I became a boss after skiing

Chai Ming glanced at Zhuo Wei, then at Cheng Wenhai, who had obediently walked in front of him for a hearing, and said slowly, "Two hours of extra training after today's training, and tomorrow I will submit a [-]-word self-criticism."

Zhuo Wei's face was sullen, and his eyes were red.

Cheng Wenhai lowered his head with a sad face, and when he tilted his head to look at Yu Le, the corner of his mouth twitched and smiled again.

Others are as quiet as chickens.

The training continued, the faces of the coaches were not good, and the players did not dare to speak, and carried their skis to the conveyor belt.

Cheng Wenhai glanced left and right, moved closer to Yu Le and said tremblingly, "Three changes a day, forget about calling Yu San Bian."

Yu Le wanted to explain, but when he saw Chai Ming's dark eyes staring at him, his mouth was bitter and he didn't dare to speak, he just stared forward as if he couldn't hear.

Cheng Wenhai followed his gaze and shut up.

The training is still those things, going up and down, or platform jumping, or slipping backwards, or touching the board. The "ordinary team" also began to train backwards slipping platform, which fell miserably.

Yu Le was suffocated, and his practice was lazy and unenthusiastic, but he had a strong muscle memory, no matter how he jumped or skating, he would be fine, let alone fall.

This is a bit annoying, even if you want to slip.

In such a depressing atmosphere, the morning training finally came to an end.

As soon as he left the coach's sight, Cheng Wenhai couldn't wait to ask Yu Le about the cause and effect.

Yu Le said: "I have been transferred to the ski team. It seems that the file has been transferred. If I don't come, I will be expelled from the national team."

"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Cheng Wenhai paused for a moment, "Then you are already a regular member of the ski team? What kind of training do you choose, and there is such a good thing if you make a fuss?"

Yu Le thought about it: "If it were you, it might not be such a good thing."

"Fuck! I owe you a beating!" Cheng Wenhai swung his fist and came over, and the two laughed and laughed.

Over there, the coaches leaving from the main entrance were also talking.

Zhu Ming asked Chai Ming: "You are really good. You really called him back. I read his news, and his tone was very firm. Besides, he made the right choice. I really can't think of how you can persuade him."

"I didn't persuade you." Chai Ming lit a cigarette for himself as soon as he got out of the ski resort, then took out the paper folded into small squares from his pocket, and threw it into Zhu Ming's hands.

Zhu Ming and Zhang Qian opened it curiously to read, "The Transfer Letter"?

What is this?

Look at the content again.

[The freestyle skiing team applied to second the diving team Yu Le to my major for training. The diagnosis and evaluation of aerial skills physical fitness is an important part of the physical training process. The state of reality of the level...]

"This is not..." Zhu Ming was dumbfounded.

Zhang Qian thought about it: "What is this? The preface doesn't match the afterword?"

Zhu Ming patted his thigh: "This, this! Isn't this the report I gave you last month?!"

Chai Ming breathed out a puff of white smoke and looked into the distance.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Ming took a "tui" mouthful, unable to hide his anxiety: "What kind of bad move is this! Isn't this a lie?"

Chai Ming smoked and did not speak.

Zhu Ming anxiously circled around him: "How can you lie to others? How long can you keep this secret?"

Chai Ming turned around and continued smoking.

Zhang Qian thought for a while, and pulled Zhu Ming back: "Mr. Chai should have a solution, and he should apologize at that time."

"But……"

"But Yu Le is recovering from his injuries, and the diving side will have a long period of rest after the Olympics. This is a good opportunity." Zhang Qian glanced at Chai Ming and explained, "Since it is not a secondment, it is the development of interest. First, call people over to practice and cultivate interest, and when it comes time to choose, Mr. Chai will not really force him, will he, Mr. Chai. "

Zhu Ming understood, closed his opened mouth, pointed at Chai Ming's nose and said, "I'll see how you round it up."

Chai Ming narrowed his eyes: "Don't worry about it."

"I care? I care about you when I'm full!" Zhu Ming shook his head, stuffed the paper into Chai Ming's pocket, patted it, and said in a complicated tone, "Treasure."

……

After training in the afternoon, Yu Le stayed for additional training, along with Cheng Wenhai and Zhuo Wei.

However, these two fighters are different from Yu Le. Their punishment is purely physical training, like 1000 squats, push-ups, bunny hops, and abdominal crunches, and they can only walk after training.

Chai Ming took Yu Le into the arena alone, and took him onto the conveyor belt. He didn't stop at the platform of the intermediate track, but went to the advanced track.

Yu Le followed behind, his heart beating a little faster, he had been coveting the steep and long snow slope ahead for a long time.

The speed of the conveyor belt was not fast. During this process of climbing continuously, Yu Le couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, unexpectedly feeling that the air at the high place was much fresher.

Chai Ming turned his head and glanced at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. This glance seemed to see through Yu Le, and he saw the joy in Yu Le's heart because of skiing.

Yu Le closed his eyes, hid his thoughts, and said, "Is this going to be an advanced ski course?"

Chai Ming nodded, the teleportation belt reached the top, he stepped on the snow, looked at Yu Le with his arms around his chest, and shook his chin again, "Go and try."

Yu Le didn't speak, but suppressed the joy in his heart, put the skis on the ground, made two "clicks", and buckled to death.

Standing at the highest point, the vision is as good as imagined. The white jade-like snow track extends from the foot to the end, and then outlines a circular flat ground, like a cloak draped on the shoulders of a king, which is extraordinarily gorgeous .

I am like a villain the size of an ant, slipping off this "cloak", maybe falling, maybe rolling over, but along with the risk is the excitement that makes the cells tremble! !

Under Chai Ming's indulgent gaze, Yu Le pulled out the snow pole, leaned forward, and slid down without hesitation.

The slope was extremely steep. As Yu Le expected, the speed of the slide was extremely fast, at least twice that of the intermediate ski trail. Therefore, the prediction and strength of the control direction needed to be adjusted, and the difficulty of the slide suddenly doubled.

But it is also this kind of difficulty that makes Yu Le's blood boil, he loves the feeling of running like lightning to death!

From top to bottom, the speed did not decrease. Behind the snow goggles, in the dark field of vision, he saw a small snow bump in front of him. Should he slide up and fly out, or go around?Yu Le didn't think about it, so he ran straight over.

There is nothing to worry about making a mistake, the big deal is a fall, but once he is afraid at this time, he chooses to bypass or stop, stop when it is so cool! ?

Is he still a man?

It's a man!Just fly! !

Yu Le felt like a reckless warrior, all his blood boiled at this moment, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were wide open.

As a result, the moment the touch under his feet changed, his vision jerked violently, as if he had been thrown out.

The heart stopped for a moment.

The breath then disappears.

He swayed and fell to the ground.

stable!

The speed of the descent did not decrease, and even increased because of the moment Yu Le was thrown into the air, but at the moment when the skis touched the snow surface, Yu Le perfectly found the balance, and the body released the force perfectly.

Keep sliding down.

"Wow!" Even Chai Ming whistled, admiring Yu Le's courage.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Freestyle skiing is a bold and careful sport. The large platform slides down from a height of 120 meters at a speed of 80 miles, which definitely reaches the limit of the human body's ability to directly resist the wind.

This is unquestionably an extreme sport!

Loved by bold and trendy young people all over the world.

Chai Ming has coached many athletes, but high ski talent does not necessarily mean courage, and he needs to guide the training step by step.The daring extreme athletes are all "death squads", allowing them to dare to rush down no matter how high, steep or difficult the snow track is.But competition has nothing to do with guts. What is needed is the athletes' high-quality physical fitness and accumulated skill training.

At least the extreme athletes who play the big platform let them go to the Olympics, and they can't even qualify for the preliminaries.

Yu Le is indeed rare and just right.

The extremely excellent physical fitness cultivated since he was very young, the high sensitivity and flexibility already meet the basic requirements of freestyle skiing. Once his accumulated achievements in skill training can be dug out, they will become freestyle skiers. Got treasure.

Not to mention the boldness and carefulness that Yu Le showed after coming to the training, almost all the movements are learned at once, and the standard of body posture is like a textbook, it is simply an innate talent.

And the appearance of chasing excitement and enjoying speed is a person who is born to eat this kind of food.

Seeing the young man slipping down with a dashing back, Chai Ming put his hands in his pockets and looked at the people in the distance.

Within a few seconds, he waited for the picture he wanted to see.

The young man who stopped at the end of the snowy road raised the snowball in his hand, and waved it to his companions showing off, and he could feel the excitement in his blood from a long distance away.

You don't need to look to know how bright his smile is at the moment.

Did not run away.

This kid must be his.

Cheng Wenhai was sweating profusely from exhaustion, lying on the guardrail and looking at him with envy and hatred, "Is it cool?"

Yu Le laughed brightly: "It's so cool!"

Cheng Wenhai curled his lips: "I'm upset, I'm talking for you, why should I be punished to see you happy?"

Yu Le thought about it: "I'll treat you to crayfish when I go back tonight."

Cheng Wenhai stood up with a "swish", his waist was not sore and his legs were not hurting, he was full of energy, "Just wait for your words."

Yu Le didn't have time to talk more, and couldn't wait to go up the conveyor belt again. Cheng Wenhai shouted from behind: "One is not enough, I'm exhausted, so I need two."

Without looking back, Yu Le made a gesture of OK, his bright eyes fixed on the highest point of the snow track, and all the cells in his body were agitated. It was the hunger feeling of eating marrow, and he wanted to skate more times.

Sliding down from the top, racing with the wind, dancing with the snow, looking for a delicate balance in the danger, and pursuing the original calmness in the excitement.

so contradictory.

But it fits perfectly.

The conveyor belt sent him to a high place, and Chai Ming stood quietly like a cedar on a snow-capped mountain, but when he walked over, he looked at him quietly, with a see-through smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Le came in front of him, his face flushed slightly from excitement, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Did you skate just now?"

Chai Ming raised his eyebrows: "You still ask me to guide you when you're blind?"

"..." Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The respectful thoughts that were born just now shattered to the ground, Yu Le put away his thoughts of wanting to communicate with the other party, said "oh", and held the snowball fight back, pointing to the snowy road, "Continue skating?"

"Skate." Chai Ming was even more concise.

Yu Le stopped talking, and slid down the slope again.

It was another round of stimulating experience, which easily drove away Yu Le's unhappiness.

Skate, play, what's not to like?

Up and down.

Chai Ming didn't say anything, but just stood there, motionless. The only change was that he tied his neckline tightly to cover his chin and nose. Under the hat, the shadowy look is really not flattering.

Yu Le came up again after skating for the third time, glanced at Chai Ming, then looked away, and came to the edge of the slope familiarly, and as soon as he stood firmly, he couldn't wait to slide down.

But within two seconds of skating, he was not willing to just slide down straight and boring, his body twisted, the skis under his feet suddenly separated, the center of gravity shifted, so the direction changed, and he slid to the left.

Sliding down at such a speed is a completely different feeling from the intermediate ski trail. It is too fast, as if it will rush out of the ski trail in the next second.

As soon as Yu Le gritted his teeth, the snowball fight slammed into the snow!

The waist and hips exert force accordingly, driving the legs to change the center of gravity and direction of the skis.

But this time was too violent.

As the body twists, a sense of loss of balance follows.

Yu Le waved his arms, struggled in vain, and hung on the rope net with a "crack".

Ah...failed.

Yu Le sat under the rope net like a fat quail, looked at a ski that fell two meters away, collected himself, and stood up slowly with his fingers hooked on the rope net.

Subconsciously turned his head to look at Chai Ming, Chai Ming also looked at him, and looked at him like this for a few seconds, Yu Le knew that Chai Ming would continue to "do nothing like a mountain", so he withdrew his gaze and walked to the side of the falling skis step by step superior.

Bending down to pick it up, holding the skis and walking down.

In places that Chai Ming couldn't see, Yu Le immersed himself in thinking about where he made a mistake. Was the angle too big?Or is it too fast?Or which action did not do a good job as a standard?

Thinking all the way, he almost missed the conveyor belt absent-mindedly. He returned to the starting point, looked at Chai Ming listlessly, and wanted to hear what suggestions Chai Ming had.

Chai Ming looked at him without saying a word, the eyes under the cap were motionless, like statues.

Yu Le: "..."

What kind of ghost coach is this! ?