Chapter 130: Longboard Downhill

What is longboard downhill?

Before today, his understanding of this sport was merely based on impression. But now, having received the system's skill reward, he had reached master level in all sports related to skateboards.

Naturally, he understood longboard downhill completely.

Precisely because he understood this sport well, Qin Yun knew that achieving a speed of 140 km/h meant a sport where you put your head on the line.

What does 140 mean? Faster than cars on China's highways.

But cars are iron wrapping flesh—you feel no real danger—while longboard downhill is a person standing on a skateboard, hurtling down steep roads, using body weight and acceleration to reach maximum speed.

It is already one of the most dangerous and fastest extreme sports.

Know that this has no mechanical brakes; it relies purely on technique to slow down. Yet globally, few people practice longboard downhill—it's a very small circle.

It became famous precisely because it is so dangerous.

But globally, there are no shortage of fools who court death, and plenty who fear nothing, so this sport is gradually entering the mainstream. Still, downhill remains out of reach for ordinary people.

"Qin—"

Catherine's voice pulled Qin Yun's gaze back from the system's interface.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"Oh? Care to share?" Catherine asked curiously.

At that moment, lamb spine arrived, steaming with rich aroma; Qin Yun's appetite surged again. The two kids beside him also licked their lips—had they not feared the heat, they would have reached out to grab it already.

While the pot still boiled, Qin Yun said simply: "I may do an extreme sports livestream in Beijing soon. If Red Bull is interested, we could try collaborating."

Catherine froze, urging: "Qin, don't worry—I'll definitely help you secure the deal. No need to do a livestream specifically; no matter how well-prepared you are, it's still extremely dangerous."

She assumed Qin Yun planned the livestream because of the Red Bull contract, and this impressed her greatly.

Qin Yun smiled, not denying it: "I plan to challenge longboard downhill at Miaofeng Mountain in Beijing once I'm ready. Target: peak speed of 140 km/h."

Hearing this, Catherine blinked, looking at Qin Yun with confusion: "Qin, did I mishear?"

"You didn't." Qin Yun shrugged, smiling faintly. "Yep, 140 km/h. That's my target."

"Oh, God!" Catherine's eyes bulged. "That's way too dangerous."

Qin Yun watched the broth in the pot boil, then used serving chopsticks to place lamb spine into each of their bowls.

Only then did he say calmly: "If it's not dangerous, how is it an extreme challenge?"

"But… Qin, are you also skilled at longboard downhill?"

In the earlier video, Catherine had only seen skiing, mountain climbing, rock climbing, and wilderness survival.

"Yeah, pretty skilled." Qin Yun thought to himself: Before today, if you asked me, I'd say I couldn't. But now? That's another story.

Seeing Qin Yun was determined, Catherine dropped her objections and began considering the matter from a collaboration standpoint.

After a moment's thought, she nodded: "Qin, I'll contact the company tonight. I can approve this sponsorship myself. The amount? I need to meet with marketing first—I'm sorry. But I'll fight for the highest price possible."

"Thank you, Catherine. Come on, eat—this tastes amazing."

With that settled in a few words, they dropped work talk and shared personal anecdotes.

……

Back at the accommodation arranged by the Forbidden City, Qin Yun immediately contacted Su Huan.

"Su Huan, I plan to do a longboard downhill livestream in Miaofeng Mountain, Beijing, in a few days. Help me contact relevant equipment manufacturers."

"Skateboard?" Su Huan paused, exclaiming, "When did you learn to skateboard?"

"Skateboard and skiing—just one character different, same principle. You saw how well I ski; skateboard won't be a problem."

Listening to Qin Yun's serious nonsense, Su Huan laughed bitterly: "You're not going to tell me you can surf too, are you?"

"Cough!" Qin Yun thought: Give me some time—I might learn it soon.

"Alright, no joking. Are you serious?"

Qin Yun said: "Dead serious. This time I'm pushing limits. Target: peak speed over 140 km/h."

"…………"

"Do you even realize what you're saying? I've never driven over 130 km/h, and now you're telling me you'll ride a skateboard at 140?" Su Huan's voice rose sharply.

Qin Yun quickly moved the phone away, waiting until the other side calmed before replying: "That's why it's called extreme sport."

"But isn't that too dangerous?" Su Huan remained uneasy. "If you lose control at top speed, won't you risk your life?"

"Don't worry." Qin Yun reassured her. "Longboard downhill has a very low global fatality rate—much lower than mountain climbing."

"Really?" Su Huan was skeptical.

"Check it yourself later." Qin Yun spoke firmly. "I survived Yaomei Peak—nine deaths, one life—and this is just longboard downhill."

"Fine, I'll check later. What equipment do you need? Are there any specialized companies in China?"

Qin Yun gave Su Huan the data he'd gathered: "NHS from the U. S., DBH from China, SWAY from South Korea. Pick whichever you like."

"Got it. I'll research first, then get back to you once I've confirmed."

"Mm." After finishing business, Qin Yun asked about Su Huan's personal life: "What are you doing? Had dinner?"

"Ate long ago. What time is it?" Su Huan put on headphones, set the phone aside, and began scrubbing her undergarments. "You've been in Beijing for days—everything going well? Confirmed the wilderness survival filming schedule?"

"Yes. Confirmed for January 1st, but I'll head to Canada in late December for a ten-day training camp."

"Atlin Lake in Canada—January temperatures can drop to minus twenty degrees. Another extreme climate. This wilderness survival will be brutal."

Qin Yun chuckled: "For contestants, it's two million U. S. dollars. No matter how hard, it's worth it."

"So when are you finally launching your YouTube channel?"

"Whenever you want to start."

Su Huan sighed: "Forget it. I'll plan it for you—you'd wait until the flowers have withered before deciding."

"Hehe, thanks for the trouble."

Qin Yun felt relieved to have one less thing on his mind.

"Can't help it—who's the boss and who's the employee, right?"

They chatted and laughed, unaware they'd turned into a long phone call, until they realized it was already past ten at night.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's stop. Get some rest early. I'm going to take a shower."

"Mm." Su Huan nodded. "Tomorrow I'll contact these companies."

"Alright, goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

After hanging up, Qin Yun lay on the bed, momentarily lost in thought.

The memory of Song Mu and Song Ya's visit just days ago was still vivid, leaving him genuinely uneasy.

No wonder more and more people today are unwilling to marry—getting married in China isn't just about two people, but two families.

When two lives with completely different values collide suddenly, it's rare indeed that they coexist peacefully, each content with the other. Most family relationships are merely those of strangers who know each other.

Worse still, like Song Mu, they interfere, complain, and gossip behind your back—then there's not a single peaceful day.

"Forget it. Let things take their course."

Qin Yun took off his clothes, showered, and went to sleep.

The next day, he went to the Forbidden City again. After confirming his further involvement wasn't needed, he requested to leave.

Yang Zhiyu and Zeng Yanming were reluctant to let him go.

"Little Qin, you must come to Beijing often to visit us. You're always welcome here."

"Yes," Zeng Yanming patted his shoulder. "I always feel you're hiding a whole trunk of treasures. I'd love to lock you up in the Forbidden City and interrogate you properly."

Qin Yun made a terrified face: "Old Zeng, I'm not a eunuch, and you're not the Emperor."

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

At the moment of departure, Yang Zhiyu added: "If you ever get consulted about restoration work in the future, don't refuse."

"I won't." Qin Yun nodded solemnly. "Just give me a call, Old Yang—I'm always ready."

"Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear—I'll remember it." Yang Zhiyu pulled Yang Yanqiu forward. "Xiao Qiu, go see Qin Yun off."

The two walked out of the Forbidden City.

Qin Yun said: "Alright, stop here. Go back. Next time I'll treat you to dinner—though ideally, if the Forbidden City has a budget, that'd be best."

"Pfft!"

Yang Yanqiu burst out laughing.

"Alright, Master Qin. The Forbidden City's budget isn't much, but treating the two of us to a few good meals is more than enough."

After bidding farewell to Yang Yanqiu, Qin Yun returned to the hotel to pack.

Since he wouldn't be working at the Forbidden City anymore, he obviously couldn't stay there—he planned to head straight to the area near Miaofeng Mountain and find somewhere to live.

After packing, before he could even leave, Catherine called.

"Qin, thirty thousand yuan sponsorship—just wear a pair of Red Bull official custom glasses. Of course, we need authorization to use the subsequent video for promotion."

Qin Yun perked up: "Catherine, this is great news."

"Haha, your name was already on the sports marketing team's list. As soon as I mentioned your longboard downhill livestream, the company approved it."

"Also," Catherine continued, "the company will send someone to Beijing tomorrow to meet you, sign this contract, and decide whether to offer you a personal contract based on circumstances. I think they want to see how your livestream performs or whether your challenge succeeds."

"Mm, I understand."

"I won't be in Beijing tomorrow—I'm leaving for Shaanxi tonight. Hope we meet again someday."

"Mm, we will. Say hello to Sasha and Jerry for me."

"Mm, goodbye."

After he checked into a guesthouse near Miaofeng Mountain again, Su Huan brought good news.

Every manufacturer she contacted was willing to sponsor, but only DBH offered ten thousand yuan.

"Then it's DBH. Have them come to Beijing. I'll send you the location—just contact me directly. Also, I've already secured Red Bull's sponsorship—tomorrow they'll come to Beijing to sign the contract. The sponsorship is thirty thousand yuan."

Su Huan hadn't expected Qin Yun to have such business acumen. She hurriedly said: "I'll come over tomorrow too. So many contracts to sign—I can't trust you alone."

Qin Yun thought about it—he was right.

Let professionals handle professional matters. Why should he exhaust himself studying contracts?

"Alright, send me your flight details. I'll pick you up tomorrow with Shen Hu's car."

"OK. See you tomorrow."

With time still early, Qin Yun left the guesthouse and walked toward Miaofeng Mountain, planning to scout the route and make preliminary preparations.

Once his gear arrived tomorrow, he'd run a few test runs.

Although he had a Master-level skill, attempting a downhill run with zero preparation would carry a near-certain 99% chance of disaster. After all, he didn't even know the terrain—if he couldn't memorize every section of the route, doing this kind of extreme sport was suicide.

Moreover, he was doing this solo—he couldn't get official road closures. That meant even if he chose early morning, people would still be moving around Miaofeng Mountain.

So he had to consider every possible factor.