Chapter 131: Su Huan Arrives in Beijing

At 4 p. m., the sunset dyed Miaofeng Mountain golden, and Qin Yun borrowed a tape measure and marker pen from the guesthouse owner before heading out.

The guesthouse owner couldn't possibly have more professional surveying tools, and he didn't particularly need them anyway.

With his current skill level, many things were almost instinctive. For instance, judging slope angle—he could estimate it with his naked eye, and though it wasn't as precise as instruments, extreme precision wasn't necessary.

As for devices like friction coefficient testers, they weren't useless in practice, but they were optional. As long as the friction coefficient met requirements, slight variations made little difference.

What truly affected him were ground conditions, wind speed, humidity, and external factors (people/animals).

After enduring countless system check-in missions and surviving one life-threatening extreme challenge after another, Qin Yun's heart had grown terrifyingly strong.

Speed descent at 140 km/h—something that sounded instantly lethal—now seemed to Qin Yun merely an opportunity to claim a system reward.

Of course, he said that, but he still valued his life, so he wouldn't skip any necessary preparations.

In November, Miaofeng Mountain had long shed its early autumn hues; most of the golden smoke tree leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches that looked desolate.

Along the way, occasional clusters of pine and cypress dotted the grayish mountain cliffs.

Qin Yun walked along the mountain road, occasionally stopping to measure road width and compare it with his own estimates.

The road here was quite wide, accommodating two lanes in one direction. The guardrails on both sides were mostly rusted steel pipes, and in some sections, the bottom of the guardrails had even detached from the ground.

He walked and measured continuously—"To complete the check-in task at 140 km/h, the section must be at least 5 km long, with a slope maintained around 20 degrees, no sharp dead turns, and road surface smoothness is critical."

He stood at 800 meters altitude—this was his speed descent starting point.

Squatting down, he touched the ground with his hand, comparing it to what he'd felt along the way; the friction coefficient, as expected, remained steadily at 0.7.

Speed descent only required a minimum of 0.6.

"I hope tomorrow morning's humidity isn't too high."

For speed descent, he could only choose daytime, not night—human reaction to low-light conditions was far slower than in daylight.

Choosing night for such an extreme sport was no different from seeking death.

"Let's begin."

There were many people on Miaofeng Mountain now, mostly tourists; Qin Yun, with his backpack, blended in unremarkably. Though some found his occasional use of a tape measure on the ground odd, no one came to ask.

He set off from the starting point, walking down the road, and soon reached the first bend.

Without a laser rangefinder, he judged with his naked eye.

Only at master level could one truly appreciate what brilliance meant—he locked onto the center of the curve instantly and estimated the bend's radius in a flash.

"Bend radius: 12.3 meters, slope: 21.7°."

He recorded the data in his phone's notes, muttering to himself: "Slope is moderate, bend radius sufficient—can maintain high speed through the turn."

After recording, he pulled out the marker pen and drew a small triangular mark on a roadside rock—so he'd see it clearly during the actual descent.

As he slowly descended the route, Qin Yun temporarily ignored loose stones on the road—he'd clear them quickly before the descent.

Besides marking and observing bends and slopes, he mostly noted unmanageable bumps and cracks on the road surface; these mattered nothing to cars but could easily cause a longboard to lose control.

Minor cases meant serious injury; major ones meant instant death.

At the 2-kilometer mark, Qin Yun quickened his pace, crouched beside the bend, and found a longitudinal crack—1.5 meters long, 0.8 centimeters wide.

He touched it, then immediately recorded on his phone: "K2+100, longitudinal crack, depth 3 cm, no penetration risk, but requires specialized filler to prevent wheel jamming during turns."

On straight sections, he could ignore it—just record it.

But here, in this bend, he couldn't—it would definitely pass over this spot at high speed; the risk of wheel jamming was too great.

If it jammed, he'd either die or be permanently disabled.

Thus, he walked, stopped, walked again—his phone's notes filled up completely.

"K2+800, slope rises to 24.3°"

"K3+120, guardrail loose"

"K3+530, bend radius 15.7 meters, visibility clear, no blind spots—ideal spot for hitting 140 km/h"

"K3+920, frequent rockfalls—must clear in advance"

"K4+200, friction coefficient…"

From the speed descent starting point to the mountain fork endpoint, Qin Yun's pacing estimated the distance at roughly 5.7 to 5.9 km.

He turned back, then walked upward along the mountain path.

One pass was just observation—he had to quickly memorize the entire descent route over the next few days, know every detail of the road by heart.

Even with full confidence, he dared not be careless when his life was at stake.

Only when night fell did he descend the mountain and return to the guesthouse.

After a simple meal, he sat in front of his room and mentally simulated the entire speed descent process, anticipating all possible problems and devising solutions for each.

……

Daxing Airport, arrivals area.

A figure with shoulder-length hair approached from afar; seeing her, Qin Yun waved immediately.

Su Huan's eyes lit up; she dragged her luggage and ran forward a few steps to meet him.

"Qin Yun."

Taking her suitcase, Qin Yun smiled: "The flight was punctual. Did you eat breakfast?"

"Ate at the airport," Su Huan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and studied Qin Yun. "On livestream, it wasn't obvious, but you've gotten so much darker."

"Hahaha, of course—stayed in the desert that long, how could I not?"

Today, Su Huan wore a black wool coat, a black-striped cotton scarf around her neck, and a beige dress underneath—she looked perfectly beautiful.

"But you—I feel like you've gained weight?"

Su Huan glared and slapped him instantly: "No way! Don't make things up! I weighed myself this morning—still under fifty-five kilos."

Qin Yun laughed heartily: "Just joking."

They chatted and laughed, quickly getting into the car. Though Su Huan was arriving today, Qin Yun hadn't told Shen Hu or the others—he'd just borrowed the car and left.

The car soon joined the ring road, and Su Huan raised an eyebrow at Qin Yun: "You really want to tackle this longboard downhill? 140 km/h is way too dangerous—unnecessary."

Qin Yun shook his head, casually saying: "Dangerous? Isn't Yaomei Peak dangerous to ordinary people? Isn't the primeval forest dangerous? Isn't the desert dangerous? It's all the same."

"To those who know, it's easy; to those who don't, it's hard. I never do anything without confidence. Don't worry."

Seeing his expression, Su Huan knew she couldn't persuade him.

She decided not to press further and instead mentioned that DBH's team would arrive in the afternoon.

Then she brought up Red Bull.

"Did you reach out to Red Bull yourself?"

In Su Huan's view, Qin Yun had never had any business sense—just grunting away at livestreams and recording videos.

His commercial experience was virtually zero.

How had he landed a collaboration with Red Bull? Had he finally woken up?

"I met someone by chance. Here's how it happened…"

Qin Yun explained how he'd met the Catherine family.

Su Huan could only say such luck was beyond ordinary people's reach.

She pulled out her phone, logged onto Red Bull's official website, and soon a photo popped up.

"Is this her?"

Qin Yun glanced at it and nodded: "Yes, Catherine."

Su Huan read aloud: "Catherine Smith, Director of Content Marketing for Red Bull Asia-Pacific."

Since learning Qin Yun was partnering with Red Bull, Su Huan had spent all day yesterday researching the company.

She hadn't realized until now—almost every extreme sport worldwide had Red Bull's shadow behind it, perfectly embodying the principle: you risk your life, I'll pay.

Parkour, skydiving, skateboarding, drifting, surfing, mountain biking, rock climbing—these trendy, cool, adventurous sports had always been Red Bull's favorites.

No wonder Catherine had immediately sealed the deal after watching Qin Yun's videos.

If Qin Yun couldn't win Red Bull's favor, who else could?

Two hours later, the car pulled into the homestay's parking spot.

Su Huan's room had already been booked for her.

After setting down her luggage, Qin Yun was about to speak when Su Huan shoved him out.

"I need to change clothes."

Qin Yun rubbed his nose, thinking: She hasn't even bathed—why change clothes? Does flying or riding in a car make you dirty?

Su Huan shut the door and immediately took a selfie.

She posted it straight to her Moments: Yesterday my boss said we'd sign a contract. Today I rushed here by plane. This is the humble life of a workhorse.

Soon, comments flooded in.

Girls didn't post to Moments to document life—they posted to get comments, likes, and even conversations.

Among the many comments, Shen Hu's was the one that made her happiest.

Shen Hu: Hahaha, so that's why Qin Yun borrowed the car—he was picking you up! This guy's got some taste after all.

Smiling to herself, Su Huan changed her top to a thicker outfit, slipped on slimming tights, and pulled on a short skirt that accentuated her long, straight legs.

She checked herself in the mirror again and again before opening the door and heading downstairs.

Late November in Beijing, though daytime highs reached 14–15°C, dropped to -1°C at night, and temperatures plummeted after dark.

Just as she spotted Qin Yun in the lobby, her phone rang.

She picked it up, her expression turning strange, then flipped the screen toward Qin Yun.

"Song Ya."

Qin Yun stared at the caller ID, puzzled: "You still keep in touch with her? I don't remember."

Su Huan shook her head: "Almost never. If anything, just comments on Moments."

She tapped to answer.

"Hello, Su Huan, long time no see. You're in Beijing? I just saw your post—are you with Qin Yun right now?"

Su Huan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Yes, we just arrived at the homestay. What do you want?"

At that moment, Song Ya was still in bed at home. Hearing Su Huan's words, her right hand clenched involuntarily, and she sat up.

"Oh, nothing. I just saw you're in Beijing and wondered if you'd like to grab dinner?"

Su Huan's eyebrow twitched, and she smiled: "Sorry, I came to Beijing on short notice. My boss is pushing hard—I've got no time. Once I'm done, I have to rush back to Hangzhou. Next time."

Song Ya instantly relaxed, sneering: Hmph, still just a workhorse.

But the moment this thought arose, she suddenly wondered: Why was Su Huan with Qin Yun? Could it be…

In an instant, Song Ya had a bad feeling, and her face darkened.

"Alright then," she probed, "You know Qin Yun's doing livestreams now, right? I've noticed he's doing pretty well."

Su Huan gave a wry smile: "I know. My boss is Qin Yun now. You know how he is—zero planning. He only told me yesterday about the Red Bull deal, making me scramble here. I'm furious."

"…"

"Song Ya… Song Ya… Is the signal bad?"

As the call ended, Song Ya hurled her phone across the room.

"Bitch, bitch, Su Huan you bitch—you're crawling over here to kiss his ass? You fucking whore!"