"Can't you understand what others are saying? Don't you know the point?"
Shen Dapeng had an urge to hit someone, but he still had a ski pole in his hand, so it was really inconvenient to do so.
"The point? What's the point?"
Tang Wei frowned and thought, then suddenly smiled and approached Shen Dapeng, "Are you saying that since Li Zeyu is rich, you want me to blackmail him into having a nice meal? By the way, you said just now that there is a farmhouse, right? Do you want him to treat you?"
"Go away! Go and have fun with you!"
Shen Dapeng sighed helplessly, completely speechless towards Tang Wei. Now, like Wang Xueying, he seriously suspected that Tang Wei's college entrance examination results were falsified. Otherwise, with a normal person's thinking, how could it be so difficult to communicate with him? Could it be that Tang Wei's college entrance examination results were fraudulent?
Are Wei's IQ and EQ polarized?
Tang Wei was obedient, and spent the whole morning following Jason, carefully learning some skiing skills. After all, Jason had nearly ten years of experience, and many details were enough to improve Tang Wei's skills.
Shen Dapeng only regards skiing as entertainment and exercise. He will not be as eager to be a good person as Jason, but now that he is here and can practice more skillfully, he has no reason to give up, so except for Tang Wei, he is considered to work harder
As for Li Zeyu and Sun Dapaozi, they no longer know where they went.
As the sun rises and the weather gradually gets warmer, the number of people in the ski resort gradually increases. From a dozen people in the morning to twenty or thirty people at noon, among these people, in addition to full-time coaches, there are still a few
Individual skiing skills are good, but most people are still at the level of Sun Dapaozi, falling frequently and laughing bitterly.
In less than half a day, Jason was completely familiar with the terrain of the ski resort. He knew where there were ridges and depressions, where it was more suitable to accelerate, and where he should slow down carefully.
Furthermore, when Jason was in the United States, he was skiing in the wild alpine mountains with a group of friends, and he was safe in such dangerous areas. With his skills, skiing in ordinary venues was not a piece of cake, and he was in the ski resort.
Being the center of attention is a normal thing.
It was past noon, and the sun was gradually setting in the west. After several hours of high-load exercise, Jason felt a little breathless despite his physical fitness. Coupled with the low-end non-breathable ski clothes, his back was already soaked with sweat.
, the goggles were also covered with a light layer of fog.
The light mist on the goggles was not enough to block his eyes, but it obscured some of his vision. In addition, the sun was shining brightly above his head, making it difficult for Jason to see clearly in front of him. He could only roughly see whether there was someone in front of him.
Just when Jason was descending at the fastest speed, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the empty place. Jason turned around subconsciously to avoid it. Unfortunately, he still collided with the black shadow and fell heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, the shoulders only collided with each other and no serious injuries were caused.
Jason took off his goggles and moved his shoulders that were in pain from the impact. Before he could say anything, the young man who was knocked down opposite complained first, "Damn, are you blind? Look how slippery you are.
Okay, why don’t you even know how to brake? I’m still thinking about letting you teach me. With your skills, why don’t you forget about it!”
"Do you know that it's dangerous for you to show up suddenly? You actually complained to the villain first. Forget it, even if I tell you, you don't understand."
Jason couldn't understand all kinds of complex idioms and idioms, but he could understand that the word 'fuck' was a curse. He slowly stood up and looked at the young man opposite him, with a look of a gangster on his face.
He has seen a lot of people like this on the streets of the United States. They are all unreasonable and unreasonable guys. If they don't succeed, they will pull out a gun and threaten them. It is better to cause more trouble than to cause less trouble. Jason has never liked to cause trouble, so he endured the trouble on his shoulders.
Pain slowly moved to the side of the slide, trying to stay away from the boy he had just bumped into.
"Damn, he turns out to be a foreigner. No wonder he skis so well. Hey, little foreigner, just hit me and I won't care about you anymore. Make a friend. How about you teach me how to ski? The one who can fly, how to fly.
"?" When the boy saw that Jason had a foreign face, his unhappy expression disappeared instantly and he came closer with interest.
"I'm sorry, I can't." The more Jason saw the boys' naughty behavior, the more disgusted he became. He couldn't do anything at a young age and had to pretend to be a gangster, as if anyone who saw them would kneel down and beg for mercy in fear.
of.
"No, you still don't want to be friends with me? You just knocked me down and you didn't even say an apology? But you don't have to be afraid. I am very particular about my life and I have always been tolerant towards my friends. As long as you
Teach me to "chirp" and fly, and I won't argue with you."
The boy swayed his body from side to side, his hands and arms were flexible as he sat in the air, jumped up and landed. It was obvious that he was impressed by Jason's skiing skills and really wanted to learn.
"I'm sorry, I don't know you, and I'm not your friend! If you think that the collision just happened is my responsibility, you can choose to call the police and let the police handle it!"
Jason hates the idle gangsters in society, but he never takes the initiative to cause endless trouble. But when things happen to him, he is not someone who can be bullied, especially the arrogant boy opposite him.
His disdainful attitude made his words feel more like threats.
"Oh my god, are we encountering a tough situation? You are a tough guy from a foreign country. You are still in a foreign country. Let me tell you, this is Jinghu City and Qingshu County. What the fuck?
You still want to call the police on your own territory... Haha, do you think the police station is run by your family and is completely under your command?"
"If you curse again, I will call the police." Jason's face became increasingly ugly, but he was still holding on. The boy was right. After all, he was in a foreign country, so it was better not to get into trouble.
"Call the police 110. Do you have a mobile phone? If not, I will lend it to you!"
The boy took off his gloves, took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Jason. He kept provoking with a playful smile, "Fake oil, Fake oil... Do you curse people like this in foreign countries? Fake oil, the whole family, can you understand?"
The boys were yelling and cursing louder and louder, and a few people walked over slowly not far away. It wasn't that they didn't want to speed up, but they were just riding on skis. They weren't very good at skiing, so they could form a circle around Jason without falling.
, it has already taken a lot of effort.
There were nine people in total, and even though they were wearing thick ski clothes, they all still had an air of arrogance about them. One of them, a fat man with a round face, grinned in a flattering manner, "Brother Huang Mao, what's going on?"
"What's wrong... Monk, tell this stupid foreigner who has the final say here?" The boy rubbed his nose furiously and stared at Jason through his nostrils.