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“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t look at the audience stands?”
Chi Suisui teased, “If that’s the case, even if I go, you won’t see me. Maybe I should just watch the livestream—it’d save me the trip.”
“…Going back on your words like this, is it?”
He Xingwang frowned slightly, standing by the hotel window, gazing out at the night illuminated by neon lights.
“I’m not going back on anything. I’m just asking—I never said I’d definitely go,” Chi Suisui mimicked his usual precise tone. “It doesn’t count.”
“…”
Chi Suisui guessed He Xingwang hadn’t expected her to tease him like this. She softened her voice and said, “Just kidding. I’ll go in a couple of days.”
She hadn’t attended the previous World Cup stages, but this final was far too important to miss.
Shooting competitions weren’t as popular as football or other mainstream sports. The audience typically consisted of family members or true shooting enthusiasts.
Perhaps there would be a few more fans of Lord He.
“Alright,” He Xingwang replied.
“Then make sure to glance at the audience stands,” Chi Suisui said mischievously, lying on her bed. “Who knows? I might ask you what I was wearing.”
If he didn’t look, it’d be an impossible question. If he did, it’d be an easy one.
He Xingwang chuckled softly, tapping on his phone before lowering his gaze to reply, “I think I can manage to remember that much.”
“You won’t guess correctly even if you try,” Chi Suisui teased.
“I don’t have that kind of talent,” He Xingwang smoothly responded.
Chi Suisui’s wardrobe alone—let alone the new pieces she had bought or the monthly gifts from various brands—was vast and varied.
Guessing blindly? That would be a pipe dream.
Rarely one to speak so candidly, He Xingwang’s response made Chi Suisui’s lips curl into a smile. “By the way, are all your meals pre-planned now?”
Naturally, extra care was taken in the days leading up to the competition.
He Xingwang hummed in acknowledgment, speaking slowly. “The other teammates have been having a tough time recently, unable to eat freely. Coach Zhu promised them a treat if they perform well.”
When it came to such matters, Coach Zhu was extremely strict yet also very responsible.
Chi Suisui murmured thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes. “Aunt Song has developed a new recipe for cooking fish lately. Should I bring some over?”
“Not for now.”
He Xingwang declined, then explained, “It spoils easily, and after a while, it won’t stay fresh.”
“True.”
Chi Suisui had impulsively asked without considering other factors.
As the conversation paused, their steady breathing became faintly audible through the line, lingering and calm.
What if she sent two live fish?
The idea popped into Chi Suisui’s mind, and she found it surprisingly feasible. They could be air-freighted directly from overseas—fresh and safe.
She smiled slyly. “I won’t keep you any longer. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Before hanging up, Chi Suisui heard his soft, magnetic voice murmur, “Be safe.”
After ending the call, Chi Suisui began contemplating what to wear.
The weather there was warmer, unlike the autumn here. But attending a match wasn’t an occasion to dress flamboyantly.
This was something she hadn’t decided yet.
Monday ended, and the 25-meter event began on Tuesday. Chi Suisui was still at work today, but there were no related trending topics on Weibo.
Such was the fate of niche events.
Though Chi Suisui hadn’t publicly disclosed her reason for taking leave, everyone in the office assumed she was going to watch the competition.
Even Zhang Yueyan, who remained oblivious to the truth, speculated similarly.
“Suisui, when are you leaving?”
“Maybe we’ll even see you on the news,” a colleague joked. “Make sure you look stunning on camera.”
Their department worked behind the scenes, unlike the TV station’s other departments where female anchors were all beautiful. But with Chi Suisui around, many people would often inquire.
During her internship, there were already those curious about her, including male anchors who sent flowers—only to have them returned by Chi Suisui.
Over time, everyone knew Chi Suisui was hard to pursue.
Later, after becoming a full-time employee, Chi Suisui had become known in the TV station as an unattainable rose—thorny and untouchable.
The recent revelation of her childhood engagement only added to the mystery.
Yet, somehow, these extraordinary circumstances seemed to fit her perfectly. She continued to shine vibrantly.
“If you see Lord He, could you get me an autograph?”
Colleagues casually asked, secretly wanting to inquire about He Xingwang but holding back for fear of being noticed by Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui smiled. “If I get the chance.”
She didn’t commit fully.
Getting an autograph wasn’t difficult. Even if she couldn’t do it this time, there would be other opportunities. Besides, whether she’d even get to talk to He Xingwang during this trip was uncertain.
The athletes stayed in hotels arranged by the Shooting Sports Center, supported by the He family. Funding wasn’t an issue.
Once an athlete went out privately, any resulting incidents would hold the higher-ups accountable. Therefore, going out was generally prohibited.
Zhang Yueyan, seeing the crowd around Chi Suisui, shot a glance as she passed by, her voice neither too loud nor too soft: “Promises aren’t meant to be made lightly.”
The surrounding chatter fell silent.
Zhang Yueyan returned to her seat, pretending to be nonchalant. “What? Why is everyone looking at me?”
Her colleagues rolled their eyes internally.
Chi Suisui asked, “Has Reporter Zhang apologized yet?”
Zhang Yueyan’s heart skipped a beat. “What apology?”
“The WeChat incident last time—I chose not to pursue it, and Director Chen mediated.” Chi Suisui raised her gaze to meet hers. “But are you feeling too comfortable about it?”
She had warned her that the matter wouldn’t end simply.
Director Chen later learned about it and stepped in to mediate. After all, they were both employees under him, and escalating it to court would reflect poorly.
Chi Suisui had given Director Chen face.
Zhang Yueyan, who had just been sarcastic, was now reminded of her earlier embarrassment.
“Little Zhang, an apology is still necessary.”
Chen Ruyu smiled as she spoke.
With everyone watching, Zhang Yueyan felt like she was being roasted alive. Clenching her teeth, she forced out, “Sorry.”
Still unwilling, though.
Chi Suisui didn’t expect sincerity from her.
Counting on Zhang Yueyan’s sincerity was like expecting the sun to rise from the west.
Chi Suisui turned away, returning to her desk.
The matter concluded like this, leaving Zhang Yueyan fuming, frustrated, and helpless.
She refused to believe Chi Suisui would always have smooth sailing.
He Xingwang already had a fiancée, yet she persisted in chasing after him.
Chi Suisui hadn’t hidden her plans to watch the competition.
Tonight, she dined at the He residence. The matriarch had indulged in sweets again and was currently under a three-day sugar ban enforced by her daughter-in-law.
The matriarch was sulking.
Upon seeing Chi Suisui arrive, she brightened instantly. “Suisui, come here!”
Chi Suisui brought her some low-calorie snacks specially designed for weight loss—they tasted good but had minimal calories.
“Suisui is the best,” the matriarch beamed.
“Mom, you can’t eat sweets no matter what,” Jiang Huiyue shook her head from across the table.
The matriarch huffed, ignoring her and patting Chi Suisui’s hand. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Suisui, lean closer.”
Chi Suisui obliged, leaning in. “What is it?”
“I want to watch Xingwang’s match too,” the matriarch whispered, squinting, careful not to let Jiang Huiyue overhear.
“Grandma.”
Chi Suisui sighed helplessly.
If she were to go, any mishaps could spell disaster.
Chi Suisui spent a good while consoling the matriarch before finally calming her down. Fortunately, aside from her love for sweets, the elderly woman was generally easygoing.
Before leaving the He residence, Jiang Huiyue handed over quite a few items.
She also gave Chi Suisui a card.
Chi Suisui mused—just like mother, just like son. They loved giving cards.
Knowing she was going to watch the competition, Song Miaoli couldn’t help but express her envy. The night before, the three of them went out for dinner together.
“I want to go too,” Song Miaoli said.
“But you can’t,” Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow.
“Being a doctor is tough,” Song Miaoli sighed after taking a bite of her dish. “I might quit someday.”
She couldn’t keep doing this forever.
The vast Song family conglomerate rested solely on Song Chengrui’s shoulders. As the older sister, it didn’t look good for her to completely slack off.
Chi Suisui naturally refrained from interfering in others’ family matters.
After dinner, she went home to pack and then headed straight to the airport. Since Putian’s airport was still under planning, she bought a ticket to Quanzhou and planned to transfer to the high-speed rail later.
Chi Suisui scrolled through Weibo, searching for updates related to the Shooting World Cup.
Today’s events had concluded, and while some information could be found online, most of it revolved around He Xingwang’s fans.
Some fans were already preparing to attend.
Chi Suisui followed a few real-time posts into the super topic page. Since He Xingwang wasn’t a celebrity and the Shooting Sports Center rarely posted photos, most of the content consisted of recycled old pictures and records of his achievements.
From his early rise to fame, his first appearance at a competition, to breaking world records and becoming globally ranked number one—a grand slam in shooting sports…
The fan-made graphics were passionate and inspiring.
Snapping back to reality, Chi Suisui saved the image.
The top post in the super topic was initiated by a moderator, inviting fans attending the competition to leave comments so they could travel together.
Most had already arrived by this afternoon.
As she scrolled down, Chi Suisui unexpectedly came across a plea for help.
[Lemon Tea: Are there any sisters who haven’t arrived yet? I left my luggage at Nancheng Airport—it has lots of gifts inside [crying].]
There were numerous comments below.
Lemon Tea replied to some, revealing bits of her situation.
She was still a college student and had traveled alone this time to meet up with other fans. Alumni from Nancheng had prepared gifts for Lord He, which she carried along separately in preparation for boarding. Unfortunately, she accidentally left them behind and was now stuck in Putian.
Chi Suisui checked the timestamp—it was just ten minutes ago.
After a few seconds of thought, she sent a private message.
Lemon Tea was currently panicking at her hotel in Putian. Not only would returning to Nancheng tomorrow require transferring via high-speed rail, but the airfare was also expensive—money she didn’t have.
When she received the private message, she froze momentarily.
Glancing at the sender’s name, Lemon Tea clicked into their profile to confirm it was indeed Chi Suisui herself—she almost couldn’t believe it—
Chi Suisui in person?
As a fan of Lord He, everyone recognized Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui quickly received a reply.
[Lemon Tea: Oh my god! Is this really Reporter Chi?!]
[Chi Suisui: It’s me. I’m heading to Putian tonight.]
Too overwhelmed to question why she was coming, Lemon Tea thanked her profusely and described where the package containing the gifts was located.
Chi Suisui retrieved it without delay.
Since she hadn’t brought much luggage herself, carrying it wasn’t an issue. By the time she reached Putian, Lemon Tea was already waiting for her at the bustling crowd, holding up a large sign with Chi Suisui’s name on it.
“…”
What a genuinely honest young girl.
Lemon Tea was petite, needing to crane her neck to look up at Chi Suisui. Upon seeing her in person, she was so ecstatic she could barely speak.
Mom, Chi Suisui is even more beautiful than I imagined!
Lemon Tea couldn’t contain her excitement and nearly burst into the fan group chat to announce it. Stammering, she managed to say, “Reporter Chi, you’re such a good person.”
Caught off guard by the unexpected compliment, Chi Suisui blinked. “...”
She handed the large bag of gifts to Lemon Tea and asked, “Is your hotel arranged? You’re a student and a girl—you need to stay safe.”
“It’s all set. I booked a homestay with friends.”
Lemon Tea stole glances at Chi Suisui—her dazzling features, gentle smile, and melodious voice…
Someone had been arranged to pick Chi Suisui up.
Though unfamiliar with luxury cars, Lemon Tea thought the vehicle looked nice and kept asking, “Sister Suisui, are you here to watch Lord He’s match?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her response, Lemon Tea’s eyes sparkled.
In the group chat, someone @mentioned her to ask about the gifts. She excitedly typed, “I met Chi Suisui! She’s here to watch Lord He’s match and even helped bring my gifts!”
“Does Reporter Chi look as good as her photos?”
“Not wasting my earlier ship-teasing—though it ended badly, we can only wish each other well.”
“…”
The group chat erupted in lively conversation. Lemon Tea noticed Chi Suisui’s diamond ring and immediately dismissed the rumors about her childhood engagement being tied to some scruffy man.
Lemon Tea belonged to many groups and was a relatively famous fan. After her announcement, Chi Suisui became well-known among the fandom.
She didn’t forget to squeal on Weibo either.
“Will the gifts you prepared reach Lord He?” Chi Suisui turned to ask. “Will you get to see him in person?”
Lemon Tea blinked hesitantly. “We can send them to the hotel front desk for delivery—they should reach him.”
The hotel hosting the competition was public knowledge.
They weren’t obsessive fans chasing him everywhere; they were simply here to watch the match and deliver some gifts.
Chi Suisui pondered thoughtfully.
She was now essentially assumed to be one of He Xingwang’s fans. Lemon Tea answered all her questions enthusiastically, even sharing trivia about He Xingwang.
Though Chi Suisui already knew everything, she listened patiently.
Since it was nighttime, she first escorted Lemon Tea to her homestay.
She also met a few other fans—all young and lively. After ensuring their accommodation was secure, she left.
After all, they were He Xingwang’s fans.
Seeing their enthusiasm, Chi Suisui couldn’t let them stay in an unsafe place. She also arranged for some late-night snacks to be delivered.
The hotel she stayed at happened to be the same one housing He Xingwang and his team.
Knowing Chi Suisui was coming, the He family had arranged a suite for her. The hotel staff also sent various gifts.
Whether intentionally or not, everything in the room came in pairs.
Upon arrival, Chi Suisui messaged He Xingwang.
[I’m here.]
Within seconds, he replied: [I’ll come over.]
Chi Suisui immediately rejected him: [Don’t you dare.]
With the match just two days away, what was he thinking coming over now?
Not only did she personally object, but if Coach Zhu found out—or worse, if someone took photos—the speculation would run wild.
She even came up with a potential headline:
On the eve of the match, Lord He couldn’t bear the loneliness and secretly met with an unknown woman at night.
Chi Suisui had no intention of becoming the subject of a scandalous headline that could tarnish He Xingwang’s reputation or affect his performance. Nor did she want to suddenly find herself embroiled in such drama.
She decided to call him directly.
“I ran into some of your fans today—they’ve prepared gifts for you.”
In his room, He Xingwang slightly furrowed his brow. “I’ve mentioned before—I don’t accept gifts, and they shouldn’t follow me around either.”
Chi Suisui replied, “They’re not what you think. I’m just letting you know—the front desk will likely deliver them to you.”
He Xingwang hummed in acknowledgment.
Some fans were young and had pure intentions. Being cautious by nature, and given his large fanbase, he had publicly stated his stance on this matter.
Chi Suisui ended the call after just a few minutes.
The next day, Chi Suisui explored Putian and even treated Lemon Tea and the others to a meal, fully embracing her role as a devoted Lord He fan.
Lemon Tea even invited her to join their fan group.
As He Xingwang’s fiancée, Chi Suisui now found herself undercover among his fans, watching them shower him with praise.
“...”
It felt oddly surreal.
Finally, on the day of the competition, Chi Suisui entered the venue with the others. Though they had arrived late, they somehow ended up in the front row.
“Is our luck really this good?”
“Something feels a little off.”
Chi Suisui, who had been discreetly arranged to sit there, kept her contributions hidden.
The men’s 10-meter air pistol event lasted only fifteen minutes, with the finals scheduled for the afternoon, followed by the awards ceremony.
Not long after waiting, the athletes entered the arena.
Chi Suisui casually glanced toward the entrance, expecting to wait a bit longer, but to her surprise, she soon spotted a familiar figure.
Almost as if sensing something.
He Xingwang’s usually unwavering gaze swept past the coaches and others ahead, landing precisely here—clear, cool, and composed.
A sharp intake of breath came from beside her.
Coming back to her senses, Chi Suisui smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Lord He looked at the audience stands,” Lemon Tea whispered, feeling the impact of his appearance. Clutching her chest, she murmured, “I’m dead, Ah Wei is dead!”
“…”
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but laugh.
Lemon Tea turned her head just in time to see her smile, her heartbeat stopping once again—she was unbelievably beautiful!
It wasn’t long before the match began.
He Xingwang had already donned his gear, calmly adjusting his pistol. His movements were steady and swift, exuding focus and precision.
There was a trial shooting period before the match, with no limit on shots.
Occasionally firing a shot, He Xingwang adjusted the height of his arm. From behind, he appeared like a figure standing on the world stage.
Chi Suisui’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
The arena echoed with the commentators’ voices, alternating between male and female, periodically announcing each athlete’s scores—naturally, He Xingwang’s name was mentioned most frequently.
Over a hundred athletes from 34 countries and regions competed, yet only three would ultimately claim medals.
Such was the cruelty of sports.
The preliminary results were clear: He Xingwang ranked first.
The entire arena erupted in cheers.
If he could maintain his current form, the gold medal was practically secured.
After the match, Chi Suisui stayed to watch the women’s final before heading out to have lunch with Lemon Tea and the others.
Upon returning to the venue, the finals were about to begin.
Lemon Tea was talking: “After watching this match, it’ll be a long while before the next one. I doubt I’ll get to attend the Olympics live next year.”
“Maybe you’ll have a chance.”
Chi Suisui raised her eyes, meeting a pair of dark, piercing ones.
During the trial shooting period, He Xingwang unexpectedly turned to glance at the audience stands.
Caught off guard, Chi Suisui remained unfazed. Her long lashes fluttered as she gave a confident smile: “Good luck.”
By coming to cheer him on in person, she had fulfilled her promise.
Now it was his turn to deliver.
He Xingwang’s lips curved slightly—an almost imperceptible smile—but the live broadcast director happened to capture it.
Those watching the livestream saw it clearly.
Unfortunately, the camera didn’t pan over the audience, leaving viewers to wonder whom he was smiling at.
In the finals, only the top shooters from each country remained, vying for the last gold, silver, and bronze medals.
He Xingwang raised his arm, staring straight ahead at the electronic target.
In reality, the athletes couldn’t see the exact bullseye; every shot relied on instinct honed through daily training.
Only two Chinese competitors made it to this final round.
Li Huaiming, perhaps spurred on by He Xingwang’s subtle provocation earlier, performed exceptionally well today, barely scraping into the finals as the last qualifier.
One competitor had already fired a shot.
He Xingwang remained calm, firing his first shot with composure.
With their specialized equipment muffling sound, the athletes couldn’t hear anything, but the audience could hear it clearly: “10.5 rings!”
For Lord He, this was normal performance.
Compared to those around him, it stood out starkly.
However, all the finalists performed steadily. After three shots, He Xingwang led the others by 1.6 rings.
A single mistake in the remaining rounds could cost him the lead.
Forget the live audience—even those watching the livestream were on edge, itching to rush onto the stage and manually lock the score at 10.9 rings.
[I want to go on stage! But on second thought, I’d better not.]
[Why is everyone so strong today! Lord He, go for it!!!]
[Holy crap! My heart just stopped!]
Weibo’s top trending topic was already dedicated to the livestream channel.
A competition tied to national pride—everything else would take a backseat. Even those uninterested in sports would tune in to catch a glimpse.
Let alone a match featuring He Xingwang.
As the final two shots approached, the atmosphere in the arena reached its peak.
“Sister Suisui! What do I do? I’m so nervous right now!” Lemon Tea clutched at Chi Suisui’s clothes, her face flushed red.
“Take a deep breath,” Chi Suisui advised.
“If only I could stay as calm as you, Sister Suisui.”
Chi Suisui’s attempt at a calming breath nearly faltered. This was her first time watching a live match, and even she felt tense.
She blinked softly. “Do you not believe in Lord He?”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than a gunshot rang out, followed by an explosion of screams nearly lifting the roof off the stadium.
“Champion!”
“He Xingwang is the champion!”
Accompanied by the commentator’s excited narration and some educational tidbits, He Xingwang’s full score was displayed for everyone to see.
His final shot: 10.8 rings.
With a total score of 244.2 rings, He Xingwang claimed the championship.
Before Chi Suisui could process it, Lemon Tea pulled her to her feet. Countless small red flags waved brightly across the audience stands.
He Xingwang had done it.
On this stage, he was the sole king.
First place would forever be remembered. All eyes converged on He Xingwang, while everything else dimmed around him.
Like sunlight eclipsing the stars.
The livestream chat exploded with comments.
[My mom asked why I was crying!]
[I spent half an hour in the restroom! My coworkers almost thought I fell into the toilet...]
[Who else has these kinds of results?!]
Chi Suisui covered her mouth and chuckled, raising her eyes to look at the competition scene. Li Huaiming was beside He Xingwang, following his line of sight.
“Lord He, what are you looking—”
Li Huaiming’s words abruptly cut off.
He Xingwang hummed softly, saying nothing further, as the sports journalists rushed in to conduct their interviews.
The noise in the arena hadn’t yet subsided.
Amid the commotion, Chi Suisui, seated in the front row, could faintly hear some of the questions being asked: “What are your thoughts on this achievement, Lord He?”
“This is already your second time winning the 10-meter air pistol championship at the Shooting World Cup. Compared to the records you’ve broken before, did this performance meet your expectations?”
“…”
The live broadcast camera zoomed in on He Xingwang’s upper body. Having just removed his gear, he still wore the national team uniform, exuding the same cold, composed demeanor as always.
This image—his face paired with his unparalleled achievements—struck everyone watching the livestream.
With such a face and such incredible results, who wouldn’t become a fan?!
However, one journalist took a different approach, bypassing the usual scripted questions and shouting loudly: “After winning this championship, does Lord He have any new plans for the future?”
The other journalists nearly glared at him in irritation.
Suddenly, He Xingwang smiled—a faint, barely-there smile.
The audience in the stands and those watching the livestream screamed in unison. A rare smile from someone who rarely grinned was absolutely devastating, captivating and soul-stirring.
[AHHHHH I’M DEAD!]
[Ah Wei has to do 100 sit-ups today!]
[Sob sob sob, I’m speechless! So damn handsome!]
[First place! First again! Always first!]
The live broadcast had been trending at number one earlier, but now “Lord He Wins Championship” surpassed it, skyrocketing to the top spot.
Pretending to be just another fan, Chi Suisui also leaned in, curious to hear his response.
Before anyone could recover from the shock of his godlike appearance, they heard He Xingwang’s clear, magnetic voice—
“The next step is marriage.”
Journalists: ???
The flashlights illuminated the entire venue, dazzling and relentless, casting He Xingwang in an ethereal glow that sharpened his features even more.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the entire arena fell into an abrupt silence, save for the faint echoes of celebratory music.
The viewers watching the livestream were utterly stunned.
[???]
[The next step is marriage??]
[Is this what champions do these days—be so bold?]
Three minutes later, Weibo crashed.
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