Chapter Nine Hundred and Fourteenth Don't Panic

"Can't you understand what others are saying? Don't know where the point is?"

Shen Dapeng felt an urge to hit someone, but he was still holding a ski pole, so it was really inconvenient to do it.

"The point? What's the point?"

Tang Wei frowned and thought about it, then suddenly smiled and approached Shen Dapeng, "You mean Li Zeyu is rich, so you want me to blackmail him for a good meal? By the way, you said just now that there is a farmhouse, right? Do you want him to treat you?"

"Get out! Play your game!"

Shen Dapeng sighed helplessly. He was completely speechless to Tang Wei. Now, like Wang Xueying, he seriously suspected that Tang Wei's college entrance examination results were fraudulent. Otherwise, how could it be so difficult for a normal person to communicate? Could it be that Tang Wei Wei's IQ and EQ are polarized?

Tang Wei was obedient, and spent the whole morning following Jason's ass, learning some skiing skills seriously. After all, Jason has nearly ten years of experience, and many details are enough to improve Tang Wei's skills.

Shen Dapeng only regards skiing as entertainment and exercise, he will not be as eager as Jason as a hobby, but since he is here and can practice more proficiently, he has no reason to give up, so apart from Tang Wei, he is considered to be a hard worker , As for Li Zeyu and Sun Dapaozi, they didn't know where they went.

As the sun rises and the weather 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, there are still a few of these people besides the full-time coaches. 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 has thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain of the ski resort, where there are bumps and where there are depressions, where it is more suitable to accelerate, and where to slow down carefully, he is completely clear.

Furthermore, when Jason was in the United States, he was skiing in the wild alpine with a group of partners, and he was safe in such a dangerous area. Skiing on ordinary venues with his skills is not a piece of cake, but he is in the ski resort. Becoming the center of attention is also a normal thing.

After noon, the sun gradually slanted westward. After several hours of high-load exercise, Jason felt a little out of breath despite his physical fitness. Coupled with the low-end airtight ski suit, his back was already soaked in sweat , The goggles were also covered with a faint layer of fog.

The light mist on the goggles wasn't enough to cover his eyes, but it covered some of his vision. Coupled with the scorching sun above his head, Jason couldn't see clearly. He could only see if someone was in front of him.

Just as Jason was descending at the fastest speed, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the empty space.

Jason turned around subconsciously to avoid it, but unfortunately he still collided with the black shadow and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, it was only shoulders that collided with each other and did not cause serious injuries.

Jason took off his goggles and moved his shoulder that was sore from the impact. Before he could speak, the young man who was knocked down on the opposite side complained first, "Damn it, are you blind? See how well you skated!" Well, why can't you even brake? I was thinking about asking you to teach me, so forget about your skills!"

"You know that it's dangerous to appear suddenly? The villain actually filed a complaint first. Forget it, I'll tell you that you don't understand."

Jason couldn't understand all kinds of complicated allegories and idioms, but he could understand that the word "fuck" was a curse, and he slowly got up and looked at the young man opposite, with the look of a gangster.

He has seen this kind of people a lot on the streets of the United States. They are all messy and unreasonable guys. Pain slowly moved to the side of the slide, trying to stay away from the boys who just bumped into each other.

"Damn, it turned out to be a foreigner, no wonder he is so good at skiing. Hey, little foreigner, I won't care about you if you hit me. Make a friend, how about you teach me to ski? The kind that can fly, how to fly What?" Seeing that Jason had a foreign face, the boy's displeasure disappeared instantly, and he approached him with great interest.

"I'm sorry, I won't." The more Jason looked at the boy's ruffian appearance, the more disgusted he became. He couldn't do anything at such a young age. He insisted on pretending to be a gangster, as if anyone who saw them would kneel down in fear and beg for mercy. of.

"No, you still don't want to be friends with me? You knocked me down just now, don't you even say an apology? But don't be afraid. Teach me to fly like a 'chirp', and I won't bother with you."

The boy swayed from side to side, sitting with his palms and arms flexibly, jumping up and landing in the air. He was obviously impressed by Jason's skiing skills and really wanted to learn.

"Sorry, I don't know you, and I'm not your friend! If you think the collision just now was 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 troubles, but when things happen to him, he is not the master who can be bullied, especially the naughty boy opposite The top disdainful attitude makes people feel that the words are more like threats.

"Oh my god, this is a hard stubble? You are a tough guy from a foreign country. You still think you are still abroad. Let me tell you, this is Jinghu City, Qingshu County, what the hell is it? You still want to call the police... Haha, you think the police station is run by your family, and they all follow your orders?"

"If you keep swearing, I will definitely call the police." Jason's face became more and more ugly, but he was still holding back. The boy was right. After all, he was in a foreign country, so it's better not to cause trouble as much as possible.

"Call the police to 110, do you have a mobile phone? If not, I will lend you!"

The boy took off his gloves, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Jason. He continued to provoke with a playful smile, "Fake You, Fa Ke You... Do you curse people like this abroad? Fa Ke You's family, can you understand?"

The boys cursed and yelled louder and louder, and a few people walked over slowly not far away, not because they didn't want to speed up, but because they were stepping on skis, and they weren't very good at skiing, so they could surround Jason in a circle without falling , It took a lot of effort.

There were a total of nine people who came, and even though they were wearing thick ski suits, all of them still had a vivacious look on their bodies. One of them, a fat man with a round face, grinned innocently, "Brother Huang Mao, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter...Monk, tell this stupid foreigner, who has the final say here?" The boy rubbed his nose and stared at Jason with his nostrils.