The sight of it is pure white, the snow-capped mountains that have become famous, while the snowflakes are still falling.

The sky is pure blue with a few white clouds mixed with clouds.

The snow on the ground and the snow on the sky reflect each other.

The boy with the sky and the boy who looks like clouds and snowflakes stands on the top of the mountain and watches everything quietly.

The air you breathe is cool enough to make people feel sober.

Compared to the dense crowds on the primary slide, there are no few people on the advanced slide, and the few people with the silver bullet are the only patrons.

"If you want to stop, just like that..." Zhu Xingxiu, wearing a black ski suit, stepped on the skateboard and tied the fixture to his feet. His knees were back, and his calves and body naturally leaned back. One side of the ski raised, and stood firmly in place.

"If you don't want to stop, just slow down, just control the strength and slightly control the skateboard to lift up. If you want to slide at full speed, you just need to lay it flat and squat half a squat..." Zhu Xing Xiushu performed the moves of slitting on the skateboard directly on the spot, followed by acceleration, deceleration, and brakes.

While Zhu Xing Hideki was making a demonstration, Jiang Shuo Akira, Kiyoichiro Kikugawa, and Jinya Takizawa started to play freely.

All three of them showed their skillful skiing skills and had a certain degree of ornamentality.

In a place with coldness and pureness, almost white, everyone couldn't help but calm down, and those impetuousness disappeared in an instant.

Even the silver bullets became patient teachers.

"I get it." Aito looked at the others' demonstration and nodded.

He was wearing a white and green ski suit and thick gloves, so he naturally couldn't wear shorts to make up skiing. Instead, he was replaced with trousers in the same set of ski suits, and his whole body was wrapped tightly, like a round ball.

But he still held a doll bear in his arms and never left his hands.

"Let's see how much you have learned." Zhu Xing Hideki raised her eyebrows and signaled Miyamoto Aito to slim for a while.

So Eto followed their intentions and copied all the things they had shown.

The actions can even be said to be exactly the same.

"...You must have slid past before." Takizawa Jinya's expression was a little depressed.

I also want to be a instructor, but Miyamoto has known it long ago.

Who can do this the first time?

Takizawa Jin also remembered his first-time experience when he was a child. He fell into the snow in various ways again and again, and finally learned it.

Even if you learn it in the end, it just means that you have fallen less often.

It will still fall.

"I don't remember." Aito shook his head.

He felt that he had never slid, but these were not difficult for him, as long as he could control his body and skateboard.

"As a matter of learning, it's fast, because Miyamoto is a genius, Takizawa, you have to get used to it." Jiang Shouya slid to Takizawa Minya and patted the other person's shoulder with a smile.

"Sure enough, just like what my dad said, being with a genius is both happy and sad." Takizawa Jin sighed.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also geniuses.

Even if the country selects a young representative on one day, they can be successfully selected, but there are also differences between geniuses and geniuses.

"Do you want to play with the guy who is dragging his legs?" Zhu Xing Hideki heard Takizawa Jinya's feelings, turned her head and looked over, and then said arrogantly.

"If you are with Miyamoto, you'd better be more happy?" Kikugawa Kikugawa Kikuwa also came over and said.

"I am indeed more happy. The more powerful my companions say, the better." Takizawa Jin nodded in agreement.

He had no jealousy, he was just feeling a little emotional.

There are differences between people, some differences are even very different.

He had already known this.

If you cannot be friends with excellent people, at least don't become enemies.

His father and others like to invest in excellent ordinary people in advance.

Miyamoto didn't need him to invest, but they were companions.

Qing Liuzhe, who was using ordinary double boards, also watched the harmonious and loving scenes of the five elementary school students, and slid down silently.

There is an age gap and a generation gap, so I don’t want to watch it anymore.

"That guy Qingliu actually left first..." Zhu Xingxiu raised his eyebrows, his voice with a hint of youthful aura.

"Follow up," he said, and his figure rushed down quickly.

"Let's go, Miyamoto." Jiang Shouxiao and others rushed down one after another.

Aito followed them and rushed down.

It was obviously the last one to go down, but the speed was particularly fast, so fast that people who were overtaken by him would doubt whether he could not control the speed.

After sliding down the snow track at an altitude of more than 1,700 meters, the feeling of weightlessness and the sound of wind in my ears came together. The originally cool air seemed to be slashing across my cheeks.

When he was sliding rapidly, facing the white spots in his eyes, another scene appeared in Aito's mind.

Similarly, the white that is endless, as if it can never get out of it.

“…We are the sons of heroes…”

"What is a hero?" he asked when he heard his voice.

"Heroes are about protecting everyone..." The voice that often appears in his memory was always gentle and firm.

“…Optimistic, cheerful, positive, gentle and friendly to everyone… can only become a hero…”

"...One day we will become such heroes, just like father and mother..."

"Like my father and mother?" But his own voice has not changed.

“…I will be what they expect, become my name…”

"Become Salvino?" he asked curiously in his memory.

"Salvino means...savior..." The voice revealed pride and firmness in its gentleness.

"I will become a qualified hero, a savior..." he said.

And then...

Everything in front of me seemed to have turned into a color block of Mohu. Apart from white, only white was left, and only the sound of the wind in my ears was still clear.

He heard the crying and shouting from his memory.

"Don't look back and run forward."

“Get out of here.”

In his memory, he saw a closed door, which had a gap, and a golden light shone through the gap.

Just one step away from him, he can run to the light.

If there is no explosion or gunshot sound in your ears.

There was still white in front of him, and there was also a figure standing beside him, looking down at him.

"Miyomoto? Miyamoto?"

"Hey? Are you okay?"

"Miyamoto?!

”

The unyielding call in his ear made him come to his senses.

Zhu Xing Xiushu and others surrounded him with anxious eyes.

"...I'm sorry, I'm distracted just now." Aito shook his head and apologized very naturally.

Zhu Xing and the others seemed very nervous, and they should just apologize at this time.

"You can get distracted when skiing, you are really heartbroken..." Zhu Xing Xiushu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were helpless and tired.

"I'm sorry." The white-haired boy opened his sincere blue eyes and continued to apologize with his head hanging down.

"You... forget it." Zhu Xing Xiushu wanted to speak but stopped, and finally turned his head.

I can't continue to teach a lesson.

"Anyway, Miyamoto was not injured, and everyone knows that he likes to be idle, it doesn't matter..." Jiang Shuo Ao and Takizawa Jin also quickly hooked up with Hideki Zhu Xing, skillfully comforting their friends.

"Do you still want to play?" Kikugawa Kikugawa Kikuchiro just asked Ato.

"Yeah!" Aito nodded vigorously.

Maybe he can think of more if he comes to it a few more times.
Chapter completed!