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Mo Ci pondered for a while, then shook his head, "I hope, among them..." Mo Ci paused here for a while, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

"I hope they all lose!"

"Why?" the coach asked suspiciously.

"Because I don't know how to ski, I can only watch the race here, and I can't participate. Of course, I hope they all lose. I will stand at the finish line and win for them, haha!"

Mo Ci's resentment left everyone speechless.

66、chapter25

It turns out that skiing is a physical activity that requires courage and skill.

Mo Ci stood at the highest point of the snow track, which was the starting point of the competition between the two, watching Duan Feng and Morrison who flew out like arrows off the string.

Duan Feng, who was in a black ski suit, was three meters behind Morrison, followed closely behind, and quickly descended.

Morrison in the blue ski suit was a few steps ahead, and quickly dived down, preparing to get rid of Duan Feng behind him, and accelerated with all his strength.

The two people, who were not beginners, were extremely fast, skimming down the snowy slopes of the high mountains, raising little bits of snow. The coach stood beside Mo Ci, looking at the two people gliding on the snowy mountains, and gave out admiration once or twice from time to time.

The two are skillful in their movements, mastering the center of gravity during high-speed movement, easily bypassing obstacles, and all the way unimpeded.

When sliding down the snow slope for 100 meters, there was a big turn. Mo Ci saw that Duan Feng passed Morrison when Morrison was slack, took advantage of the turn to move at a constant speed, and then accelerated rapidly, overtaking Morrison by two. Mi, maintaining the lead and controlling the skis beneath his feet.

Mo Ci said that he didn't want them to win, but he made a comparison in his heart.

Mixed with personal emotions, he hoped that Duan Feng, who knew everything about himself and had a dull personality, would win.He couldn't refuse Morrison's kind invitation. Although it was embarrassing, he had to maintain the status quo and not give Morrison a chance to cause him headaches.

Still, hit Morrison first, at least not let him speak in front of Duan Feng.

Unknowingly, Mo Ci had already used Duan Feng as his shield.

Unexpectedly, Duan Feng led Morrison by five meters and won by an overwhelming advantage.

Duan Feng rested on the spot for a while, and stretched out his hand to Morrison who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath, letting Morrison use his strength to get up.

Morrison opened Duan Feng's hand with the rest of his strength, straightened up, stood up slowly, and shook his head.

"Daniel, you are very strong, I don't deny it," Morrison leaned against the low tree trunk and shrugged his shoulders when he was panting less violently, "From the moment you surpassed me, I am very happy." I'm so angry, I tried my best to contain my anger, and wanted to knock you to the ground. But, I lost, and I won't continue to lose!"

"I don't want you to be the one standing next to Mo Ci." Duan Feng crossed his arms, took a few steps back, and turned around, his voice was as cold as ice and snow.

His attitude has changed, and without knowing it, he put Mo Ci in an important position.

He couldn't tell what kind of emotion this restlessness was, but Morrison's repeated remarks touched his principles and made him quite uncomfortable.

Morrison is suppressing his anger, so why isn't he suppressing it?

Duan Feng shifted his gaze to the white snowy road.

It is undeniable that he has regarded Morrison as chewing gum sticking to the soles of Mo Ci's feet.

After confirming that this piece of chewing gum cannot be shaken off, Duan Feng had no choice but to deal with it calmly.

Before Morrison could respond, Duan Feng restrained his icy breath, drove the skis, and followed the path to the resting place.

Looking at the back of Duan Feng going away, Morrison, who was slowly gathering strength, swung his fist fiercely angrily, beating the low tree trunk, and the scattered snow rolled down the top of his head.

"Wait and see! Daniel!"

Mo Ci didn't feel the tension between the two of them at all.

Mo Ci poured a cup of boiling water for the two people who came back one after another, patted the chairs beside them, let them sit down, looked at Duan Feng with cheerful eyes, and seemed to be silently encouraging Duan Feng.

"What a wonderful game, it feels like you are all gliding in the air," pouted, Mo Ci rubbed his hands, and grabbed Duan Feng's fluffy ski suit, revealing his cunning.

"Teach me, you teach me." Withdrew his eyes in a timely manner, Mo Ci smiled at the expressionless Morrison, seeing that Morrison's expression softened a little, "Stop being sullen, Daniel and you They are all better than me, no, you must teach me the skills of skiing today."

Mo Ci said a few words, and when the two recovered their strength, they pulled them back to the snowy path.

During the downhill process, Mo Ci kept his upper body upright, with his knees pointing toward the side of the mountain, the two skis kept parallel, and the ski on the side of the mountain protruded slightly forward.

The snowboard on the lower side of the mountain bears the weight, and the snow surface is stuck after the edge is erected.

While demonstrating, Duan Feng met Morrison's eyes from time to time, sparking unfriendly sparks.

The ski instructor was guiding, ignoring the swords and swords of the two behind him, and carefully helping Mo Ci correct his wrong movements.

The skis on the mountain side float lightly on the snow surface and do not need to be edged.

Mo Ci's body was arched, and he slid diagonally downward.

When stopping, Mo Ci pushed hard on the skis on the lower side of the mountain, turning the skiing direction of the skis uphill, and the skis stopped slowly.

After half a day of practice, Mo Ci, who was exhausted in skiing, raised his hand and used the rest of his strength to slide for a certain distance.

Passing across a slightly undulating area, Mo Ci accidentally bumped the skis and fell to the ground, groaning heavily.

Duan Feng stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Ci up. Unexpectedly, Mo Ci's left leg was sprained after he slipped. Shen Sheng asked.

"You sprained your foot?"

"It seems to be that my left foot hurts. Please help me and support me first." Mo Ci moved his arm, his brows knit together, and asked Mo Ci to support his arm.

Morrison, who had been standing by the side, took a few steps forward, held Mo Ci's other hand, and said in a worried tone, "

Mo, how are you feeling now? "

"The left foot hurts badly, let's go back first." Mo Ci pouted, reluctantly said.

The weather in the ski resort was cold and dry, and he was sweating too much this time, and he felt the cold sweat streaming down his back, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The ski coach was also urging the three of them to go back to the campsite to see a doctor. He immediately provided the address of the infirmary of the ski resort, walked in front of the three of them, and took them out of the ski resort.

After dealing with a mild sprain, it was getting late.

The ski resort of Xuetelus held a bonfire party at night. People who camped in the ski resort gathered together, and the red jumping bonfire looked extraordinarily bright in the ice and snow.

Mo Ci rejected the suggestion to go back to the room to sleep, and stubbornly pulled the sleeves of the two, asking Duan Feng and Morrison to attend the bonfire party together.

The two couldn't resist the stubborn Mo Ci, so they nodded, brought Mo Ci into the arena, and sat him firmly on a row of wooden chairs at the scene.

The three of them were hungry due to the exhaustion of exercise during the day, Mo Ci patted his growling stomach, and looked at Duan Feng with clear eyes, "Duan Feng, I'm hungry, you go buy dinner, I heard Xuetelus The snow pancake tastes good, I want to try it."

Duan Feng would never refuse Mo Ci's request. Considering that Mo Ci was still a patient, he stopped Morrison who was about to go to buy pancakes, "Let me go."

"Why?" Morrison asked puzzled, with two clusters of flames flickering in his green eyes, dancing under the reflection of the bonfire, expressing his dissatisfaction with Duan Feng's decisive dictatorship.

He thought that Duan Feng should not cut off all the opportunities to be courteous, and his chest full of backlogged anger quickly puffed up. Duan Feng's faint sentence made Morrison's puffed up chest shrink back, like a balloon that was suddenly punctured .

"Mo Ci sprained his foot, and he will be unable to move later. You should take care of him where he is, and I'll be back soon." After finishing speaking, Duan Feng nodded to Mo Ci, avoiding the venue where the bonfire party was held.

Morrison was both surprised and happy when he got the chance to be alone with Mo Ci, and his anger was immediately dispelled.

He sat beside Mo Ci, telling Mo Ci jokes in the same tone as usual, patting the chair from time to time, showing cheerful emotions.

His high-pitched and enthusiastic tone, coupled with his tall and handsome appearance, is very contagious.

From time to time at the bonfire party, someone cast eyes on Morrison on the chair.

"Hello, can I invite you to have a drink with me?" Morrison was telling a joke to Mo Ci when a voice suddenly interrupted Morrison's narration, and Mo Ci looked past Morrison , saw a beautiful woman with fiery red hair standing beside Morrison, throwing ambiguous eyes, stroking the wavy hair of the shawl, and her eyes glued to Morrison.

"Sorry." Morrison's decisive refusal surprised Mo Ci.

The red-haired woman had an expression of embarrassment and surprise on her snow-white face for a moment, and moved her plump red lips: "Hey, handsome guy, are you rejecting me?"

"Sorry," Morrison said rudely, spreading his hands and standing up from his chair.

Suddenly, he felt that the woman who came to disturb his relationship with Mo Ci was particularly annoying.

Moving to Mo Ci, Morrison's green eyes were icy cold, completely different from his usual gentleness and politeness.

The red-haired beauty felt insulted by her refusal twice. She raised the two cups in her hand and forced one of them into Morrison's arms. Her blue eyes were full of anger. He raised his voice, "Don't you think it's impolite for you to refuse a lady's request like this?"

Bitter sarcasm was in her raised voice, and there were a few more disdainful sneers from the left.