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THE ICE BENEATH OUR FEET WILLIAM EKLUND

Summary :: William finally manages to convince you to let him teach you how to skate

Warnings :: fear?

Word count :: 5.3k

William had a way of making everything seem easy—on and off the ice. Watching him skate during games felt almost hypnotic, like witnessing pure poetry in motion. The way he moved was so fluid and effortless, as if the ice itself bent to his will. Every sharp turn, each seamless pivot, and the explosive speed he brought to every play left you in awe. It wasn’t just his talent that captivated you, though—it was the joy that radiated from him. The gleam in his eyes, the easy smile that tugged at his lips, and the way he’d throw his hands in the air to celebrate, even during practices, showed how much he loved what he did. It wasn’t just a job or a passion—it was a part of him. And every time you watched him, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of longing, wishing you had even a fraction of that confidence or that grace on the ice.

But your relationship with skating was far less romantic. You’d told him countless times how clumsy you felt just thinking about stepping onto the ice. In fact, you still remembered the last time you’d tried, years ago at a childhood birthday party. Back then, the rink had felt more like a slick, unforgiving trap than a playground. You’d spent most of that experience gripping the boards so tightly that your knuckles turned white, silently praying that you wouldn’t fall and humiliate yourself in front of everyone. Even years later, the memory of your awkward, stumbling attempts to stay upright made you cringe.

Every time you brought up that story, William’s reaction was the same. He’d throw his head back with a warm laugh, the kind that made your heart flutter despite yourself, and then he’d reassure you: “One day, älskling (darling), I’ll show you how it’s done. You’ll love it.” There was always such certainty in his voice when he said it, like he truly believed there wasn’t a doubt in the world that you’d be gliding across the ice in no time with him by your side.

You never really thought he’d follow through—he was William Eklund, after all. Between his busy practice schedule, constant games, and travel commitments, there wasn’t much room in his life for teaching someone like you the basics of skating. But you should’ve known better by now.

The night before it happened, your phone buzzed with a text just as you were settling onto the couch. Picking it up, you saw William’s name flash across the screen.

“Be ready at 10 tomorrow. I’m teaching you to skate. No excuses.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, excitement and nerves tangling together in equal measure. You read the message a second time, your heart thumping faster with each word.

Teaching you to skate.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to learn—you trusted William more than anyone. But the thought of stepping onto the ice, of possibly falling flat on your face in front of him, made your chest tighten. You stared at the screen for a few moments, trying to think of a reason to say no. Maybe you could claim you were too busy, or that you weren’t feeling well. But deep down, you knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Another buzz pulled you from your thoughts:

“Don’t overthink it, baby. It’ll be fun. Promise.”

You smiled despite yourself, letting out a breathy laugh. He knew you too well—knew you’d be nervous, knew you’d try to talk yourself out of it. But his confidence was as steady as always, and that reassurance wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

“Fine,” you muttered to yourself, typing out a quick reply: “Alright, I’ll see you at 10. But no laughing if I fall!”

The response came almost immediately:

“Never. I’ll catch you before you hit the ice.”

And just like that, your nerves began to settle. If anyone could make you feel safe out on the ice, it was William.

The next morning, you could feel the nervous fluttering in your stomach the moment you stepped out of your car and saw the ice rink looming ahead. The sheer thought of skating—something that had never come naturally to you—made your palms slightly clammy. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust William; you trusted him more than anyone. But there was still that little voice in your head whispering all the ways this could go wrong. What if you fell flat on your face? Or worse, what if you froze up completely and he realized how much of a disaster you were on the ice?

You pulled your coat a little tighter around yourself as you walked toward the entrance, your breath coming out in soft white puffs in the chilly air. But then, as you rounded the corner, you spotted him, and suddenly the nervous fluttering shifted to something softer.

William was leaning casually against the side of the building, his hockey bag at his feet and his hands tucked into the pockets of a gray hoodie. He looked effortlessly handsome, as he always did, with a black beanie snug over his messy blond hair, just enough of it sticking out to give him that endearing, slightly unpolished look. His face was rosy from the cold, but when his eyes met yours, a wide smile spread across his face, and the tension you’d been holding in your shoulders seemed to dissolve instantly.

“Hey, älskling,” he called out, his voice carrying that warm, familiar lilt of his Swedish accent. Somehow, it made the words feel softer, more intimate.

You gave him a small wave, trying to smile despite the nerves bubbling in your chest. But as you got closer, your hesitant expression must have given you away, because his grin turned a little more playful.

“Nervous?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he studied you. His tone was teasing, but there was a kindness in his eyes that told you he already knew the answer.

“More like terrified,” you admitted, laughing nervously as you came to a stop in front of him.

William chuckled, the sound low and warm, and took a step closer. “Terrified? Really?” he asked, his voice dropping just a little, as though to reassure you. “Baby, it’s just ice. It’s not going to hurt you.”

You gave him a look, your lips twitching into a half-smile. “It’s not the ice I’m worried about. It’s what happens when I hit it.”

“Hit it?” He laughed again, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re not going to hit anything. Not on my watch.”

Before you could protest, William reached for your hand, his gloved fingers curling gently around yours. His grip was firm but comforting, like he was grounding you in that moment, pulling you out of your own head. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady and soothing. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”

You glanced down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that made your heart skip. Somehow, the simple touch calmed the swirling nerves in your chest. When you looked back up at him, his expression had softened, the playful teasing giving way to something more tender.

“I’ve got you,” he added, giving your hand a little squeeze. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” you said, your voice quieter now.

“Good,” he said, his smile returning. “Then just focus on me. Forget the ice, forget everything else. Just focus on us.”

The way he said it—so effortlessly confident yet so full of care—made it impossible not to believe him. You nodded, exhaling slowly as the corners of your lips turned up into a more genuine smile.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his grin widening as he reached down to grab his bag with his free hand. “Come on. Let’s get you skating.”

And just like that, the fear that had felt so overwhelming minutes earlier started to fade. With William by your side, it felt like maybe—just maybe—this wouldn’t be so terrifying after all.

Inside the rink, the cool, crisp air greeted you like a gentle shock, prickling your skin and causing you to tuck your coat tighter around yourself. The faint hum of the rink filled your ears—the distant sound of skates gliding over ice, soft echoes of laughter from a few skaters on the far end of the arena, and the occasional hollow clatter of a hockey puck ricocheting off the boards. It was quieter than you’d expected, the stillness making the vast space feel both intimidating and peaceful. The expanse of smooth ice stretched out before you like a blank canvas, waiting to test you.

William walked a step ahead of you, his stride easy and confident. He led you to one of the benches lining the boards, his hockey bag slung casually over his shoulder. He set it down with a heavy thud, the sound cutting through the quiet of the rink. When he turned back to you, his blue eyes gleamed with that unmistakable mix of enthusiasm and warmth he always seemed to carry.

“Alright, sit,” he said, gesturing to the bench with a nod of his head.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the pair of skates sticking out from his bag, but his expression left no room for argument. Reluctantly, you sat down, still feeling the faint tug of nerves in your chest.

As you reached down to pick up the skates yourself, William moved faster, kneeling in front of you with a playful shake of his head. “No, let me,” he said, his voice firm but teasing, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You don’t have to do that,” you protested, though your heart skipped a little at the sight of him kneeling so casually in front of you.

“Yes, I do,” he said, glancing up briefly to meet your eyes. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t? Plus…” He grinned, his tone dropping into a playful murmur. “I don’t trust you to lace them properly.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound easing some of the tension you’d been holding. “Okay, fine,” you said, leaning back on the bench. “I’ll let you do it. But I’m expecting professional-level results.”

“Oh, you’ll get the best, älskling,” he replied confidently, already pulling the skates from his bag.

He gently lifted your foot, guiding it into the first skate with practiced ease. His touch was careful yet firm, and his fingers moved deftly as he began tightening the laces. He worked methodically, checking the fit every few moments to ensure it wasn’t too tight.

“Not too tight,” he murmured, glancing up at you briefly, his voice calm and focused. “But snug enough to keep you steady. We don’t want your foot slipping around in there.”

You nodded, watching him intently as he continued. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, a look you’d seen countless times during his games when he was completely in the zone. But there was something different about it now—softer, more intimate. He wasn’t just lacing up skates; he was taking care of you, making sure you felt supported and secure before you even stepped onto the ice.

As he finished with the first skate, he glanced up again, his blue eyes sparkling. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” you said softly, testing the fit by wiggling your toes. “Perfect, actually.”

He smiled, satisfied, and moved on to the second skate, repeating the process with the same gentle precision. You couldn’t help but watch him closely, your heart swelling with a warmth you couldn’t quite describe. It wasn’t just the care he was putting into something as simple as lacing your skates—it was the quiet affection in the way he touched your foot so carefully, the way he glanced up at you every few moments to make sure you were okay, the way he smiled so softly when he thought you weren’t looking.

When he finally finished, he sat back on his heels, studying his work like an artist admiring their latest creation. “Perfect,” he declared, his grin widening as he looked up at you.

“Think I’m ready to conquer the ice?” you asked, your voice teasing but still tinged with nerves.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting lightly on your knees. “You don’t just look ready,” he said, his voice dropping into something softer, more reassuring. “You are ready. I promise, you’re going to be amazing out there.”

Something about the way he said it, so sure and steady, made you believe him—even if you didn’t quite believe in yourself just yet. You smiled at him, your heart feeling lighter than it had since you’d stepped into the rink.

“Let’s do this,” you said, your voice quiet but resolute.

“There we go,” he murmured with a soft grin, standing and offering his hand to help you up. “Come on. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

As you took his hand and let him guide you toward the ice, you couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the moment skating wouldn’t feel so terrifying. Not with him by your side.

As soon as your skates touched the ice, though, a jolt of panic shot through you. The surface was so much slicker than you’d expected, your feet sliding unsteadily beneath you despite your best efforts to stay balanced. Instinctively, you grabbed onto the rink’s boards, gripping the cold, rough edge with both hands as if your life depended on it. Your legs wobbled uncontrollably, and you felt a surge of self-doubt bubbling in your chest.

William, who had been gliding a few feet ahead of you with the kind of effortless grace you’d only ever seen in professionals, immediately noticed. With a laugh that was warm and reassuring rather than mocking, he skated back over to you in a few swift strides.

“Whoa, slow down,” he teased lightly, stopping just in front of you. His voice carried a playful lilt, but when he saw the apprehension on your face, his expression softened. He closed the distance between you, his hands reaching out to rest gently on your waist. His touch was firm but careful, steadying you as you clung to the boards.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said softly, leaning in just enough that his voice cut through the noise of your anxious thoughts. His blue eyes held yours, calm and full of reassurance. “You’ve got this.”

You shook your head slightly, your voice trembling as you muttered, “I really don’t.”

William chuckled again, though his tone remained gentle, understanding. “Yes, you do,” he insisted. His voice dropped, soothing and steady, as if he were trying to anchor you to the moment. “Just take a deep breath for me. Look at me—not the ice. I’m right here.”

You hesitated for a moment, still gripping the boards like they were the only thing keeping you upright. But there was something about the way he spoke, his quiet confidence and the way his hands stayed firmly on your waist, that made it hard not to believe him. Slowly, you dragged your gaze away from the intimidating expanse of ice beneath your feet and looked at him instead.

His face was lit with that easy, lopsided smile you loved so much, his blond hair peeking out from under his beanie and his cheeks flushed pink from the cold. There was no judgment in his expression—just patience and encouragement. Somehow, just focusing on him made it easier to breathe, the tightness in your chest loosening slightly.

“Okay,” he said after a moment, his voice soft but encouraging. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to move in front of you, and you’re going to take my hands. Don’t worry about anything else—I’ll do the rest. I won’t let you fall.”

He took a small step back, his hands sliding down from your waist to rest briefly on your arms before holding them out in front of you. His stance was relaxed, the movement so natural to him that it almost made you forget how unsteady you felt.

You hesitated, your fingers still clutching the boards like they were a lifeline. But the way he looked at you—calm, steady, and full of quiet confidence—made it hard to refuse. Slowly, you loosened your grip on the boards and reached out, your fingers curling hesitantly around his gloved hands.

The moment his hands closed around yours, a wave of relief washed over you. His grip was firm, warm despite the chill of the rink, and so reassuring that some of the fear in your chest began to dissipate.

“There you go,” he said softly, a proud smile spreading across his face. “Good. You’re already doing better than you think, älskling.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small, nervous laugh, the tension easing just slightly. “I’m still standing, so I guess that’s a win.”

“It’s more than a win,” he replied, his grin widening. “Now, let’s take it slow. Push with one foot and glide with the other, like this.”

He skated backward a few feet, his movements fluid and effortless as he guided you forward. The grip of his hands never wavered, steadying you as you took your first hesitant step.

“See?” he said encouragingly, his voice soft but full of pride. “It’s all about balance. Don’t overthink it—just trust yourself. And if you don’t trust yourself, trust me.”

You nodded, focusing on his words and the way his hands grounded you. Step by step, you let him guide you forward, your legs still wobbly but steadier than before. The sound of your skates scratching against the ice was unfamiliar, but the warmth of William’s smile made it a little less intimidating.

“You’re doing great,” he said after a few moments, his tone gentle and sincere. “I knew you could do this.”

Hearing the pride in his voice made your chest swell, and for the first time, you felt the faintest flicker of confidence. Maybe—just maybe—you could do this after all.

Slowly but surely, the fear that had gripped you when you first stepped onto the ice began to fade. It wasn’t instant—your movements were still hesitant, and your legs wobbled with nearly every push—but you started to find a rhythm. William stayed close, never more than a breath away, his hands steady and reassuring whenever you faltered. He didn’t rush you, didn’t push you to go faster or further than you were ready for. Instead, he let you take things one small step at a time, his calm encouragement making it feel less overwhelming.

“Good, älskling!” William exclaimed after you managed to glide a few feet on your own without reaching for him. His voice rang out across the rink, full of pride and excitement. He clapped his hands together, his face lighting up with a smile so wide it made you laugh despite yourself. “See? You’re doing it!”

Your skates scratched to a stop as you turned back to face him, your chest heaving slightly from the effort. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm—it was contagious, and the way he looked at you, like you’d just scored the game-winning goal, made the small victory feel monumental.

“I wouldn’t call it skating just yet,” you said with a breathless laugh, though there was a flicker of pride in your voice now. Your confidence was still fragile, but it was growing with each step.

“To me, it’s perfect,” William replied softly, his teasing grin softening into something more tender. His gaze was warm and steady, his blue eyes glinting with affection as he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

The sincerity in his voice made your cheeks flush, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on staying upright rather than the way he was making your heart race.

As you continued practicing, William began to skate backward in front of you, holding your hands to guide you further out onto the ice. His movements were fluid and graceful, as if skating backward was as natural to him as walking. His strong, confident grip kept you steady as you followed his lead, step by step.

“Don’t look at the ice,” he reminded you gently, his voice low and soothing. “Look at me. Just focus on me, älskling.”

It was easier said than done, but you trusted him. You forced yourself to lift your eyes, meeting his gaze. The warmth in his expression melted away the lingering nerves, making it easier to keep going. With every small glide, your trust in him—and in yourself—deepened.

“You’re doing so well,” he said after a few more steps, his smile never faltering. “You’re starting to look like a pro.”

You let out a laugh at that. “A very wobbly pro,” you joked, though you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at his words.

“Wobbly or not, you’re still incredible,” he said earnestly, his voice softening as he gave your hands a reassuring squeeze. “I knew you could do this.”

The way he said it—with so much belief and affection��made your chest swell. For the first time, you began to feel like you really could do this. With William holding your hands and encouraging you every step of the way, it was as though the fear that had held you back for so long didn’t stand a chance.

As you began to feel more comfortable on the ice, something shifted in the atmosphere around you. The tension that had gripped you earlier started to melt away, and with it, a playful spark seemed to ignite in William. His eyes glinted with mischief as he skated effortlessly around you, his movements graceful and smooth, like he was showing off just a little. The way he spun with ease, taking tight turns and then gliding away, was almost mesmerizing.

You rolled your eyes, your lips twitching into a smile despite yourself. “Show-off,” you teased, shaking your head as you watched him glide effortlessly, his figure a blur as he made another tight circle around you.

William let out a hearty laugh, not slowing down for a second. “Hey, I’m just trying to inspire you,” he said, his voice light and full of warmth. He shot you a playful glance as he circled back toward you, his grin widening. “Besides, I think you’re ready for your first race.”

“A race?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

He nodded, his confidence as contagious as ever. “Of course,” he said with a smirk, skating back a little to give you space. “But don’t worry—I’ll go easy on you, baby.”

You laughed, incredulous, but at the same time, a spark of excitement flickered inside you. “You’re on,” you said, shaking your head but feeling your own competitive spirit rising. Despite your nerves, you couldn’t resist the challenge.

William dropped into a relaxed stance at one end of the rink, the playful gleam in his eyes still there, as if he were ready to spring into action at any second. “Alright,” he called, his voice carrying across the rink. “We line up here, and when I say go, we’re off. Ready?”

You nodded, your heart already beating faster, a mix of excitement and nerves flooding your chest. You knew you wouldn’t win—not by a long shot—but there was something about being with him, his presence so confident and reassuring, that made you feel like maybe you could surprise yourself.

William gave you a grin, his body coiled like a spring, ready to go. “On your mark…”

You crouched down, balancing yourself as best as you could, already anticipating the race.

“Get set…”

Your pulse quickened, your legs still a bit shaky but steadier than they had been when you started. You took a deep breath, focusing on the sound of his voice, letting the world around you blur out of focus for just a moment.

“Go!” William shouted, and without thinking, you pushed off with all the determination you could muster, your skates biting into the ice.

You moved quickly, your legs burning as you tried to keep your momentum, but no matter how hard you pushed, you could feel him skating beside you, just a little faster, effortlessly gliding in a way that only came from years of practice. William wasn’t trying to pass you—he was just skating leisurely beside you, laughing at how hard you were trying to keep up.

“You’re not even trying!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath, the cold air stinging your face as you leaned into each stride.

He chuckled, not even out of breath, still skating slowly with ease. “I don’t need to,” he teased, his grin never leaving his face. “You’re already winning, älskling.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, breathless and grinning despite the fact that you were definitely losing. “Winning? I’m pretty sure I’m about to be lapped,” you said, shaking your head in amusement.

William, still gliding effortlessly beside you, let out a mock gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said dramatically, raising one hand to his chest in mock shock. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to race you. I thought we were just having fun.”

“Well, I’m having fun,” you said between breaths, determined to keep going, even if you couldn’t keep up with his speed. You pushed yourself harder, trying to show that, even if you weren’t winning, you were in this for the long haul.

“You’re doing great, älskling,” he called out, his voice full of encouragement. “Just keep going. Don’t think about anything else—just enjoy it.”

By the time you reached the end of the rink, you were laughing, a little winded, but proud of yourself. William came to a graceful stop beside you, his eyes sparkling with affection and amusement as he caught his breath.

“Well,” you said, trying to steady your breathing. “I may not have won, but I definitely feel like I’ve just run a marathon.”

“You did amazing,” William said, his voice filled with warmth as his grin stretched wider, his eyes shining with pride. His gaze never wavered, holding you in that moment as if you’d just accomplished something monumental. There was something in the way he looked at you—something so genuine, so unwavering—that made your heart race. Every little victory felt huge in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but bask in the sincerity of his praise. “You’re a natural at this.”

You smiled back, still catching your breath from the race and feeling a rush of gratitude and happiness, mixed with disbelief. “Only because you didn’t let me fall,” you teased, your voice slightly breathless but full of affection.

William chuckled, the sound rich and full of warmth, as he skated a little closer, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Of course not,” he said, his voice dropping into something more tender. “I’d never let you fall.”

His words settled over you like a blanket, and your chest swelled with an emotion you weren’t sure how to name. There was something about the way he spoke, so calm and certain, that made it clear he wasn’t just talking about skating. He was talking about something deeper—about always being there for you, no matter what.

You found yourself looking up at him, your heart thumping as you asked, quietly, “You really mean that, don’t you?”

William’s gaze softened even more, and for a split second, everything around you seemed to fade. The cold air, the rink, the sound of skates scraping against ice—everything was gone, leaving only the warmth of his gaze and the connection that sparked between you. “Of course I do,” he replied, his voice low and filled with sincerity. He reached for your hand, his fingers slipping smoothly around yours, his grip solid and sure.

There was something about the way he held your hand—no rush, no uncertainty. His touch was a quiet promise, a feeling of safety and trust that wrapped around you like a cocoon. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so grounded, so secure in someone else’s presence.

And then, as if sensing that moment, sensing the unspoken words between you, William moved a little closer. You felt the space between you narrow, the warmth of his body radiating toward you. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, drawn by something deeper than the physical closeness.

His hand lifted to your face, fingers brushing softly against your cheek. The touch was tender, almost reverent, like he was memorizing the curve of your skin. Your breath caught in your throat as his thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“William,” you breathed, his name soft on your lips, a question in your voice, though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

But he didn’t need words. He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, the intensity in his eyes sending a wave of warmth through you. His lips brushed gently against yours, tentative at first. You met him halfway, your heart racing, and then his kiss deepened, the world around you melting away entirely.

The kiss was soft and slow, as if time had momentarily stopped. His lips were warm, firm but gentle, a quiet promise wrapped in the simplest of gestures. His hand stayed cradling your cheek, his thumb moving over your skin in a tender rhythm, as if savoring the feeling of you, close and real in this moment.

Everything—the ice, the cold, the noise—was gone. There was only the softness of his lips on yours, the warmth that spread from where you touched, and the way his touch felt like home. Every little moment that led to this felt like it had been building up to this point, a quiet certainty that this was where you were supposed to be.

When he finally pulled away, just enough to rest his forehead gently against yours, the air between you seemed charged with something deeper. His breath mingled with yours, slow and steady, as if neither of you wanted to break the connection. His eyes were closed for a moment, as though he needed to be grounded, to make sure this moment was real.

Your hand instinctively reached for his arm, and you felt the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric of his jacket. You held on like he was the only thing keeping you anchored, and in some way, he was.

“You’re everything to me,” William whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the words almost too raw, too real, but still slipping past his lips with a tenderness that made your heart clench. “Always, älskling. Always.”

You opened your eyes, finding his gaze waiting for you, steady and filled with an affection that made everything feel right. There were no pretenses between you, no walls, just the two of you in this quiet space, connected by the kiss, by the moment, by the trust you had in one another.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, the emotion of the moment still swirling around you. “For everything.”

William’s smile softened, his fingers brushing your cheek once more, the warmth of his touch lingering even after he moved his hand. “Always,” he said again, his voice steady but full of promise. “I’m always here.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you, his lips still lingering on yours, you knew that no matter what came next, you would always have this. You would always have him—by your side, supporting you, loving you—and that made everything else feel like it would be just fine.

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 يشبه MSI WE72 7RJ سمك البوري العمل في المقدمة والحفلة في الخلف في حين أن محطة العمل التي تبلغ 1799 دولارًا و 17 بوصة متواضعة عند إغلاقها إلا أنها تحتوي على لوحة مفاتيح RGB مريحة وقابلة للتخصيص وشاشة بألوان زاهية تجعل الصور ومقاطع الفيديو تتألق امزج ذلك مع SSD فائق السرعة وستكون محطة العمل هذه مُعدة للعمل وقليلًا من اللعب ومع ذلك مع عمر بطارية MSI WE72 7RJ القصير سترغب في التأكد من أنك دائمًا تأخذ حجرًا قويًا طوال الرحلة  .

التصميم: مباشرة من Batmobile

- من بعيد يبدو WE72 مثل معظم محطات العمل الأخرى: أسود ومكتل ولكن هناك بعض التفاصيل التي أقدرها حقًا يتم وضع شعارها الفضي الرقيق فوق شعار محطة العمل وغطاء الألمنيوم الأسود به بعض النتوءات الصغيرة المتماثلة يشبه غطاء محرك السيارة Batmobile . - عندما رفعت الغطاء استقبلتني الشاشة ذات الحواف السميكة مقاس 17.3 بوصة بدقة 1080 بكسل ولوحة مفاتيح على طراز الجزيرة مع إضاءة خلفية RGB. - يبلغ وزنها 6.2 رطلاً و 16.5 × 11.3 × 1.2 بوصة ، وتتمتع WE72 بمساحة أكبر من محطات العمل المنافسة ولكنها ليست الأثقل. يذهب هذا الشرف إلى Lenovo ThinkPad P70 بوزن 7.6 رطل. يقع Dell Precision 5520 (4.4 رطل ، 14.1 × 9.3 × 0.4 بوصة) و HP ZBook Studio G3 (4.6 رطل ، 14.8 × 10 × 0.7 بوصة) على الجانب الأصغر ولكن لديهم أيضًا شاشات مقاس 15 بوصة. - كما يتوقع المرء من محطة عمل ، فإن WE72 لديها الكثير من المنافذ. على الجانب الأيسر تو��د فتحة قفل Kensington ومقبس Ethernet وزوج من منافذ USB 3.0 (مخرج HDMI و Mini DisplayPort و USB Type-C) ومنافذ منفصلة لسماعات الرأس والميكروفون على اليمين يوجد محرك أقراص ومنفذ USB 2.0 وفتحة بطاقة SD.

الشاشة: ملونة ولكن ليست ساطعة بما فيه الكفاية

- الألوان على شاشة WE72 غنية وحيوية لكنني تمنيت أن أتمكن من رفع سطوع الشاشة إلى أعلى عندما شاهدت المقطع الدعائي لفيلم Thor: Ragnarok برز طلاء الوجه الأحمر على جلد الممثل كريس هيمسورث وكان Hulk هو الظل المثالي للغابات الخضراء. - تغطي WE72 نسبة مذهلة تبلغ 196 بالمائة من التدرج اللوني sRGB (100 بالمائة ممتازة) وتتفوق بسهولة على متوسط ​​استبدال سطح المكتب (120 بالمائة) الدقة (113 بالمائة) ، ThinkPad P70 (158 بالمائة) و ​​ZBook Studio (169 بالمائة) . - هذه الألوان ليست زاهية فقط إنها دقيقة أيضًا درجة Delta-E الخاصة بـ WE72 هي 0.4 فقط (0 مثالية) وهي أقل من المتوسط ​​(1.3) و ZBook Studio (2.4) و Precision (1.5) و ThinkPad P70 (0.7).

 - لسوء الحظ فإن لوحة WE72 أغمق من المتوسط ​​(293 شمعة) بقياس 200 شمعة فقط لقد فات كل من ZBook Studio (241 شمعة) و ThinkPad P70 (277 شمعة) العلامة لكنهما أكثر إشراقًا من جهاز MSI كانت الشاشة التي تبلغ 335 شمعة في الدقيقة في Precision أكثر إضاءة من شاشات المنافسة.

لوحة المفاتيح ولوحة اللمس

- تعد الكتابة على لوحة مفاتيح SteelSeries على WE72 متعة مطلقة لا تشعر بسفر 1.4 ملم ضحلًا و 71 جرامًا من قوة التشغيل (55 إلى 60 نموذجي) تمنحها إحساسًا قويًا وسريع الاستجابة في اختبار الكتابة 10fastfingers.com قمت بضغط 117 كلمة في الدقيقة بمعدل خطأ أقل من 1 بالمائة (الحد الأقصى المعتاد هو 115 كلمة في الدقيقة مع معدل خطأ 2 بالمائة). - ومع ذلك فإن لوحة اللمس قابلة للخدمة فقط. بحجم 4.2 × 1.8 بوصة هناك مساحة كبيرة للتنقل وتدعم برامج تشغيل Synaptics الإيماءات الأساسية مثل الضغط للتكبير والتمرير بإصبعين ولكن لا تعمل مع إيماءات Windows 10 الأكثر تعقيدًا مثل النقر بأربعة أصابع لفتح مركز التحكم.

الصوت

عندما تنتهي من استخدام WE72 للعمل يمكنك استخدامه كجهاز استريو. هذا الشيء يصبح لطيفًا وبصوت عال عندما استمعت إلى أغنية "You Make Me Smile" من Blue October ملأت على الفور المساحة في إحدى مناطق الاختبار لدينا وكانت الطبول والقيثارات والباس والغناء متوازنة جيدًا فقط لا ترفع مستوى الصوت تمامًا أو يصبح قليلًا.

أداء

سينطلق MSI WE72 في المهام اليومية بفضل وحدة المعالجة المركزية Intel Core i7-7700HQ بتردد 2.8 جيجاهرتز وذاكرة وصول عشوائي سعة 32 جيجابايت و SSD بسعة 512 جيجابايت ووحدة معالجة الرسومات Nvidia Quadro M2200 مع ذاكرة VRAM سعة 4 جيجابايت كان لدي 40 علامة تبويب مفتوحة في Chrome أحدها كان يبث حلقة بدقة 1080 بكسل من "The Daily Show with Trevor Noah" ولم يكن هناك حتى عثرة.

 في اختبار الأداء العام Geekbench 4 ، حقق WE72 درجة 14400 متفوقًا على متوسط ​​استبدال سطح المكتب (13193) ولكنه يتخلف عن Precision (Intel Core Xeon E3 15309). وميض وسوف تفوتك - نسخت WE72 4.97 جيجابايت في 6 ثوانٍ فقط بمعدل 848.2 ميجابايت في الثانية المتوسط ​​هو 561.1 ميجابايت في الثانية والدقة (462.7 ميجابايت في الثانية) و ZBook Studio (508.9 ميجابايت في الثانية) كلاهما أبطأ لكن ThinkPad P70 ربط درجة محطة عمل MSI. على ماكرو OpenOffice Spreadsheet قام WE72 بإقران 20000 اسم وعنوان في 3 دقائق و 22 ثانية شعر أسرع من المتوسط ​​3:24 و ThinkPad P70 و ZBook Studio (مقيد في 3:23) كانت الدقة أسرع عند 3:08.

عمر البطارية

هناك سبب يجعلنا نطلق على WE72 بديلاً لسطح المكتب استمر لمدة ساعتين و 57 دقيقة فقط في اختبار بطارية الكمبيوتر المحمول والذي يتضمن تصفح الويب باستمرار عبر شبكة Wi-Fi في حين أن متوسط ​​الفئة هو 4:19 ، فإن ZBook Studio (5:08) و ThinkPad P70 (5:53) و Dell Precision 5520 (11:57) استمرت لفترة أطول.

الحرارة

ظل WE72 لطيفًا وباردًا في اختباراتنا بعد دفق 15 دقيقة من الفيديو عالي الدقة من YouTube كان قياسه 90 درجة على لوحة اللمس و 88 درجة في وسط لوحة المفاتيح و 85 درجة في الأسفل.

كاميرا ويب

تتميز كاميرا الويب بدقة 720 بكسل في WE72 بأنها صلبة وتتميز بألوان دقيقة وتفاصيل كثيرة في لقطات اختبارية تم التقاطها على مكتبي التقطت الكاميرا الخطوط الحمراء في قميصي بالضبط وكان بإمكاني تحديد شعيرات فردية على رأسي بالإضافة إلى ذلك لم يتم إطفاء الأنوار من خلفي بالطريقة التي تظهر بها كاميرات الويب الأقل.

البرامج والضمان

معظم البرامج المحملة مسبقًا على WE72 مفيدة يعد MSI Dragon Center مركزًا لمراقب�� أداء النظام وتخصيص سرعات المروحة ومعايرة البطارية وتسجيل الكمبيوتر المحمول يقوم تطبيق True Color بضبط شاشتك لإزالة الضوء الأزرق (رائع للعمل في الليل) ويوفر إعدادات مخصصة للألعاب والأفلام والعمل. بالطبع هناك أيضًا بعض برامج bloatware التي تأتي على كل جهاز كمبيوتر يعمل بنظام Windows 10 مثل Candy Crush Soda Saga و Minecraft: Windows 10 Edition و Twitter و Facebook و March of Empires and Sling. تبيع MSI الطراز WE72 7RJ بضمان لمدة ثلاث سنوات تعرف على أداء الشركة في تصنيف الدعم الفني وتصنيف أفضل العلامات التجارية وأسوأها.

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Saco Chiclet Keyboard Skin Protector Cover for MSI Gaming MSI GL63 8RD 2018 15.6-inch Laptop - Black

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Made from high quality silicone rubber material. Simple installation, stays on keyboard directly without paste or cut unlike the universal keyboard which falls out every time. Maintains natural typing feel, soft on fingers. Translucent material that allows back light to shine through (except full black) this feature is supported in clear and black with clear models.Saco Chiclet Keyboard Skin for MSI GL63 8RD-455IN 2018 15.6-inch Laptop – TPU

Suitable Laptops

6RF-215CN, GP62 6QG-1281CN, T500-1060-77SH1，S5-1060-77SH1 / 77SH2 / 77SH5 GL72M 7RDX-684CN，GL72 7RDX-623CN ，GL72M 7REX-817CN GT73VR 6RF/7RF，GT73VR 6RE/7RE, WS72 6QJ，GS72 6QD, GE72，GS73VR 6RF-013CN，GP72MVR 7RFX-621CN, GS70, GS60, GT72. GE72.GL62M 7RD-223CN，GE62，GE62 Camo Squad PE62 7RD,GL62M 7RD-223CN,GL62VR 7RFX-848CN，GL62M 7REX-1650CN

MSI GS63VR GS73VR GS60 GS70 PE60 PE70 GE62 GE72 GL62 GT62 GL72 GT73VR WS60 WE62 GP62 GP72 GT72 GT72S CX72 CX62 WT73VR WS72 WE72

MSI CX62 7QL 15.6-inch Laptop

MSI Steel series PX60 Gaming CX62 PX60 CR62 CR72 GS30 17.3/15.6 inch

Feels great to touch, keeps your keyboard new and fashionable Keep out dirt, food, dust, liquid, and other junk from your keyboard No glue, static cling, flexible, washable, easy to fix and remove

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Best Laptops for SolidWorks

If you are wondering to buy a laptop for Solidworks to do modeling, drawing, and simulations so you need a laptop bearing features like: 1. Multicore (to allow multitasking) 2. High Clock Frequency (to calculate speedily) 3. Big RAM  (for handling larger assembly while modeling) 4. Good GPU (should be compatible with future versions of Solidworks software) 5. WorkStation card certified and tested by the SolidWorks 6. SSD laptop (for faster data retrieval) 7. RAID1 configuration (so that battery is not lost suddenly) 8. Quality Screen

Keeping the above features in mind I have made a list of Best Laptops for SolidWorks. The budget lies between $ to $. Hope you would enjoy yourself with the details of these amazing gadgets for Solidworks until the very end of my post:  Lenovo ThinkPad P50: The first laptop we are going to discuss is manufactured by Lenovo that is a very known company for designing, developing, manufacturing and selling a variety of gadgets from smartphones to personal computers and televisions. The Lenovo ThinkPad P50 is a series of ThinkPad. The laptop withholds a weight of 8.85 pounds which is much but its functionality gives compensation. The shining black surface gives the laptop a very diligent look. The 2.5GHz Core i7 6700HQ processor of Lenovo ThinkPad P50 makes it ideal for multitasking like multi-sheet drawing in Solidwork. The 8 GB DDR4 SDRAM provides ease to the users in handling large assembly while modeling. The GPU holds a very important position while choosing a laptop for solidwork as it is irreplaceable. But the Lenovo ThinkPad P50 has an Nvidia Quadro M2000M 4GB GDDR5 GPU which does not create slowdown or crashing issues while working on Solidworks so that you can work without worrying for the GPU till the laptop itself lives.

MSI WE72 7RJ-1032US: The MSI WE72 7RJ-1032US is manufactured by the MSI(Micro-Star International), a Taiwanese multinational information technology corporation, who designs, develops and provides computer hardware, related products, and services. The WE72 weighs about 5.95 pounds which is not that much considering its functionality. It's aluminum black color gives it a very enchanting display, the screen is the part of the laptop our eyes usually focus on, the MSI WE72 has a colorful screen but it could have been more bright than usual. You can add up to 3 monitors with it. The keyboard is quite comfortable and the RGB-backlighting makes it more cool. The 2.8 GHz Intel Core i7 processor makes it really fast in calculations and multitasking. The NVIDIA Quadro M2200 4GB DDR5 GPU is quite good. The Flash Memory Solid State hard drive of 512MB provides a superb storage facility. There is an Optical Drive Type (DVD+RW). The strong speakers are the specialty of MSI WE72 7RJ-1032US. The Lithium Polymer Batteries used in the laptop only lasted for 2 hours and 50 minutes on the Laptop Mag Battery Test.

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Comcast of Colorado/Florida/Michigan/New Mexico/Pennsylvania/Washington, LLC has filed for satellite earth station via FCC International Bereau licensing filing. Modification of Call Sign WE72 to add antennas and correct coordinates. from International Bureau Filings FCC.report https://ift.tt/2ZFytHI

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The new WE series is the ideal choice for mainstream users and future professionals. Equipped with the latest 7th Gen. Intel® Core™ i7 processor and Nvidia® Quadro® M2200 with 4GB GDDR5, the WE series is perfect for the entry level professional or someone who's looking for higher performance in their working laptop, making CAD/CAM work easy and efficient. The WE72 comes with a 17.3" FHD 120Hz/5ms display and MSI's exclusive Cooler Boost 3 Technology which ensures maximum performance and stability during long working hours. The WE series is made with every user in mind and is sure to please even the most intensive professionals.

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MSI WE72 17.3" LAPTOP, INTEL CORE i7 2.80GHZ , 32GB RAM, 512GB SSD, WIN 10 PRO

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MSI WE72 17.3" LAPTOP, INTEL CORE i7 2.80GHZ , 32GB RAM, 512GB SSD, WIN 10 PRO

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Condition:

New: A brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item in its original packaging (where packaging is

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Memory: 32GB Type: Notebook/Laptop Graphics Processing Type: Integrated/On-Board Graphics Model:

WE72

SSD Capacity: 512GB MPN:

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Black

Screen Size: 17.3in. Hardware Connectivity: HDMI, USB 2.0, USB 3.1 Processor Type: Intel Core i7-7700HQ Features: Backlit Keyboard, Bluetooth, Built-in Webcam UPC:

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MSI WE72 17.3″ LAPTOP, INTEL CORE i7 2.80GHZ , 32GB RAM, 512GB SSD, WIN 10 PRO

Price : 2,189.00 Ends on : 3 days

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The MSI WE72 is a beast of burden able to bear daily toils given its 2.8-GHz Intel Core i7-7700HQ CPU, coupled with its 32GB of RAM, and the  512GB SSD  and not to mention the GPU, a Nvidia Quadro M2200 that has a 4GB of VRAM.  In fact, this beast can handle more work than an average laptop, it can withstand more than 40 tabs all working with each running a program without hanging or any other problems. It is also important to mention that with such a performance, this machine is able to exude high potential in both performance and durability.  I mean this thing is able to copy more than 4 GB in almost 6 seconds and this at a rate of 800MBps way above what an average laptop can do. I also believe it is affordable compared to what it can do. You can click the link below to read more about this one of a kind laptop.

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MSI WE72 7RJ 17.3-Inch Mobile Workstation With Intel Core i7-7700HQ Processor

If you’re in the market for a new mobile workstation, I suggest you to take a look at MSI’s latest WE72 7RJ. Powered by a 2.8GHz Intel Core i7-7700HQ quad-core processor, this high-end mobile workstation sports a 17.3-inch 1920 x 1080 Full HD Anti-Glare IPS display, an NVIDIA Quadro M2200 4GB graphics card, a 32GB DDR4 RAM and a 512GB M.2 SSD.

Running on Windows 10 Pro 64-bit OS, the system comes complete with a 720p HD webcam, a SuperMulti DVD Burner, an SDXC card reader, 1x USB 3.1 Type-C port, 2x USB 3.0 Type-A ports, 1x USB 2.0 Type-A port, 1x HDMI 1.4 output port and 4x integrated speakers w/ 1x subwoofer.

For connectivity, the WE72 7RJ provides dual-band WiFi 802.11ac and Bluetooth 4.2. The MSI WE72 7RJ is currently available for pre-order for $1,799. [Product Page]

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MSI lancia una nuova gamma di workstation portatili

MSI ha annunciato una nuova e completa gamma di workstation equipaggiate con i processori Intel Core i7 di settima generazione e grafica NVIDIA Quadro: MSI WT73VR, WS63 e WE72/62. In grado di offrire esperienze di realtà virtuale con una fluidità senza pari e prestazioni ottimizzate in ambito CAD/CAM, queste nuove workstation offrono quanto di meglio […]

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