Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chen Pei did not stay long. He reminded Song Xun to be careful and left. He looked as if he had been severely shocked and was in a trance.

Exhausted, Song Xun took off his snowboard, spread it out and sat on it to rest for a while.

A passing tourist stopped in front, took out his mobile phone and pointed it in one direction to record a video.

Song Xun turned his head and looked over. It was the nearly vertical snow trail that he saw when he first entered the ski resort. At this time, a black figure appeared on it.

On such a steep slope, the figure walked as if on flat ground, relaxed and powerful, and seemed to be soaring in the air above the white boundary line.

Song Xun opened his eyes wide, and the figure reflected in his eyes flipped in the air and landed steadily. Snowflakes fluttered in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

On that figure, freedom and passion mixed and radiated. Regardless of the shape and appearance, it was just a simple shadow, warm and handsome, dazzling and eye-catching.

My heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and the sound entered my ears one by one, as if the only sound in the world was the beating in my chest.

At first sight, Song Xun recognized the figure, even though he had knocked him to the ground not long ago.

Sure enough, those who can be the protagonist are all outstanding and dazzling.

Song Xun picked up his snowboard, his mood suddenly excited, and walked towards the intermediate-level ski slope.

Until he could no longer stop running in the cold wind, he still didn't understand who had given him the courage to run here and seek death.

The slope of the medium-difficulty snow track was much steeper, and the speed was completely out of control. Song Xun felt panicked and wanted to stop by falling backwards, but the excessive speed and steeper slope made him even more uneasy.

Song Xun's whole body began to become unstable, and he realized it belatedly and felt scared.

"Shoulders should be aligned with the board and knees should be bent."

A calm voice sounded at the side, and Zheng Lanxing appeared not far away from him, keeping a gliding distance from him.

Song Xun instinctively wanted to turn his head, but Zheng Lanxing reminded him, "Look straight ahead, keep your center of gravity steady, and keep your shoulders, eyes, and sliding direction in the same direction."

With someone guiding him by his side, Song Xun was no longer as panicked as before. He followed Zheng Lanxing's instructions and gradually stabilized himself.

With an inexplicable sense of security, the refreshing wind surrounds the body, everything seems to be taking a backseat, and in the intense pursuit of excitement, the whole body and mind are focused on the present moment.

Tasks, anxiety, fear, these things buried deep in his heart were emptied. At this moment, he seemed to be free from all constraints.

The only time Song Xun slid down a snow track from beginning to end, he finally sat down on the ground at the end of the track due to exhaustion.

During this period, Zheng Lanxing followed him throughout.

"That's right." Zheng Lanxing stretched out his hand. Song Xun had no strength to get up, so he placed his hand on his palm and was pulled up.

The feeling of joy filled his breath. Song Xun looked at Zheng Lanxing with shining eyes and praised sincerely, "You are amazing."

Not only is he great at skiing, he is also great at teaching.

Song Xun had never tried skiing, or any stimulating and intense sports. No one had ever taken him to try it. Of course, he himself was also resisting it.

But today, all of these were broken, and he liked it very much, very much liked such moments.

Looking at the pair of eyes that were looking at him with full of love, Zheng Lanxing's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if Song Xun was speaking with sugar in his throat, sticky and greasy.