Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

Zhou Ran threw the coffee cup into the nearby trash can, then propped himself up on the railing, picked up his skis, and left.

He Yayin sat alone on a bench, watching people set off one after another at the starting line.

When the starting gun fired and the duo started, she stood up, stuck her ski poles into the snow, and skied towards the singles area.

A dozen or so pairs of contestants rushed out one after another.

Ke Ji and Yan Shiyu were in the lead and started quickly, their skis drawing two clean arcs on the slope.

Zhang Xin and Duan Chengzhi were positioned slightly to the left of center, and their speed was not slow either.

Duan Chengzhi is indeed a master. His gliding posture is standard, his center of gravity is stable, his turns are neat, and his timing of touching the ground with his ski poles is precise, without any unnecessary movements.

Zhang Xin followed behind him. Although her skills were not as good as his, they were not bad either, and at least she wouldn't be left behind.

The two pairs of athletes quickly left the others behind, and the distance on the slopes widened.

The first half of the ski slope was a gentle slope. Ke Ji and Yan Shiyu took the lead by a body length, with Zhang Xin and Duan Chengzhi close behind.

Ke Ji glanced back and frowned.

The pair of skaters behind them were very close, and they almost overtook them several times. The man's skating posture was more standard than theirs. If they hadn't started a little further back, they probably would have overtaken them long ago.

"What's wrong with them?" Yan Shiyu also turned around and glanced back. "They're really going all out."

Ke Ji didn't say anything, but silently increased his speed.

The trail forks at the back half of the slope.

The main track is on the left, leading to the finish line. It has a steeper slope and a shorter distance.

To the right is a path leading to a snow-covered forest; it has a gentle slope and is longer.

Ke Miantang was originally following Rong She, but when they reached the fork in the road, her attention was drawn to the snow forest on the right.

The snow forest is planted with dozens of artificially landscaped pine trees, which are covered with icicles and colorful lights, reflecting a shimmering light in the sunlight.

"That place is so pretty." Ke Miantang's skateboard unconsciously veered to the right.

Rong She followed her lead and asked, "Don't you need the thermos anymore?"

"Isn't there Ke Ji?" She waved her hand dismissively.

Rong She grunted and followed her into the path.

The cedar trees closed in from both sides, and icicles hung from the branches, swaying gently and making a soft, chiming sound like wind chimes.

Ke Miantang slowed down and looked up at the icicles: "Wow, they're so beautiful."

The tranquility of the cedar forest was broken by her exclamation.

She poked at the icicles hanging from the branches with her gloved fingers, her fingertips turning red from the cold, but she refused to pull them away.

"Rongshe, look..." She turned around excitedly, but stopped midway through her sentence.

She discovered that Rong She wasn't looking at the scenery at all.

Rong She leaned on his ski pole with one hand, his gaze lowered slightly to her face, a gaze that was slow and direct.

"Why are you looking at me? Are you admiring the scenery?" Her ears burned from his gaze.

"I see you're just looking at the scenery too." His voice was low and deep, carried to her ears by the cold wind.

Ke Miantang's heart skipped a beat, but thankfully the low temperature concealed her flushed cheeks.

She looked away and muttered softly, "Rong She, you're getting better and better at talking."

Then, she took out her phone and took pictures of the scenery of the cedar forest.

The camera finally focused on Rong She.

He was looking down at his phone, his eyelids lowered, his fingers swiping across the screen, and a section of a black wristband was visible on his wrist.

She took several pictures, feeling very pleased with herself, knowing she could look at them later.

Rong She put away his phone and looked up to see her holding the phone up to him. He raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Stop taking pictures."

Ke Miantang pouted, but she didn't argue with him. She shoved her phone into his hand and said, "Then you take a picture for me."

Rong She looked at the phone in his hand and sighed inwardly; he really didn't know how to take pictures.

He still followed her instructions, clumsily adjusting the angle and pressing the shutter one photo after another.

As Ke Miantang looked through the photos, Rong She held his breath.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her face, carefully observing every subtle expression.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her fingers traced lines one by one, her lips sometimes pursed tightly, sometimes slightly parted, making his heart leap into his throat.

"How is it?" he asked, unusually speaking up.

She didn't say anything.

"You're beautiful," he paused, then added, "you look like a fairy even in a casual photo."

The next second, Ke Miantang's lips curled up in satisfaction. She looked up at him and said, "You pass."

Rong She breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking the photos and leaving, she stood still.

Rong She took two steps and looked back at her.

She stood there, her beautiful eyes blinking as she looked at him, standing in the snow like a newly planted sapling.

"Carry me on your back." The request was made with a sense of entitlement.

Rong She rubbed his forehead, then walked back, bent down and squatted down, saying "You're so spoiled," but there was no trace of reluctance in his voice.

Ke Miantang chuckled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and climbed onto his back.

Rong She supported her knees with both hands and helped her stand up steadily.

"Let's go!" She gently pushed off with her legs, urging him on like she was riding a horse, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Rong She staggered forward a little when she kicked him, his eyes slightly upturned, and a smile spread from his eyes to the corners of his mouth.

He lifted her up by the hand to make her more stable, picked up his ski poles, and slowly skied out of the pine forest.

On the main track, Ke Ji and Yan Shiyu crossed the finish line.

The timer is stopped at three minutes and forty-two seconds, currently in first place.

Zhang Xin and Duan Chengzhi followed closely behind, with a time of three minutes and fifty-one seconds, nine seconds behind.

Zhang Xin took off her snow goggles, looked at the numbers on the timer, and was still panting heavily. She was just a hair's breadth away from it.

Turning her head to look ahead, she realized that the boy who had been gliding in front of her was not Rong She.

She thought her competitors were Rong She and Ke Miantang, but now she realized that her real rival was Ke Ji.

In the distance, two figures slowly glided over from the end of the ski slope.

Zhang Xin gripped her ski poles tightly, her gloves creased with deep wrinkles.

He fought hard all the way and almost fell on the ski slope, while Ke Miantang left halfway through, not even taking the competition seriously.

She didn't care; she knew someone would win for her.

When Ke Ji saw Ke Miantang lying on Rong She's back, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Are you here to ski or on a date?"

Ke Miantang jumped off Rong She's back, a flower pinned to her helmet, which Rong She had just picked from a cedar branch.

Ke Ji saw the flower, and the corner of his mouth twitched again.

Rong She squatted down behind him and expressionlessly unfastened the bindings on his skis.

"You won?" Ke Miantang looked at the thermos in Ke Ji's hand and grinned.

"We won." Ke Ji handed her the thermos.

She took it and glanced at it; the texture was indeed excellent, even more exquisite than it looked on the display stand.

Just as she was about to cheer, she caught a glimpse of Yan Shiyu standing next to her out of the corner of her eye.