Everyone holds vague expectations, hoping that this new blood can bring surprises.

After returning to the association.

Wu Qian quickly uploaded Yu Nian's identity information to the system, bound his ID number, and issued him an identity badge as an association member.

"Your identity information is being verified. Once passed, I will arrange for you to register for the Tianmen Mountain Competition."

"Thanks."

Hearing Yu Nian's thanks, Wu Qian shook his head and touched his arm: "There is still a month until the competition, so let's come over to train together starting tomorrow."

So from the next day, Yu Nian continued to study courses in the system space at night, and came to Fang Shoushan to train with the association members during the day.

The group of people in the Downhill Association are as excited as they are. They are all gearing up and training with high enthusiasm, hoping to catch up with this newcomer.

But they soon gave up this idea, and everyone looked at Yu Nian with more and more amazement.

It turns out that the first test at Fang Shoushan is far from his end. Yu Nian's level and ability are improving every day. This speed of progress makes people wonder where his upper limit is.

Everyone watched his progress and couldn't help but fantasize.

Maybe... under the heavy siege of Europeans and Americans, can he really achieve a breakthrough of 0 and win a medal for his country?

Only Wu Qian saw some clues. Yu Nian's skills were not great, but his physical strength was a big problem.

Whether Wen Xishan or Fang Shoushan, their total length is limited and far from reaching their physical limits, so their performance is flawless.

However, the Tianmen Mountain Tongtian Avenue, in addition to technique, is also a severe test for physical strength.

Wu Qian was determined to help Yu Nian make up for his shortcomings in this area, but the competition was approaching. At this time, if he rashly adjusted his technical training and focused on physical training, he might lose more than he gained.

He could only add some physical exercise in addition to Yu Nian's training.

January goes by in a blink of an eye.

In the past month, Deng Jingwei would come over to pick up Yu Nian when he had time.

The guys in the association who didn't care about the entertainment industry didn't know that Yu Nian was an artist. They just thought that Deng Jingwei was a relative or friend who came to pick him up.

Deng Jingwei also became familiar with them over time.

He kept Yu Nian's hobby secret and did not tell anyone.

I know my artist is good at longboarding, but I have no idea how good he is.

At the end of the day's training, when he came to pick up Yu Nian, Yu Nian told him that he was going to Hunan Province with the association.

"Why are you going to Hunan Province?" Deng Jingwei looked confused.

"Contest."

Deng Jingwei: "?" slowly typed a question mark.

Wu Qian on the side told everyone: "Our training has come to an end. Let's have a good rest and relax after we go back today. Tomorrow we will leave for Hunan Province."

Thinking of a suitable way to relax, Yu Nian said to Deng Jingwei, who had not yet recovered, "I will go to Wenxi Mountain to paint in a while."

His painting skills had earlier been spread around Wenxi Mountain through a local Weibo post. Many people had come to squat with him. It happened that Yu Nian was transferred to Fang Shoushan for training, and those who came to squat with him could only miss him.

The limelight has almost passed by now.

When he came back here again after a month, the pancake seller's eyes lit up when he saw him: "Hey, long time no see. Why haven't you been here lately?"

Yu Nian put on his hat and glasses and told him: "I've been busy lately."

My uncle's daughter, who is in kindergarten, has a day off today. She came over to play with her father and saw Yu Nian saying hello sweetly.

Yu Nianzhao just closes the stall after finishing a stack of drawing paper, but today is not a holiday, and there are few tourists in Wenxi Mountain.

It was getting dark and no one was there, but he still had a piece of drawing paper left.

The street lights turned on one after another.

Yu Nian looked up and saw a man waiting for a bus standing not far away.

He has a handsome profile, with broken hair hanging down from his forehead, making the bridge of his nose high. There is a camera hanging around his neck, his back is straight, and he is looking down at the photos on the screen slightly.

A few passers-by around him couldn't help but look at him again and again.

So Yu Nian used this last piece of paper to draw the man under the street lamp in the night.

The man in the painting is young and handsome, with indifferent eyebrows.

As soon as he finished painting, Deng Jingwei came over on a small electric donkey to pick him up.

Yu Nian took off the thumbtacks, packed up the easel and put the things in the front seat of the eDonkey.

When Deng Jingwei asked him to sit down, Yu Nian walked to the pancake stall, squatted down and patted the little head of the pancake uncle's daughter, pointed to the person under the streetlight and asked: "Can you help me give this painting to that person?"

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The little girl nodded heavily, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Yu Nian, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

Yu Nian smiled and got on Deng Jingwei's electric donkey.

"Sit tight! Buzz~buzz~" Deng Jingwei exaggeratedly simulated the sound of a motorcycle starting up, and drove Yu Nian away.

Meng Chaochuan was looking at the photos in the camera. On the winding road of Wenxi Mountain, there was no figure of the long board among the crape myrtle flowers.

Maybe it’s time to look elsewhere for ideas.

He felt something tugging at the corner of his clothes. He lowered his head and saw a little girl tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his body and asked in a magnetic voice.

The little girl handed the painting to him: "My brother gave it to you!"

Meng Chaochuan took the painting and saw himself painted on it.

He turned around in surprise, only to see the pancake seller busy preparing to close the stall, and the shop selling herbal tea and ice cream nearby also closed its rolling shutter door.

He asked the little girl: "Who gave it to me?"

The little girl made a face: "Brother who paints, he can also skate longboard!"

After saying that, he jumped away.

Meng Chaochuan looked at her moving lips and tightened his fingers. He heard the little girl's voice clearly, but he didn't know what she said.

Painting...

What are you drawing?

More than ten years ago.

"What does hard of hearing mean? Does it mean my son is deaf?"

"No, his hearing is normal and he can hear sounds completely."

"Then why-"

"To put it bluntly, he cannot distinguish between language resolution and pure loudness." The doctor looked at Meng's mother and said in a different way, "Madam, have you ever studied French?"

"……No."

A string of fluent French flowed out of the doctor's mouth.

Mother Meng pursed her lips and looked at him, as if she understood something.

The doctor switched back to Chinese: "You heard my voice clearly, but you didn't understand what I said."

"It's not that I can't hear, it's that I don't understand."
Chapter completed!