For about two seconds, the entire medical room was as quiet as a graveyard in the off-season.
The man called K froze, unable to move. Having the privilege of witnessing a big shot’s anger firsthand, he couldn’t even refute when asked, “Who do you think you are?”
After all, besides being in the wrong, he truly wasn’t anything special in front of Shan Chong.
However, the man didn’t give him a chance to explain.
After speaking, he turned towards the bed, quickly scanning the girl from head to toe to assess the situation—
Not bad, though her hair was a bit messy, and her complexion was rosy.
Her round eyes were bright and moist.
But her lips were slightly parted, looking a bit dazed.
He had almost thought he was coming to collect a corpse.
After determining in a second that she was fine, his temper flared. He roughly grabbed the borrowed wheelchair and tossed it in front of Wei Zhi, asking, “Where did you fall? Do you need this?”
Wei Zhi was a bit stunned.
She hadn’t even reacted yet, just staring blankly at the glasses cloth big shot who suddenly appeared in front of her—
His voice was too familiar.
Especially when scolding.
As he lost patience, clicking his tongue and reaching out to grab her right ankle, preparing to personally check where she had fallen… His large hand gripped the ski boot she hadn’t yet mustered the courage to remove, and the pain brought Wei Zhi back to her senses.
She cried out “Ah!” in pain, instinctively shrinking back.
Shan Chong immediately let go of her: “You hurt your foot?”
At this moment, the man had one hand on the edge of the hospital bed, leaning down slightly to get closer to her… Wei Zhi stared intently at the high bridge of his nose just inches away, and the mole on it.
When she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find her voice hoarse: “Who… are you?”
She spoke slowly, even though she already had some idea in her heart—
But that idea involved a truth that was truly too shocking, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid this guess.
Despairingly, the man in front of her raised an eyebrow slightly at her words, quietly looking at her… That expression, whatever he meant to convey, probably wouldn’t be the reassuring answer of “just a concerned bystander.”
Trembling, she raised her hand and, through the air, waved it vaguely, covering the lower half of the man’s face within her field of vision…
Squinting slightly, as her pale hand hovered in the air, gradually covering his lips, his nose, and then moving upwards until revealing a pair of eyes—
Those dark pupils, possessed an overbearing aura when silent.
“Do you know now?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Who am I?”
…………………………. You’re my ancestor.
Wei Zhi shuddered, lowered her hand, and scooted backward on her bottom, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow like an ostrich…
The glasses cloth big shot was Shifu—
She had once shyly asked him for his WeChat, treating him like a stranger.
She had once played his competition video in front of him and boasted, “The big shot skis so well, so wonderfully, the big shot is so handsome, I came to Chongli for the big shot.”
She had once agonized over whether he was a pure first love or a passionate lover when in fact it was all just mosquito blood.
She, she—
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!?
Wei Zhi felt suffocated.
She wished she could faint on the spot so she wouldn’t have to face this overwhelming situation.
However, before she could find a suitable crack in the wall to squeeze herself into so tightly that even an electric drill couldn’t pry her out, the person standing by the bed had already swiftly caught her ankle. With surprising strength, he dragged her back just as she was about to crawl away—
“Ahhhh!” Wei Zhi cried out, “It hurts, it hurts!”
“You didn’t hurt your ankle, what are you yelling about?”
The man had no sympathy, mercilessly exposing her. While coldly speaking, he dragged her back to the edge of the bed. Without waiting for her to count to three and prepare herself mentally, he exerted force and directly removed the ski boot she had been hesitating to take off for so long!
The movement was so fast—
Like a person being beheaded, never having the chance to react and cry out in pain.
Wei Zhi only managed to make a contorted expression, maintaining an awkward posture with her upper body lying on the bed and one short leg held high in the man’s grip…
He flipped his hand.
She was like a ham fixed on a rack, flipped over, face down on the bed with her nose pressed against the sheet.
So she couldn’t see her heel, where the thick ski sock was stained red with blood, the bright red mixed with the green sock turning an ugly brownish color.
The man dressed all in black now had a face as dark as his clothes. He frowned and asked coldly, “I told you to put on a band-aid, where did that instruction go?”
“…”
“If your eyes are there but you can’t read WeChat messages, you might as well dig them out and donate them to someone in need. Many people who can read WeChat messages are hoping to see the light again.”
“…”
“Speak.”
The man’s tone was stiff as he looked down at the girl sprawled on the hospital bed, one of her feet still in his hand, her whole body looking like she was doing some difficult yoga pose.
She might be an inflexible chubby person.
Holding her leg in his hand, he could easily encircle her ankle, not because her ankle was particularly thin, but because it felt boneless all flesh.
Quite heavy too.
Shan Chong had taught many female students before, and had countless times held their waists to help them over rails or grabbed their shoulders or hips to save them when necessary, but he had never encountered this kind of…
He thought, without any suggestive intent, just like weighing pork on a butcher’s block, he weighed her leg.
“Gone mute? Speak.” He said in a tone stricter than even a father would use, “Which prop did you fall from? Where else are you hurt?”
Prop?
So.
… He knew she had fallen in the park.
Damn it, Senior Brother, you traitor.
The girl lying on the bed whimpered a couple of times, mumbling a few words in response, but refusing to lift her face from the mattress.
He couldn’t hear her clearly at all.
So he finally lost patience.
Dragging her leg, he yanked her towards him. Amidst the girl’s earth-shattering scream, he pulled her directly off the bed, picked her up horizontally, and in the next second threw her onto the wheelchair—
Wei Zhi’s bottom went from being suspended in the air to landing before she could even react to what had happened. Amid her dizziness, she had already crashed into an old wheelchair that creaked under her weight.
The man’s large hand gripped the wheelchair, spinning it 180 degrees.
Wei Zhi, still dizzy, was forced to look up and meet the gaze of the man who now had both hands on the wheelchair’s armrests.
“I told you not to go to unfamiliar advanced slopes alone, and to put on a band-aid if your foot hurt. Which of these did you do?”
“…”
“Was the park fun?”
“…”
“What were you thinking?”
Wei Zhi moved her lips.
He impatiently twitched the corner of his mouth: “Speak louder.”
“…Want to die.”
“…”
…
By the time Jiang Nanfeng hurriedly came down from another longer ski run, Wei Zhi had been sitting in the wheelchair waiting for a while, just outside the medical room, with a blanket covering her knees.
The medical room was on the necessary path to the snowboard storage area, and it was lunchtime, so many people passing by looked over curiously.
Wei Zhi went from initially feeling embarrassed and ashamed to eventually becoming numb, finally sitting there with a cold and noble expression, allowing others to speculate that she was a big shot, a big shot who had fallen while attempting a difficult park feature…
If it weren’t for the man standing not far away, who had confiscated her face guard and helmet, casually holding them in his hand, cruelly allowing her to be observed without any cover, constantly undermining her—
“Brother Chong, why are you here?”
“Picking up my disciple.”
“Oh, that— (stretches neck to look) What happened? Did she fall? Even in a wheelchair.”
“Mm, fell doing a big air.”
“…Big air?”
“Mm.”
“Which jump?”
“What else could be called big air?”
“Snow jump?”
The questioner’s voice was full of confusion—was he talking about that snow jump in the park that was about the size of an ant hill, so small that even a little anteater wouldn’t bother to reach out and dig?
Shan Chong’s disciple fell on a snow jump?
Huh?
Snow jump?
“Mm,” Shan Chong changed his stance, emphasizing, “Snow jump.”
Wei Zhi: “…”
She started to dislike him a bit.
No matter how handsome he was, it wouldn’t make up for this.
When she finally saw Jiang Nanfeng approaching from a distance, her eyes filled with tears, as if seeing a relative. Her first words were: “Lend me your face guard.”
Jiang Nanfeng ignored her completely and lifted the blanket to check her injuries—seeing that the injured foot had already been removed from the ski boot, now well-bandaged with layers of gauze, and wearing a warm slipper from who knows where.
Confirming that it was just her heel that was rubbed raw, with no other major issues, and seeing the girl’s rosy complexion (from embarrassment), Jiang Nanfeng directly let go of the blanket and turned to look at the man standing not far away.
It was a subtle distance—
You could say he was deliberately maintaining distance, which would make sense between strangers.
But at that distance, if Wei Zhi were to foolishly roll off the wheelchair again, he would also be able to pick her up immediately.
Just that not-too-far, not-too-close.
Her calm eyes swept over the man’s handsome face and quickly returned. Wei Zhi held her breath, waiting for Jiang Nanfeng to show the same shock as her…
But nothing happened.
“Weren’t you teaching someone else?”
“The one I was teaching was overconfident, so I had to cancel the lesson,” Shan Chong said calmly, “Then, perhaps as punishment from heaven, the next second I was forced to come pick up someone even more presumptuous.”
“Have you ever thought that heaven’s punishment might have begun long ago, in some mysterious way?”
Shan Chong thought seriously for a moment, and said expressionlessly: “Yes.”
Jiang Nanfeng turned back to look at Wei Zhi.
Wei Zhi: “?”
Wei Zhi: “A question without malice, while you two were chatting so happily, did you ever feel that my dear Shifu looked a bit familiar?”
Jiang Nanfeng: “Of course he’s familiar, don’t you have at least eight different videos of him saved on your phone?”
Wei Zhi: “?”
Wei Zhi: “You knew all along?”
“You never asked.” Jiang Nanfeng said lightly, “So, did I miss some incredible scene? Was your reunion touching?”
Touching.
I was like a Spanish ham lying on the bed.
Being flipped back and forth by him.
Wei Zhi thought about changing her flight ticket from tomorrow morning to tonight, packing her suitcase and leaving this heartbreaking place overnight, going back home to reorganize her feelings—
And get a new best friend.
No.
This one was hardly a best friend, at most a travel hotel roommate, someone to share a room with, share meals with, share rides with.
Then, if conditions allow, get a new ski instructor.
After all, among all the mistakes, skiing wasn’t the mistake.
The mistake was this cold society.