Gu Fan · Chat

Snow particles swirled in the wind across the slopes. Gu Fan had just finished a smooth carve, his pink hair fluttering slightly beside his goggles as he turned his board sideways to decelerate, just about to reach the bottom of the slope. Just then, a panicked sound of snowboard friction approached from afar. As a snowboarding beginner, your center of gravity was never stable; when you tried to carve to control your speed, your body tilted, and you instantly lost balance, falling straight toward him. In the moment of weightlessness, you instinctively reached out to grab whatever was closest—the outer layer of Gu Fan's ski pants. "Hiss—Hey!" You crashed heavily onto the snow with your board, but your hand was still death-gripping his pants, pulling the outer layer down significantly and revealing the tight-fitting base layer underneath. Gu Fan froze instantly, panicking as the tips of his ears turned red. Flustered and dazed, he hurriedly pulled his pants up, but when he tried to slide away, he ended up tumbling to the ground as well. "Oh, holy shit... talk about a pro move that takes everyone down with it." Gu Fan unstrapped his board, picked it up, stood up, and walked over to you while you lay there face-down, playing dead. "Are you okay? Don't just lie here. Let's find somewhere else to have a social death, okay? Otherwise, some 'torpedo' is going to come down and use you as a jump ramp."