[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-131":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336185,4567,"Chapter 131: Su Huan Arrives in Beijing","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>At 4 p.m., the sunset painted Miaofeng Mountain golden, and Qin Yun borrowed a tape measure and marker pen from the guesthouse owner before heading out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guesthouse owner couldn’t possibly have more professional surveying tools, and Qin Yun didn’t particularly need them anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current skill level, many things were almost instinctive—for instance, judging slope angles, he could estimate them with his eyes alone; though less precise than instruments, such precision wasn’t necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly mattered to him were ground conditions, wind speed, humidity, and external factors (people\u002Fanimals).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having endured countless system check-in missions and faced life-threatening extremes, Qin Yun’s heart had grown terrifyingly strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending at 140 km\u002Fh—something that sounded instantly lethal—now seemed to Qin Yun merely an opportunity to claim a system reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he said that, but he still valued his life, so he wouldn’t skip any necessary preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, occasional clusters of pine and cypress dotted the grayish mountain cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun walked along the winding mountain road, occasionally stopping to measure road width and compare it with his own estimates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road here was quite wide, accommodating two lanes in one direction; guardrails on both sides were mostly rusted steel pipes, and in some sections, the rail bases had even detached from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked and measured continuously—“To complete the check-in task at 140 km\u002Fh, the stretch must be at least 5 km long, with a slope maintained around 20 degrees, no sharp hairpin turns, and surface smoothness is critical.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at 800 meters elevation—his starting point for the descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squatting down, he touched the ground with his hand, comparing it to the sections he’d passed; the friction coefficient remained steadily at 0.7, as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The descent requirement only demanded 0.6.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope tomorrow morning’s humidity isn’t too high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the descent, he could only choose daytime, not night—human reaction to low-light conditions was far slower than in daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attempting such an extreme sport at night was no different from seeking death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still many people on Miaofeng Mountain, mostly tourists; Qin Yun, with his backpack, blended in unremarkably. Though some found his occasional use of the tape measure odd, no one approached to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set off from the starting point, walking down the road, soon reaching the first curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a laser rangefinder, he judged with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at master level could one truly appreciate what brilliance meant—he locked onto the center of the curve instantly and estimated its radius in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Curve radius: 12.3 meters, slope: 21.7°.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recorded the data in his phone’s notes, muttering to himself: “Slope is moderate, curve radius sufficient—can maintain high speed through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recording, he pulled out the marker pen and drew a small triangular mark on a roadside rock, so it would be instantly visible during the actual descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued slowly downward, temporarily ignoring loose stones on the road—he’d clear them quickly before the descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides marking and observing curves and slopes, he mostly noted unmanageable bumps and cracks on the surface; these mattered nothing to cars but could easily cause a longboard to lose control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, serious injury; at worst, death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 2-kilometer mark, Qin Yun quickened his pace, crouched beside the curve, and found a longitudinal crack—1.5 meters long, 0.8 centimeters wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a straight stretch, he could ignore it—just record it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, in this curve, he couldn’t; at high speed, his longboard would inevitably pass over it—the risk of wheel jamming was too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it jammed, he’d either die or be permanently disabled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he walked, stopped, walked again—his phone’s notes filled up completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“K2+800, slope rises to 24.3°.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“K3+120, guardrail loose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“K3+530, curve radius 15.7 meters, clear line of sight, no blind spots—ideal spot for hitting 140 km\u002Fh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“K3+920, many falling rocks—need to clear in advance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“K4+200, friction coefficient...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the descent’s starting point to the fork at the end, Qin Yun’s pacing estimated the distance at roughly 5.7 to 5.9 km.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back, then walked upward along the mountain path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pass was just observation—he had to quickly memorize every detail of the entire descent route over the next few days, until he knew it by heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with full confidence, he dared not be careless when his life was at stake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when night fell did he descend the mountain and return to the guesthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a simple meal, he sat in front of his room and mentally simulated the entire descent, anticipating every possible problem and devising solutions for each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daxing Airport, arrivals area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure with long hair flowing over her shoulders approached from afar; seeing her, Qin Yun waved immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan’s eyes lit up; she dragged her luggage and hurried forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking her suitcase, Qin Yun smiled: “Your flight was punctual. Did you eat breakfast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ate at the airport,” Su Huan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and studied him. “I couldn’t tell from your livestreams, but you’ve gotten so much darker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, of course—I was in the desert for so long, how could I not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you—I feel like you’ve gained weight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan glared and slapped him playfully: “What? Don’t make things up! I weighed myself this morning—I’m still under fifty-five kilos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed heartily: “Just joking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted and laughed, soon 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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car soon joined Raocheng Road; Su Huan raised an eyebrow at Qin Yun: “You’re really going to attempt this longboard descent? 140 km\u002Fh is way too dangerous—unnecessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head, carefree: “Dangerous? Isn’t Yaomei Peak dangerous for ordinary people? The primeval forest? The desert? All the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the expert, it’s easy; to the novice, it’s impossible. I won’t do anything without confidence. Don’t worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his expression, Su Huan knew she couldn’t persuade him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped the subject and instead mentioned that DBH personnel would arrive in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she brought up Red Bull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you reach out to Red Bull yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Su Huan’s view, Qin Yun had never had any business sense—just grunting through livestreams and video recordings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His commercial experience was virtually zero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he landed a collaboration with Red Bull? Had he finally woken up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Met someone by accident—this is how it happened...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun explained how he’d met the Catherine family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan could only say such luck was beyond ordinary people’s reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out her phone, logged into Red Bull’s official website, and soon a photo popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun glanced and nodded: “Yes, Catherine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan read aloud: “Catherine Smith, Director of Content Marketing for Red Bull Asia-Pacific.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since learning Qin Yun was collaborating with Red Bull, Su Huan had spent yesterday researching everything about the brand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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, we pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parkour, skydiving, skateboarding, drifting, surfing, mountain biking, rock climbing—these trendy, cool, adventurous sports had always been Red Bull’s favorites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Catherine had immediately approved the collaboration after watching Qin Yun’s videos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Red Bull didn’t want Qin Yun, who else deserved their attention?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, the car pulled into the guesthouse parking spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun had already booked her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set down her luggage and immediately pushed him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to change clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun rubbed his nose, thinking: She hasn’t even bathed—why change clothes? Did flying and driving make her dirty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan shut the door, pulled out her phone, and took a selfie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She posted it directly to her Moments: “Yesterday my boss said we needed to sign a contract, so I took an early flight today. Such is the humble life of a worker bee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, comments flooded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls posted on Moments not to document life, but to get comments, likes, and even conversations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the many comments, Shen Hu’s stood out as the one that made her happiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu: “Hahaha, so that’s why Qin Yun borrowed the car—he was picking you up! This guy’s got taste after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling, Su Huan exited Moments, changed her top to a thicker garment, wore slimming tights, and slipped on a short skirt, accentuating her long, straight legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She checked herself repeatedly in the mirror before opening the door and heading downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late November in Beijing had a high of 14–15°C, but the low was just -1°C; temperatures dropped sharply at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she spotted Qin Yun in the lobby, her phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked it up, her expression turning strange, then flipped the screen to show Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Ya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stared at the caller ID, puzzled: “You still keep in touch with her? I don’t remember that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking her head, Su Huan said, “We hardly ever contact each other; if we do, it’s just liking posts on WeChat Moments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she tapped to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Su Huan, long time no see. You’re in Beijing? I just saw your WeChat post—are you with Qin Yun now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah, I just got to the guesthouse. What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Song Ya was at home, still curled up in bed. Hearing Su Huan’s words, her right hand clenched involuntarily, and she sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, no big deal. I just saw you’re in Beijing and wondered if you’d want to grab a meal together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Sorry, I came to Beijing on a whim. Time’s too tight—my boss is pushing me hard. I can’t even finish everything before I have to rush back to Hangzhou. Next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya instantly felt relief. Hmph, just another wage slave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment this thought arose, she suddenly wondered: how was Su Huan with Qin Yun? Could it be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Song Ya had a terrible suspicion, and her face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then,” she probed. “Do you know Qin Yun’s been doing livestreams lately? I heard he’s doing pretty well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan gave a wry smile. “I know. My boss is Qin Yun now. He has zero planning—he only told me yesterday about the Red Bull partnership, and I had to scramble like crazy. I’m furious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Ya… Song Ya… Is the signal bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the call ended, Song Ya hurled her phone across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bitch, bitch, Su Huan, you fucking bitch—running over here to gloat, are you? Stupid bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1876,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","40b9b87f093661ce769a5e1761793f2fc18faf14702811a634566768639fd439","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-132","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-130",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]