The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 313 Skiing? Let's do it!
As Zhang Yi's voice fell, the people on both fishing boats moved almost simultaneously.

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

Cao Dongdong shouted slogans, and everyone rowed in unison to the rhythm of the slogans. The Icebound Ship shot off like an arrow.

"Grrrrrr!"

"Crackling!"

Danbao and Lala followed closely behind the fish boat, shouting encouragement loudly.

The Cold Wind on the other side was not to be outdone, and its speed was equally impressive.

The two fishing boats started almost simultaneously, but failed to gain a significant advantage.

However, the situation on the field soon changed.

"One, two, one, two! One, two, one, two! One, two, three, four!"

The shouts from the Cold Wind ship grew louder and louder, reaching across the lake, and their slogans were different from Cao Dongdong's.

With two different slogans intertwined, if you relax your mind even slightly, the rhythm of your paddling may be affected by others!

When the fishing boat had traveled about a third of the distance, Zog suddenly let out a low cry and his oar collided with Fatima's oar.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the rowing rhythm was instantly disrupted, and the once steady fishing boat began to sway from side to side. The side cabins slapped against the lake surface, creating greater resistance and causing the boat's speed to drop sharply.

Feeling the immense resistance from the rudder, Qin Lang tensed up, gripping the rudder tightly while shouting, "Shout!"

"Everyone, shout the slogan together!"

"Don't let other teams influence you!"

The crowd responded in unison, continuing to shout in response to Cao Dongdong's slogan.

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

As the shouts grew louder, the influence of the shouts from those around them diminished, and Zog and Fatima quickly regained their rhythm, stabilizing the fishing boat once again.

In just a short while, the Cold Wind on the other side had already taken a lead of more than ten meters.

Seeing the Cold Wind in the lead, Qin Lang and his four companions simultaneously showed anxious expressions, and their chanting speed increased accordingly.

But in this area, new problems have arisen.

Because everyone was speeding up, but the speed at which the slogans were speeding up was not the same, the originally neat slogans seemed to have become more disordered.

Qin Lang immediately realized something was wrong and shouted again.

"My opinion prevails!"

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

He didn't immediately increase his speed; he maintained his original speed for a while before gradually accelerating.

The other four quickly found their rhythm, increasing their paddling speed while maintaining perfect order.

Ten meters... eight meters... five meters...

As Qin Lang and his group of five worked hard to catch up, the distance between the two fishing boats gradually shortened.

Close, closer!

Just as the two fishing boats were about to go head-to-head again, the slogan of the Cold Wind suddenly changed, and the speed of the fishing boat increased significantly.

This is... the final sprint!
Qin Lang couldn't help but widen his eyes. He tried to speed up the pace of the slogans to catch up, but the previous wave of overtaking had already exhausted everyone's energy.

In the end, Qin Lang and his five teammates could only watch helplessly as the other team crossed the finish line first, winning the race.

"Haha, you flatter me!" Zhang Yi jumped off the boat and strode towards Qin Lang with a smile on his face.

"Your team is really amazing," Qin Lang said sincerely. "We've also benefited a lot from playing against you."

Although they didn't win this small boat race, they didn't come away empty-handed.

First, there was the influence of slogans. They hadn't thought of this before, but realized it after actually engaging in a contest.

This was only one opponent, yet it affected their paddling rhythm. How much of an impact would it have with hundreds of opponents at the Fishing Boat Festival? In addition, changing speed during paddling is also very important.

Fortunately, there are still a few days until the Fishing Boat Festival, so there is still time to make targeted improvements.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Zog scratched his head. "My rhythm was off, and I interfered with Fatima. Otherwise, we might have won."

"It's no big deal."

Cao Dongdong put his arm around Zuo Ge's shoulder, "Just be more careful next time."

"So... how about we do it again?" Zhang Yi asked with a smile.

Qin Lang and the others exchanged glances and then sat back down in the fishing boat.

Soon, a new round of competition began…
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"I can't take it anymore!"

Zuo Ge plopped down on the lakeshore, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and exhaled, "I can't... I can't paddle at all!"

"That's enough for now." Qin Lang shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

They fought against Zhang Yi's fishing boat team a total of six times, with Qin Lang and his five men winning only once, while the other five times were won by the opposing team.

Rowing a fishing boat is physically demanding. After six rounds, everyone was visibly exhausted and it was clear that they could not continue.

“Even if you want to continue, we can’t row anymore.” Zhang Yi shook his head with a wry smile, glancing at the sky. “My dad probably won’t be back for a while.”

"If you're feeling bored, how about we go skiing?"

ski?

The group, who were exhausted just a second ago, instantly perked up.

Qin Lang couldn't help but turn his head to look at the undulating ski resort not far away, a look of eager anticipation appearing in his eyes.

Although he had never skied here, he had plenty of other activities to do in his previous life.

Now, we can really have some fun.
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"This snow slope is just the right level of difficulty."

Qin Lang stretched out his hand, which was covered by ski gloves, to shield his face from the direct sunlight, and stood at the highest point of the snow slope, gazing at the entire slope.

"Shall we begin?" He checked his face shield, pulled down and put on the goggles on his head, and turned to look at the two food spirits beside him.

"Gulu!"

"Chapter!"

Both food spirits nodded in unison, showing the same anticipation for skiing, something they had never experienced before.

The skiing equipment in the Food Souls world is not much different from that in my previous life, the only difference being the addition of an extra piece of auxiliary equipment.

That was a special vehicle that was tied around the waist of the Spirit Chef and could hold the Food Spirits like a baby carriage.

In this vehicle, the Food Spirits don't need to fly; they can ski alongside the Spirit Chef, greatly increasing the sense of participation.

At this moment, the two little ones were fixed on either side of Qin Lang's waist.

This entirely new experience made them both a little nervous.

"Don't worry, I have skiing experience."

Seeing the two children's tension, Qin Lang offered a word of comfort, then slowly leaned forward, raising the back edge of his snowboard as it slid horizontally into the snow slope.

As the angle between the snowboard and the snow slope decreased, Qin Lang began to slowly slide down the snow slope with his snowboard horizontally under the influence of gravity.

When the center of gravity shifts backward and the back edge of the snowboard re-engages in the snow slope, the descent naturally stops.

Even the most basic pushing motion made Danbao and Lala's eyes widen.

For them, who are used to flying, the experience of being carried and glided is quite novel.

After a few tries, Qin Lang, having found his rhythm amidst the excited cheers of the two little ones, began to change his movements.

Increase the difficulty!
(End of this chapter)