The Moment of Assassination

"You want to learn now?"

An Ning scoffed a little. "I learned it over two consecutive winters before I could even be considered a beginner. Do you think you can master it just by watching?"

"Pretty much."

Because of the system's reward, Lin Yi possessed all kinds of knowledge. Skiing was naturally no exception. It was just that he had never put it into practice.

"Come on, stop bragging. If you can learn to ski with just one look, I'll be impressed."

"What's the use of impressing you? If we're going to do this, let's make it interesting. Otherwise, I won't play with you."

An Ning's eyes darted around, then she had an idea.

"Then let's do this. Didn't you say that you'll get it with just one look? When you're ready, let's race. The winner will stuff a handful of snow into the clothes of the loser. What do you think?"

Li Sijin, "???"

"Sister An Ning, isn't this a bit much?"