The buff effect is already circulating in my bloodstream, my fingertips are at a stable temperature, and there's no sign of numbness.
He packed away his hand-drip equipment and repacked it into the shock-absorbing layer of his sack.
The FX3 on the tripod was still in standby mode, with the red indicator light flashing slowly.
All the core materials for both commercial orders have been filmed.
A natural close-up of a heat pack, the entire process of making pour-over coffee, and an unexpected appearance of Cotton Candy.
We'll save the remaining chocolate energy bars for a break during our skiing trip to take photos; the scene will look more natural that way.
Su Wei squatted down next to the camel pack and zipped up all the zippers.
A base cooperation fee of US$150,000.
If the video views exceed three million, the tiered increase clause will be activated, and the actual income will far exceed this figure.
The extra cost he incurred was simply spending less than twenty minutes setting up the equipment during his ski trip.
He stood up and brushed the snow off his knees.
Emily had already pulled the two all-terrain snowboards out of their straps and placed them upside down on the snow.
She took out the two blocks of extreme cold skiing wax from her fanny pack, lifted the plastic caps of the wax blocks with her thumb, revealing a translucent solid wax surface.
"I adjusted your board's binding last night; the front is 15 degrees, and the back is -6 degrees."
Without looking up, she pressed the wax block firmly against the bottom of the board with her palm and pushed it along the longitudinal grooves at a steady speed.
"If you feel your back foot angle is wrong, it's not too late to correct it."
Su Wei walked over, stepped on the pedal of the binding device with one foot, and swayed back and forth twice.
The latches engage securely without any play.
No need to change it.
Emily finished waxing both soles and rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand.
She straightened up and pulled her ski goggles down from her forehead and over her eyes.
The anti-fog coating on the inside of the lens adapts to temperature differences, ensuring a clear field of vision.
She turned to look at the temperature-controlled compartment on Su Wei's chest.
The Cotton Candy had completely retracted its head, leaving only the tip of its tail peeking out from the zipper gap with a small patch of white fur.
"It will be very windy once you go up, so make sure your zipper is zipped up tightly."
She reached out and gently pinched the tip of the white tail.
"There might be peregrine falcons up high up. To them, this small creature would just be lunch."
Su Wei zipped up the temperature-controlled chamber until only one centimeter of ventilation opening remained.
I bent down and stepped into the binding device; the latch clicked shut twice.
With feet firmly planted on the snowboard, lower your center of gravity and slightly bend your knees.
Emily had already slid off before him.
The white ski suit skied along the snow at high speed, cutting a clean arc through the powder.
The snow mist kicked up by the tail of the skies exploded in the sunlight, swirling into a translucent white trail by the airflow.
Su Wei pushed off with his back foot, pressing the board head down the slope.
Gravity took over everything.
The sound of the wind filled my ears. The windproof fabric of the jacket was pressed tightly against my chest by the airflow, and the speed reached the adrenaline-pumping range within three seconds.
The powdery snow made a continuous rustling sound on the bottom of the board.
With each blade change, his knees controlled the distribution of pressure.
The angle at which the front edge cuts into the snow should not exceed thirty degrees, and the timing of lifting the back edge should be precisely at the critical point of weight transfer.
The tail of the board kicked up waist-high waves of snow, which exploded into a white fan shape behind it.
Emily came to an abrupt stop fifty meters ahead.
The tail of the ski cut across the snow, and I stopped by turning to the side.
She took off one glove, pulled her phone from her waist bag, and pointed the camera at Su Wei, who was rapidly approaching.
"Don't stop! Keep this speed and keep going!"
Her shouts were torn to shreds by the wind.
Su Wei heard it clearly.
He did not slow down.
With knees low and center of gravity forward, he sped past Emily's camera, the bottom of his skis skiing along the snow.
Snow sprayed out from the tail of the board, and fine ice crystals hit her glasses with a crackling sound.
Emily held up her phone, took the last frame, and glanced down at the screen.
In the video, a man in a black windbreaker draws an arc across the shimmering, diamond-like powder snow covering the slope.
Behind them lay the enormous shadow of the Pyramid Mountain, cleaved by the sunlight.
She grinned, her face, red from the cold, beaming with joy.
" Su Wei!"
She shouted at the figure that had already slid more than 30 meters away.
"That move you just made..."
The wind blew away the second half of the sentence.
Su Wei braked to a stop a short distance away, his skis cutting a beautiful arc through the snow. He turned his head.
Emily cupped her hands around her mouth and strained her voice.
"It looks better on camera than anything else!"
The sound carried on the mountain breeze, tinged with laughter.
Su Wei stood on the slope, the powdery snow covering the blade of the plank.
He didn't reply, but his smile couldn't be hidden by his windproof collar.
Along the ridgeline of Pyramid Mountain, the clusters of dark gray cumulus clouds had thickened once more.
Chapter 213 The Art of Skiing, Emergency Broadcast?
Emily's skiing skills far exceeded Su Wei's expectations.
She kept her center of gravity extremely low, almost skimming the surface of the snow as she flew.
The angle at which the blade cuts into the powdery snow is incredibly tricky.
Each blade change was clean and precise, without any unnecessary wobbling.
Her white ski suit moved at high speed across the pristine white slope.
The snow mist kicked up by the tail of the skis was pierced by the sunlight and exploded into a shower of golden fragments.
Su Wei himself was in much worse condition.
He hadn't touched snowboards in a long time, and his body was still trying to regain muscle memory during the first three turns.
The center of gravity was too high, and the tail of the board slipped twice.
The pressure distribution with my right foot was entirely based on feeling, and I was a beat too slow when I cut into the corner.
The change occurred at the fourth bend.
The passive effect of being Nimble Hands begins to appear.
Every tiny adjustment of the toes inside the snow boots suddenly became precise.
The angle at which the front edge cuts into the snow is no longer ambiguous, but rather clear data that can be precisely perceived by the body.
It's as if you're operating a carving knife on a workbench.
Muscles know where to exert force and how much force to exert.
On the fifth bend, Su Wei's body completely relaxed.
He lowered his center of gravity, his knees almost scraping the snow, and the blade cut into the powder at a 25-degree angle.
The person traced a smooth S-shaped trajectory along the natural curve of the hillside.
The speed increased dramatically.
The sound of the wind changed from being right next to my ears to a continuous low-frequency roar.
Su Wei came to a stop on a relatively flat snow plateau.
The tail of the ski cut across the snow surface, spraying snow fragments two meters away.
He pulled DJI Mavic 3 Pro from the side pocket of his sack and unfolded its arms.
The propellers spun at high speed in the cold air, and the drone rose vertically into the air, hovering forty meters overhead.