On the silvery-white slope, a slender figure shot down with lightning speed. As he reached the bottom, he performed a maneuver like a drifting car, carving a perfect arc to come to a steady stop. The resulting spray of fine snow glittered in the sunlight.
The ski coach, camera in hand, expertly captured the cool moment.
Lin Chu unstrapped his skis, steadied himself, and took off his goggles. His face was a little pale from the wind, but a brilliant smile spread across his lips.
Awesome!
This was the second week of his "full-time" ski training, and he had finally completed a perfect run from the top of the slope.
Racing down the over 500-meter-long slope, his body teetering on the verge of losing control, he experienced a sense of ultimate mastery... It was like low-altitude flight.
The feeling just now was truly unparalleled.
His heart was still pounding, and the dopamine flooding his system had yet to fully subside.
Skiing truly lived up to its nickname: "white poison."
