When Yu Nian entered the Longboard Downhill Association again, Wu Zheng obediently gave up the only rocking chair in the office for Yu Nian to sit on.
He was sent by Wu Qian to go to the street pet store to buy high-priced dog food, and was feeding the abandoned golden retriever skewer with a dog bowl.
Little Golden Retriever wagged his tail, buried his head in the dog bowl and ate happily.
"Dogs fight against people..." Wu Zheng muttered in a low voice, rolling his eyes.
Beside him, a group of men nervously surrounded this young man who was outrageously beautiful in their eyes.
Wu Qian stared at Yu Nian's face, and he was a little murmured in his heart.
Could it be just a coincidence that I was mistaken
Growing up like this, no matter how you look at it, it is more suitable to be a star on TV.
After a cough, Wu Qian asked, "Well, do you want to join the association?"
Yu Nian looked up at everyone.
Just as he walked out of the street and was waiting for the bus, he saw this group of people rushing out of the street and alley in a hurry and surrounded him.
The passers-by were frightened. Seeing a slender and beautiful young man surrounded by such a group of big men, he almost wanted to call the police.
Yu Nian glanced at him: "I want to use Fang Shoushan."
Wu Qian understood what he meant. He didn't want to join the association, he just wanted to train with Fang Shoushan.
Because Fang Shoushan is only open to members, he reluctantly wants to join the association.
What does this show! It means that Yu Nian is not trying to be handsome as his younger brother thinks, but he really wants to train!
Wu Qian suppressed his excitement and said, "Fang Shoushan is open to members of the association. To join the association, you need to—"
"Need to contribute?" Yu Nian took his words.
Wu Qian was stunned for a moment.
Yu Nian blinked and asked slowly, "Funded support? Development and construction?"
Instantly understanding what kind of bad impression his younger brother left, Wu Qian gritted his teeth and glared at Wu Zheng who was feeding the dog.
Wu Zheng shrank his neck and wanted to cry without tears.
Don't be so vengeful.
Wu Qian sneered and waved his hand: "No no no, our association has a source of funds and funding from above. Well, to join the association, you need to verify your strength."
His tone gradually became serious, "I read your application form, haven't you won an award before?"
Yu Nianhui: "I haven't participated in the competition."
"Not once?"
"No."
Everyone listened and looked at each other.
Not even a single official competition.
Wu Qian: "Then why do you suddenly want to use Fang Shou Mountain? Fang Shou Mountain is the most difficult mountain for downhill descent in our city."
"Training." Yu Nian looked at him.
"For what training?" Wu Qian's voice was a little anxious.
"For Tianmen Mountain. Tianmen Mountain, Tongtian Road."
There was silence in the association office.
Wu Qian heard his heart beating like a drum.
He tried hard to keep his voice calm: "You may not be clear. To participate in the Tianmen Mountain Open, there are restrictions on the number of people and places, and certain applicants will be screened."
"If you don't have a proof of previous grades, you will be screened during the registration screening stage."
Yu Nian waited for his next words.
"And our association has three places to participate." Wu Qian stood up and his expression became serious, "If you want to participate, prove to me that you have the strength to get the place."
Yu Nian's palm fell on the longboard that he was laying beside him.
His fingers ran across the "x1207" number engraved on the outside of the longboard.
"Fang Shoushan." Yu Nian met Wu Qian and stared at him.
Wu Qian nodded: "No problem."
Fang Shou Mountain.
Yu Nian opened and clenched his fingers, repeating this several times.
Following his movements, everyone focused their attention on his slender, white fingers.
It was a pair of hands that were supposed to be jumping on the piano keys, and at this moment those hands were tightly wrapped in gloves.
Yu Nian buckled his gloves and put on his helmet.
Two-thirds of his course study in the system space has passed, and now a higher and more dangerous mountain is urgently needed to verify the learning results.
He put down the longboard and said in a quiet voice, "I want one of three places."
Saying that, he slid down the road without hesitation, bringing with him a strong wind.
The mountain has been deserted for years, and the roads are overgrown with weeds.
There are traces of the load bearing on the road, and grass grows tenaciously between the cracks pressed by the truck on the cement road.
Yu Nian uses a squatting position to suppress the wind and reduce the area affected by the wind. He felt the hamstrings in his front leg tightening, which let him know his center of gravity was fixed.
Wind resistance is decreasing and stability is increasing.
"Beautiful!" Wu Qian nodded.
From Yu Nian's initial posture, he was sure that this was the young man who caught a glimpse of Wenxi Mountain.
Next to Wu Zheng was scolded by Wu Qian and was still a little unconvinced. He muttered and asked, "Is he really the big guy you said? Don't be fake."
"Shut up, you know shit!" This time it wasn't his brother who scolded him, and other association members also glared at him.
Wu Zheng: "..."
Yu Nian has repeated this kind of pressure on the wind countless times, and it has become a body instinct.
When the familiarity with the pressure wind posture reaches the peak, he can seamlessly connect the sliding posture and the bending posture when cornering from this state.
The members of the association were engrossed, and when they saw Yu Nian's slide, they were surprised: "His control board ability!"
When Yu Nian was walking on the board, the board swayed leisurely under his feet, but he was walking on the board as if he were walking on the ground, and his body was so stable that he was not affected by the shaking of the board.
Wu Qian clenched his palms tightly: "It is absolute confidence in the grasp of the center of gravity."
With a superior grasp of the center of gravity and strong control board ability, he already has the qualities that a downhill player should have.
This section of the road passed in an instant, and there was a curve not far ahead.
The coach's voice in the system space seemed to echo in Yu Nian's ears again.
"Forefoot, front foot, the center of gravity of all slides is on the front foot."
"Always look forward, that is your road, your direction, the scenery on both sides of the road does not belong to you!"
"Is this your limit, is this your limit! Answer me!"
No, it's not.
This is not my limit.
My limit is far from here.
In Tianmen Mountain, the ladder has ninety-nine bends.
Yu Nian used the center of gravity and the thigh control board, squatted low when the board surface was perpendicular to the person, and pressed the board with explosive force when switching to the critical point.
Everyone's eyelids jumped.
If you don't have solid basic skills and strong control panel ability, it's easy to carving yourself.
Yu Nian maintained his own rhythm, and broke out the pressure plate again at another critical point of reversal.
"It's about to turn around!" Everyone held their breath.
With the curve in sight, Yu Nian moved his hands backwards and cooperated with the micro-manipulation of his feet. At such a high speed, he still did not change his slide trajectory.
The speed slows down slightly when cornering, a nice drift.
…
At the end, Yu Nian took off his helmet.
Wu Qian hugged him and patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations on joining our mayor's board and downhill association."
"And, congratulations on qualifying for the Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open."
The demonstration just now showed that Yu Nian's strength would undoubtedly be ranked in the top three in the association. This qualification is given to him, and others have no opinion.
Everyone is holding vague expectations, expecting that this fresh blood can bring surprises.
After returning to the association.
Wu Qian quickly uploaded Yu Nian's identity information to the system, and after binding his ID number, he issued him an ID card as a member of the association.
"Your identity information is being authenticated. After passing, I will arrange registration for the Tianmen Mountain Competition."
"thanks."
Hearing Yu Nian's thanks, Wu Qian shook his head and touched his arm: "There is still one month left before the competition. Let's come and train together from tomorrow."
"Just to add some pressure to this group of boys."
Yu Nian has no opinion.
So from the second day, he continued to study in the system space at night, and during the day he came to Fang Shoushan to train with the members of the association.
The group from the Downhill Association and Yu Nian, under the pressure of the newcomers, tried to catch up with him one by one.
But soon gave up this idea, and everyone looked at him with more and more strange eyes.
He thought that Yu Nian's skills were good enough, but he didn't expect that the first test on Fang Shou Mountain was far from his end.
Every day that followed, Yu Nian's level and ability improved.
This rate of progress is terrifying, constantly refreshing everyone's cognition.
After the system course came to the back, the difficulty was improved qualitatively. The progress of the final third of the course has been slower than ever.
Clouds and mists were floating on the halfway of the towering mountain in the space, and Yu Nian's figure passed through it again and again.
The progress has slowed down, but the effect of technical polishing is getting clearer and clearer.
Everyone watched his progress and couldn't help but fantasize.
Maybe... Under the siege of Europeans and Americans, can he really achieve a breakthrough of 0 and get a medal for his country
Deng Jingwei will come to pick up Yu Nian when he has time.
This group of men who didn't care about the entertainment industry didn't know that Yu Nian was still an artist, they just thought that Deng Jingwei was a relative and friend who came to pick him up.
Deng Jingwei has also gotten to know them well.
He was tight-lipped about Yu Nian's hobby and didn't tell anyone.
I know that my artist is playing the longboard well, but I have no idea how good it is.
Until one day, Yu Nian told him that he was going to Sichuan Province with the association.
"Why are you going to Sichuan Province?" Deng Jingwei was blank.
"Contest."
Deng Jingwei: "?" A question mark appeared slowly.
At the end of the last day of training in Fang Shoushan, Wu Qian asked everyone to relax after going back, and set off for Sichuan Province the next day.
Yu Nian thought about a suitable way to relax, and finally said to Deng Jingwei, "Come with me to Wenxi Mountain to paint."
His painting skills were first spread around Wenxi Mountain via a same-city Weibo account. There were many people who came to squat him, and it happened that Yu Nian changed to Fang Shoushan for training.
The limelight is almost over by now.
Returning here again after a month, the uncle selling pancakes saw his eyes light up: "Yo, long time no see, why haven't you come recently?"
Yu Nian put on his hat and glasses and told him, "I've been busy lately."
Uncle's little daughter, who is in kindergarten, is on holiday today. She came over to her father to play, and saw Yu Nian sweetly greeted her.
Yu Nianzhao just closed the stall after painting a stack of paper, but today is not a holiday, and there are few tourists in Wenxi Mountain.
When it was almost dark, no one was there, and he still had a piece of drawing paper left.
Street lights were on.
Yu Nian looked up and saw a man waiting for the bus standing not far away.
He had a handsome profile face, and the broken hair fell on his forehead, which made the bridge of his nose tall. With a camera hanging from his neck, his spine straight, he was looking down slightly at the pictures on the screen.
The few pedestrians around couldn't help but look at him again and again.
So Yu Nian used this last piece of paper to draw the man under the street lamp in the night.
The man in the painting is young and handsome, with indifferent eyebrows.
As soon as the painting was finished, Deng Jingwei came to pick him up on a small electric donkey.
Yu Nian took off the pushpin, packed the easel and put the things in the front seat of the little electric donkey.
When Deng Jingwei greeted him to sit up, Yu Nian walked to the pancake stand, squatted down and patted the little head of Uncle Pancake's daughter, pointed to the person under the street light and asked, "Can you help my brother give this painting to that person? "
The little girl nodded heavily, stood on tiptoe, kissed Yu Nian, and said with a smile, "Okay!"
Yu Nian smiled and sat on Deng Jingwei's little electric donkey.
"Sit tight! Om~ Om~" Deng Jingwei exaggeratedly simulated the sound of the motorcycle starting, hehe he carried Yu Nian away.
Meng Chaochuan was looking at the photo in the camera, Panshan Road on Wenxi Mountain, there was no figure of the longboard among the crape myrtle flowers.
Maybe it's time to look elsewhere.
He felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled, and when he lowered his head, he saw a little girl pulling the corner of his clothes.
"What's wrong?" He lowered his body and asked in a magnetic voice.
The little girl handed him the painting: "Brother gave it to you!"
Meng Chaochuan took over the painting, and at a glance saw himself in the painting above.
He turned around in surprise, only to see the uncle selling pancakes busy preparing to close the stall, and the shop selling herbal tea ice cream next to him also had the shutters closed.
He asked the little girl, "Who gave it?"
The little girl made a face: "Brother who draws, he can also skate a longboard!"
Said and jumped away.
Meng Chaochuan looked at her moving lips and tightened her fingers. He heard the little girl's voice clearly, but he didn't know what she was talking about.
drawing...
What are you drawing
more than ten years ago.
"What does hard of hearing mean, is it that my son is deaf?"
"No, his hearing is normal, he can hear sounds perfectly."
"Then why-"
"To put it bluntly, he can't distinguish between language resolution and pure sound." The doctor looked at Meng's mother and put it another way, "Madam, have you studied French?"
"… No."
A stream of fluent French poured out of the doctor's mouth.
Mother Meng pursed her lips and looked at him, as if she understood something.
The doctor changed back to Chinese: "You heard my voice, you can hear it clearly, but you can't understand what I said."
"It's not that you can't hear it, it's that you don't understand it."
"That's what I mean."