu Yong added a sneeze to disperse the dark clouds, and water droplets flowed down and flooded the castle.

She tried to save the painting by rubbing it with a dry towel, and static sparks crackled like special effects. The two people in the mirror reflection looked like silhouettes in a comic book dialog box.

The next morning, the hail clouds were dyed through by the morning light, and Hannah was waiting for the food delivery truck through the window.

Lu Yong lifted the blanket and wrapped her up: "The chef said that Hailstone stewed with pancakes will be ready soon."

Before he finished speaking, an evacuation announcement sounded throughout the building.

The two of them ran to the fire escape with snacks in their arms. The chess soldier in Hannah's pocket fell into the emergency light cover, and the metal reflection turned into a beacon.

Morning time.

"The steps are covered in bronze rust!" Hannah squatted down and poked at the mineralized rock steps of Xiao Wutai Mountain, her fingertips covered with peacock blue powder.

Lu Yong unfolded the scenic area guide map: "This is a Quaternary glacial scratch. What you are touching is 200,000 years old."

Before she could finish her words, she smeared blue powder all over her palms, and the phone case instantly turned into an old artifact.

A film of iridescent oil floated on the pine needle path, and Hannah stepped on the reflective spot and waltzed.

The ranger held up a telescope and reminded: "That's the secretion of the petroleum beetle. If it sticks to the soles of your shoes, you need to wipe it with rosin."

Her gold-label sneakers were clinging to the remains of three wings, and every step she took caused the wings to vibrate like wind chimes.

The alpine meadow was steaming with earthy air, and Hannah had just laid down when she was pricked by the grass and bounced back.

"This grass has barbed thorns!" She lifted the hem of her clothes to check her waistline and found that the grass leaves had left a fern-like imprint on her skin.

The professor of ecology passed by and helped the mirror: "The maidenhair fern mimics the body, which proves that your fat layer is thin enough."

"Golden lotus can eat cell phones!" Hannah squatted next to the boundary marker of the nature reserve to take a selfie, and the flower disk suddenly turned towards the reflection point of the camera.

The researcher in the jacket pressed her phone: "Strong light can induce photostress response in plants."

She used a lipstick mirror to reflect the sunlight, and the entire flower field seemed to be undulating like waves chasing the light spots.

The Hawk-Magpie Observatory was covered with spider webs. Hannah grabbed the telescope and scanned it: "There's a ball of fur at ten o'clock!"

The ranger adjusted the focus and suppressed his laughter: "That was a weather balloon abandoned in 2018."

She insisted on writing it down in her observation diary, and the tip of her pen pierced through the manuscript paper to draw a UFO with a long tail.

There were scaly ice floating on the ancient cirque lake. Hannah threw stones to skip on the water, and the stones hit the buoy in the center of the lake and bounced back to hit the drone.

The surveyor in camouflage uniform rushed out of the bushes: "This machine just detected the traces of the North China leopard last week!"

The last image transmitted back on the screen was her frightened reflection cut into barcodes by the ripples.

"The mushroom ring moves!" Hannah exclaimed, pointing at the white mushroom ring.

Mycologist scraped the sample: "The mycelium expands three centimeters a day, which is the time it takes to untie your shoelaces."

Before she finished speaking, the canvas shoe on her left foot had been tangled into a cocoon by the mycelium.

Lu Yong used a trekking pole to pick up the mycelium, and a miniature chicken mushroom sprouted out from the tip of the pole.

The spiral staircase in the fire tower was rusty, and Hannah's skirt got caught by the rust halfway up.

The officer on duty tossed over the fire axe: “This is what it looked like after the 2016 ice disaster.”

When she split the rusty net, an old bird's nest fell down, and three fossil eggs shone with agate patterns in the sunlight, scaring the inspector so much that he went straight to the list of protected animals.

The birch gully was filled with the sweet aroma of resin. Hannah secretly picked at the scabs to taste the flavor, and her tongue became numb and she did a tap dance.

The plant protection worker sprayed the antidote: "This red birch has just been treated with insect repellent tar."

When she was rinsing her mouth, she was surprised to see amber sugar crystals in her hair reflected in the stream.

"The weather station sells canned clouds!" Hannah pointed to the cumulus cloud model in the vending machine.

The researcher inserted a coin and took out the bottle of mist: "This is a condensation nucleus experiment package. Last year, a child

She had unscrewed the bottle cap to release the water vapor, and a mini rainbow formed an arch in the sunlight, reaching directly to the sweat beads on the ends of Lu Yong's hair.

There was an infrared camera at the mountain goat observation point, and Hannah made faces at the camera.

The night vision mode dilated her pupils into an alien creature, shocking the monitor so much that he restarted the system.

She slipped a note into the equipment box: "Please add my blush to the photo of the mountain goat if you take it."

The spiritual stone formations at the site of the ancient altar were covered with lichens. As Hannah took a step forward to play hopscotch, the bronze sacrificial vessels suddenly resonated and hummed.

The archaeological team set up a cordon: "Sound waves will stimulate underground quartz veins."

When her heel got stuck in the crack of the rock, the moss on the ground turned into gold foil at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This cloud has a hooked beak!" Hannah screamed while lying on the cloud viewing platform.

The meteorological expert adjusted the anemometer: "It's a rare cirrus anvil, seven minutes later."

Before he finished speaking, the clouds had been torn into pieces, and the falling ice crystals rolled into pearls on the sunscreen film.

She collected half a bottle to use as blush glitter.

The Dark Sky Camp lit up with laser pointers, and Hannah pointed at the Milky Way to indicate the constellations.

The administrator rushed over and confiscated the tools: "Lasers can interfere with radio telescopes. Last month, the Chinese Academy of Sciences lost a set of pulsar data."

She changed to dancing by waving glow sticks, and the fireflies awakened in the grass flickered to the rhythm.

In the early morning, the dew condensed into glass beads. Hannah opened the tent to pick them up and accidentally cut the wire of the environmental monitor.

A shrill alarm sounded in the morning mist, and the early-morning researchers rushed out of the cabin carrying their equipment.

She sneaked back to the camp holding the dewdrop bottle. The water droplets in the bottle formed a crescent shape, which perfectly overlapped with Lu Yong's pendant.

The hood of the return shuttle was covered with jays. Hannah threw nuts to attract the birds and got her nail polish pecked.

The driver braked hard to scare away the birds: "This car paint is specially made to repel birds, but your nail glitter attracts them."

She covered her bald nails and found that in the reflection of the car window, the cloud waterfall behind the mountain was swallowing up all the footprints she had made in the morning. (End of this chapter)