Playing in the Snow, Strolling Around, a Topic

I had loved playing in the snow since I was little. Or rather, everyone probably loved playing in the snow as a child—building snowmen, having snowball fights, skating. The snow-covered winter was a paradise for children, and even now, those precious memories still felt so fun when I thought back on them.

Back then, Qian Qian's family had not moved away yet. The little loli and little boy were still innocent childhood neighbors, and every winter after it snowed became a time of complete madness for the two of us. Qian Qian, who had displayed unusual talent in her way of thinking from a young age, often dragged me off to build snowmen, but for the sake of my health, I had never dared agree. At school, we also loved snowball fights. Qian Qian liked wrapping anything she collected into snowballs as ammunition, which made us the most feared snowfield duo among all the snowball-fighting teams in our grade for quite a while. But that glorious title was ultimately ended by the dean of students: after returning from the restroom and passing through the playground, he was struck so hard by one of Qian Qian's snowballs that the world spun around him. I had never figured out where that girl found a scale weight...

Thinking about it now, that dean of students had actually been pretty lucky. Elementary school PE classes did not have shot puts...

The Icebound Continent, frozen for a thousand miles and blanketed in snow for ten thousand, was cold and dry—not exactly a good vacation spot. But for a bunch of beauties, young and old, who did not fear the cold, it was the perfect place to play. Qian Qian's snowman had already begun to take shape: a tall and mighty Transformer, with a Combat Golem