Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

After the words fell, the air became deathly quiet, and the gaze cast on Bai Wenqiu turned sour, soaked in the taste of hesitating to speak.

The smile on Bai Wenqiu's mouth stopped completely, but his good upbringing made him just squeeze the hand under the sleeve tightly, and the fingertips were blue and white.

And Song Zui just stood up slowly from the chair, stuffed the corners of the book into the schoolbag, looking blankly from the bottom up.

The people below thought that the boy could not speak English, so they went to the chair and introduced: "This is Hugh René, a famous skier. He asked if you would like to learn skiing from him."

Everyone looked at Song Zui, saying that they were not envious would be a lie, money alone would not be able to hire this world's top coach, so they don't know why they are attracted to him.

Just when they thought the boy would agree without hesitation, Song Zui asked cautiously, "Are you taking money?"

Everyone: ......... Is this a question that should be considered? ? !

The young man nodded and agreed after hearing that he didn't need money, Bai Wenqiu still had no smile on his face, and the people around comforted Bai Wenqiu in a low voice.

"I can't understand even if I go there, maybe I don't even know the words of skiing, I can only gesture with my hands."

"It's definitely not as good as you after learning."

"Look at how weak he is, how many times he has to fall on the snow, it's a good show."

Hugh Rene led Song Zui away from the crowd to a quiet snow field, and he turned to look at the boy beside him with worry in his eyes.

This unidentified Chinese boy has a slender body and skin as white as white paper. He can't even block the cold wind of the Alps, let alone ski on the steep mountains.

"I'll teach you to adapt to the snowboard first." He gestured with his hands and said, "Fix the front foot, put the weight on the back foot, and step on the snowboard front and back."

Movement still couldn't overcome the effect of language. He was not sure how to express the word center of gravity with gestures when he suddenly heard the boy say, "I can understand English."

Hugh René breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he stopped gesturing: "Then lift the snowboard with your front foot and keep it balanced on the ground. After you become proficient, you can still turn in circles on the spot."

The boy stepped on the snowboard and asked, "Is the standing posture of the two feet like this, or do I need to adjust it?"

"Open it a little more."

Hugh René praised Song Zui's English while attending class: "You speak very good English and you can't even hear the accent. Do you live abroad?"

France is not a country that likes to speak English. The accent is not a strange thing. Every country has its own accent. Some people even deliberately emphasize that every country has its own accent. In his opinion To be able to speak English is enough to give Britain and the United States face.

He's not a compliment to the teenager, he really can't hear the accent at all, which means he either grew up abroad or puts a lot of effort into it.

Song Zui denied it.

He just imitates the original sound on the radio when he has time. At the beginning, he couldn't even read it. If he fails once, he will try it a hundred times a thousand times. Learning is the easiest thing for him.

He followed the coach's instructions and tried to slide in a short distance. Hugh Rene's voice came from behind: "The legs can be retracted."

"May I know how many degrees to charge in?"

The boy stopped and asked.

The question of the degree caught Hugh René. In his eyes, skiing is both a sport and an art. Everyone adapts to different angles and there is no precise number.

However, he still gave an approximate range: "About fifteen degrees."

Song Zui silently remembered that it was the first time for Xio to see a newcomer who discussed skiing as an academic issue, and every detail would be accurately determined, just like experimenting in a laboratory with a beaker.

Although people in the distance couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them, the skiing hadn't started for three hours, and you and I talked about each other.

"I haven't even entered the door for three hours, and I can skate by myself in two hours."

"What's the use of Hugh Rene's teaching as I said earlier? No or no, it's a waste of time."

"Unfortunately, it's not Wenqiu who taught me."

Bai Wenqiu's clenched hands relaxed. He didn't understand why Hugh chose Song Zui. He looked at the almost vertical mountain, but skiing is not an easy task.

Since he was a child, his mother told him that he does not need to be proficient in everything, but he must know a little bit of everything. This is in line with his background. Even if he skied since he was a child, he did not dare to challenge Lagrave's vertical landing.

The price of skiing is not low, not everyone can get in touch with skiing, Song Zui looked like he had never skied before, and he was out of place among them.

Song Zui still learned at his own pace, and the next thing he learned was how to brake. Hugh René demonstrated two movements for him.

"There are two main types of brakes. Plow brakes are easy to get started but slow in speed. Parallel brakes are difficult to get started but can stop quickly. Do you choose plow brakes or parallel brakes? I suggest you choose plow brakes."

Song Zui chose the second option without any hesitation. He is used to doing his best in everything and leaving no room for himself.

Hugh Rene did not expect that the boy would choose the parallel style, which is difficult to get started. The difficulty of the parallel style lies in the center of gravity, but what surprised him was that the boy learned very quickly.

When the last movement was taught, he said, "You can start skiing. You can choose a height you like. If you are afraid, you can move on flat ground."

The young man hummed obediently.

Compared with most people on the ski field, his movements are not fast. He just picked up his ski equipment, adjusted the snow goggles and helmet and prepared to ski.

This is his first time skiing on a snow-capped mountain. He was born in the southwest with abundant rain and has never seen snow. In the past, he hoped to be able to ski on a 100-meter snow field. There was only one dilapidated skating rink in the county.

The curly-haired boy tried skiing on the flat ground, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the ski equipment, he began to slide on the snow, making a rustling sound as the snowball passed by.

As the ground got steeper and the snowboard got faster and faster, he could even hear the rumbling wind in his ears. Just when the speed was so fast that he was about to lose control, his center of gravity shifted to his left foot, and he flattened his left toe and pushed the slope with the heel edge.

Hugh René's eyes showed appreciation. He originally thought that this slender Chinese boy was not suitable for sports, but he didn't expect that he was not like a novice on the snow field, just like an elf walking through the snow.

He originally only came here because of Assistant Fang's call, but the boy himself is a good young man for skiing. Unfortunately, he is not tall. With such long legs, he should be able to grow to 1.8 meters.

But this pity was replaced by a deep shock in the next second, perhaps because the young man was proficient in snowboarding and jumped onto the vertical platform close to the ground!

The 230-meter vertical skiing can be regarded as an extreme sport. Even experienced skiers dare not try it lightly, but Song Zui easily slid down the ice.

Being able to maintain stability under high-speed sliding means that the control of the body is abnormally good. Hugh Rene did not see the slightest fear in the eyes of the young man.

He couldn't help being curious about the other party's occupation, not like a bookish student, but like a knife edge licking blood, this thought just passed by.

Everyone present was watching intently, even those who laughed at Song Zui were not consciously attracted, and after a moment of recovery, they opened their mouths sourly.

"It's not particularly pretty either."

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that I can skate better than everyone else? Originally, I thought Wenqiu's skating was good enough."

"Hugh René taught well."

Hearing everyone's words, Bai Wenqiu tightened his hands, and instead of staying on the ski field, he walked back to the hotel. Xu Ning, who was keenly paying attention to Bai Wenqiu, hurriedly followed.

The assistant in the office received the video taken by Hugh Rene, and he sent the two-minute-long video to He Shanting: "Look, Song Zui can ski."

"It's not too late to tell me that he will have a baby."

The man concentrates on reviewing documents.

Assistant Fang: ...

Outsiders have many speculations about the reason why He Shanting is alone, what is hurt by love, what is the shadow of childhood, but he thinks it is normal for He Shanting to be single, where can he find a wife with such a temperament?

Assistant Fang was used to his boss's lukewarmness. He sorted out the meeting materials and left the office. The man took a sip of the black tea in the bone china cup and continued to review the documents.

I don't know how long it took for He Shanting to put down the last document, his eyes naturally paused on the screen next to the document, and he clicked on the video without showing emotion.

The boy on the snowboard slid down from the top of the mountain. His frail body contained amazing flexibility. He was so close as if he was touching the screen, and he could hear the boy's uneven panting.

His eyes stopped on the boy's tightly buttoned neck, and he was wearing the ski suit he bought, as if imprinted with his brand.

After realizing this, the man's fingertips moved up slowly, and tapped lightly on the boy's soft lips through the screen.