Song Xiang wanted to turn around and take off the opponent's goggles, but her arm was caught, making it difficult for her to turn around.
After several struggles, she took a deep breath and gave up.
Unless she met a coach with a bad brain, who would dare to treat her like this.
Damn it, last night, after waiting for his call all night, he actually played this trick with her.
"Let go and teach me how to skate." Song Xiang still spoke in Chinese.
The other person: "Sorry, I need a translator."
Song Xiang: "..."
Okay, you're in for a show, right?
She softened her mood, switched to English, and repeated it.
"If I let go, are you sure you can stand firm?"
"certainly!"
She shook her arms angrily, hoping that he could feel her anger and it would be best to end his death trick as soon as possible.
An almost inaudible chuckle.
Then, the person behind him really let go.
Song Xiang snorted and immediately moved her muscles. However, when she moved, the board under her feet would move.
With the first two experiences, she did not scream and tried to stabilize her body, but she was really unskilled and fell down on her butt on the spot.
The person behind her approached leisurely and stretched out his hand to her.
Song Xiang had a dark face, ignored him, and tried to get up on his own, but fell down again and again.
She was thrown out of temper and looked up at the hand in front of her.
Forget it, people are under the roof.
He stretched out his hand and used his strength to get up.
"Teach me." She glared at the person next to her and ordered softly.
The other person slid up to her side and briefly explained the function of her equipment.
Song Xiang had no intention of listening to the lecture. From the moment he started speaking, her brain turned on the automatic analysis mode, pondering every tone of his voice.
Some places were particularly similar, so she smiled proudly, thinking that it was indeed that bad dog.
But something was so different that she began to wonder if she was being tricked.
My mind was in a mess, and before I noticed, the people around me had already finished explaining.
"You can try to move forward."
Song Xiang: "Ah?"
"The angle of your legs is very important. Hold the snowball fight tightly and don't be afraid," he said.
Song Xiang was a little unsure and turned to look at him, "Are you following me?"
"Yes."
Song Xiang bit her lip, and first scanned her surroundings with her eyes to make sure there were blind spots where Rong Qi and the others could not arrive immediately.
"Then I start?"
"Um."
whispering sound.
Pretend to be cool, if I confirm it's you, you'll be dead.
Song Xiang groaned inwardly, straightened up fearfully, and prepared to take action.
Before exerting force on her feet, she glanced at the people around her again and said, "Follow me."
The other party nodded.
Song Xiang took a deep breath, and the more scared he became, the wider his eyes opened. Then he thought about it, there was still "Severe Cold" behind him, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
With this thought in mind, he slowly exerted force on his feet.
The skis moved forward slowly and started fairly steadily.
Song Xiang was overjoyed and had a small sense of accomplishment. He walked about ten meters and thought to show off to others, so he turned to the left.
As a result, what about people?
Her mind went blank for a moment, her movements on her feet became stiff, and her body rushed forward.
A scream.
It's over, it's about to fall again.
He instinctively protected his body, but the expected pain did not come.
The world was spinning for a while, and a muffled groan came from my ears.
Stopped.
Song Xiang panted slightly and realized that he was sitting on his knees in the snow, with his head and body being protected.
There was snow on the goggles and I couldn't see clearly.
By the time she wiped the snow off her goggles, the person in front of her had already stood up.