Hello, Sharpshooter E-Book

Lotus Light

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

In an exhilarating tale of love and triumph, a psychologically burdened sharpshooter and a headstrong sports anchor find their paths intertwined on the competitive stage. Austyn, a gifted marksman, had been haunted by a tragic childhood incident that left his mother in a vegetative state. Through grueling training, he honed his skills to become an infallible sharpshooter. Yet, with every shot, he battled guilt and inner turmoil, maintaining a distance from the female protagonist due to a misunderstanding. Emily, a sports anchor of exceptional caliber, harbored secret feelings for Austyn. Her past heartbreak in high school left her with a stutter whenever she faced him. As a newcomer to the workforce, Emily encountered challenges but overcame them one by one. Through a series of heart-stopping competitions, their hearts gradually drew closer. Emily conquered her stutter through live streaming sports events, ultimately helping Austyn overcome his psychological barriers. Together, they ascended to the champion's podium, hand in hand.

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Hello, Sharpshooter

Lotus Light

Published by Great Wall Publishing, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

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HELLO, SHARPSHOOTER

First edition. July 12, 2023.

Author © Lotus Light.

Translator © Wang Tian

All Rights Reserved.

Great Wall Publishing

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Reunited

Chapter 2: Internet Suspicions

Chapter 3: Never Been in Love

Chapter 4: Misfire Incident

Chapter 5: Sports Headlines

Chapter 6: The Psychology of Winning

Chapter 7: The Girl from Heaven

Chapter 8: The Doha Affair

Chapter 9: The Champion's Comeback

Chapter 10: His Gentle Kiss

Chapter 11: Plummeting to the Abyss

Chapter 12: In the Depths of Hell

Chapter 13: A Kiss to Heaven

Chapter 14: The Marksman

Chapter 1: Reunited

-—What does two hours mean to you?

-—It means going from a contestant to a champion.

"Intern, come over here."

As Emily Robinson walked into the control room, she heard Simon Campbell call out to her. She paused for a moment, examining the man who had addressed her. He was the well-known personality at the station - good-looking, with excellent temperament and a sharp tongue. At the moment, he was frowning, impatiently beckoning her over.

Two microphones stood silently in front of him, seemingly waiting to receive signals and transmit a thrilling sports commentary to the audience.

Emily confidently approached him. Even in oversized sportswear, she was more eye-catching than the average person. Her loose shoulder-length hair was refreshing, setting off her snow-white neck, while her slight gaze gave her a somewhat haughty air.

"Mr. Campbell, my name is Emily, not intern.” She added, "and tomorrow I'll be a full-time employee."

Emily had never considered herself an intern, even though she was. In terms of temperament and appearance, she had already regarded herself as an official employee of the television station.

During her university years, Emily was a recognized goddess. Although her facial features could only be described as beautiful, her temperament was quite lofty. It wasn't the kind of beauty that swayed in the wind like a branch of a flower, but rather like the lofty and pristine snow. Because of this distance, she was crowned a goddess.

Due to her accelerated advancement and completion of all required credits in her third year, she graduated from university at the age of 20 and began working for the H Province Television Sports Channel. She never thought she would fail as an intern.

Apart from a few competitors, Emily was familiar with her colleagues. However, Simon, who was in front of her, never called her by her name, but used the somewhat distant term "intern." Emily had already put up with it for a long time.

The director had been winking at her all the while, and Simon pretended not to notice. "It doesn't matter. If the intern messes up the task on the last day, she still won't be able to become a full-time employee. Anyone who might leave the television station doesn't have the right to make me remember their name.” He said without hesitation.

"I won't mess up.” She replied.

"I hope not." Simon said without any courtesy. "If my partner hadn't fallen ill at the last minute, I wouldn't have had to call you in."

Emily was infuriated.

"Greetings to viewers of H Province Television. We are currently at the men's 50-meter slow-fire pistol qualification round of the National Games. The contestants are now in their positions on the shooting range, with two athletes from H Province Sports School, Bowie Rogers and James Campbell, respectively taking positions at the second and sixth stations." Emily spoke fluently into the microphone, briefly introducing the rules and features of the slow-fire pistol event, then turned to the director and asked, "Is this sound test okay?"

The director gave her a thumbs up and pushed Simon, "You're just being difficult. I think Emily is fine. Don't question her ability."

"I don't need his approval. I just want him to correctly call my name.” Emily lightly brushed off Simon's gaze. "I'm Emily."

Simon sneered and said nothing.

Emily calmed her mind and looked out towards the arena outside the control room.

The shooting arena at the National Games was a grand, pillarless hall stretching 260 meters with no obstacles in sight. The stands were packed with spectators, and suddenly a small cheer erupted.

If it were before 2012, in order to maintain the quality of the competition, loud noises from the audience were not allowed at the scene, and even the sports commentator couldn't speak with too high a decibel. But as shooting records continued to be broken, the International Shooting Union revised the rules of the competition, playing popular music on the scene and no longer restricting the audience from making noise, which added some difficulty for the athletes.

The director glanced at the field and suddenly said, "Attention, there's a change in the athletes."

"Replacement player?" Simon asked.

"Yes, number four Austyn Edwards from the Q Shooting Team, as a substitute. The audience cheered for him just now because of his looks. According to the information, introduce the athletes later." The director spoke rapidly.

Emily was taken aback.

The name Austyn, neither heavy nor light, struck her eardrums, making her a little dazed. Before she could react, the countdown had already reached one, and the broadcast began. Simon spoke first, starting the sports commentary.

The qualification round began, and Emily cooperated with Simon to provide commentary, constantly adjusting her thoughts based on the changing images on the screen.

The trial shooting quickly ended, and the chief referee gave the command to "fire." The first athlete raised his gun and took aim. After the gunshot, the electronic target displayed 7.9 rings.

The second athlete began shooting, and the reading was 9.4 rings.

The third athlete, 8.5 rings.

"Pistol shooting is different from other events because the 50-meter distance is relatively long, the gun barrel is shorter, and it's a single-arm hold, so there are many chances for 7 or 8 rings." Emily said a sentence.

The camera quickly cut to the fourth athlete. The person wore a tactical hat and goggles, slowly raising his gun.

He was handsome, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, but his expression was somewhat cold. Behind the yellow goggles were a pair of sharp eyes.

If one were to use adjectives to describe his gaze, the word "razor-sharp" would be fitting. In any case, it was sharp, remarkably calm and sharp.

When Emily saw him, her entire brain went blank.

The fourth athlete Austyn's gun movement was standard, and after aiming at the center, he pulled the trigger, then lowered his arm, and throughout the process, the gun barrel was extremely steady, with almost no shaking.

As if deliberately making Emily's prediction wrong, the reading showed his score to be 10.9 rings.

The audience suddenly burst into applause and cheers, with many girls shouting his name. As a result, the name Austyn kept echoing in Emily's ear.

Emily turned pale and looked down at the information passed to her by the director. The fourth athlete, Austyn, twenty years old, won the gold medal in the Asian Shooting Championships three years ago.

She originally thought it was a case of having the same name, but after seeing his face, she was completely hopeless.

He actually returned to the country, when did that happen?

Simon, who was sitting next to her, saw Emily's silence and snatched the information over, starting to introduce Austyn. The director also looked at Emily strangely.

The first group of competition quickly ended, and the second group began immediately. Emily regained her composure and continued to report the results, with a smooth and natural voice, and many memorable phrases.

As soon as the camera switched to Austyn's close-up, Emily looked away. The rest of the broadcast went smoothly without any mistakes. The qualifying scores were not included in the finals due to the recent rule changes in the Olympic Games, and the National Games followed suit. So after the qualification round, there was a brief break before the finals.

When the director temporarily cut the signal, Simon looked at Emily with a sly smile, "Intern, did you forget your lines and blank out?" Emily knew that there was no point in explaining anything. She simply took something out of her pocket and placed it in front of Simon. Simon took a look and his eyes widened a bit. It was a national second-class shooting athlete certificate. "I didn't forget my lines, and I promise I won't make this mistake again.” Emily said. "But don't give me that 'you don't understand sports' look." Emily had worked hard to practice ten-meter air rifle shooting in order to score higher on the college entrance exam, earning her the national second-class athlete certificate.

Today, she was temporarily assigned to be a sports commentator and dressed in a smart sportswear to fit in. She had just happened to find the certificate in her pocket. Did they think she was an ignorant girl who knew nothing about sports? What a joke. Simon was embarrassed and pushed the certificate back towards Emily, "I'm sorry." Ignoring him, Emily focused all her attention on Austyn on the field. It was him, after all. Five years had passed, and he had grown a little taller, but he hadn't changed in any other way. He still had the same clear temperament, and he still seemed to tower above everyone else.

Emily suddenly longed for the moment when she would reunite with Austyn. After their breakup, she had spent the past five years studying, taking exams, practicing shooting, and studying in the library. She had gone from being a naive girl to a goddess, all for this day when she could look down on him and say calmly, "I'm doing better without you."

The break was over, and the finals began. The finals used an elimination format where one athlete was eliminated in each round. The last two athletes standing would then compete in a head-to-head battle for the championship and runner-up titles. This format increased the element of chance, and it was possible to go from leading the pack to falling to the bottom with a single mistake. Additionally, the final results were precise to 0.1 point, increasing the level of competition.

As Emily provided commentary, she nervously sweated for both herself and Austyn.

As the shooters took turns firing, it was Austyn's turn. He remained cold and aloof, slowly raising his gun. Emily held her breath, almost able to feel the pulse in his neck and the concentrated power in his right arm.

But when Austyn pulled the trigger, the gun didn't fire.

Emily stood up abruptly! She stared intently at the shooting platform and saw the local referee approaching Austyn, questioning him. Austyn handed his gun to the referee.

"This shot malfunctioned, and the local referee is checking the cause. If it was caused by the athlete and not allowed, the shot will not count. On the field, one shot decides the outcome. Sometimes, it's truly regrettable..." Simon analyzed as he narrated.

Emily suddenly sat down and quickly took over the microphone, "Based on Austyn's performance, he is a highly professional marksman, and the possibility of malfunctions is high. Audience friends, don't worry, it's common for firearms to malfunction, such as trigger failures and shell jams. If it's not the fault of the contestant, Austyn will have another chance to shoot. Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Simon silently watched Emily. Emily knew she had made a big mistake. As a sports commentator, she didn't maintain a neutral attitude before the reason was clear and declared that malfunctions were allowed. But she just wanted to comfort herself that this shot must have allowed malfunctions, and Austyn wouldn't lose.

Finally, the referee made the decision to "shoot again," and Emily breathed a sigh of relief.

The final continued. Austyn's state may have been affected, and his aiming was not good, resulting in a score of 7.8. Sometimes, taking too long to aim can affect accuracy.

Emily glanced at the electronic screen and reluctantly announced Austyn's ranking. He dropped from first place to third place immediately.

Fortunately, Austyn adjusted his state, and the scores of the following shots were good, and his ranking rose to second place.

As time passed, more and more athletes were eliminated and finally, only Austyn and James from H province were left.

Simon was afraid that Emily would shout encouragement again, so he preemptively commented every time Austyn shot. But Emily didn't have time to cooperate. Her attention was completely focused on Austyn.

James aimed, fired, and the electronic target display system showed a score of 9.8. A stable result that almost allowed him to touch the gold medal.

Austyn was expressionless. After hearing the referee's prompt, he aimed his gun. However, this time, he aimed for a long time.

Emily seemed to understand Austyn's mood. He was currently 0.2 rings behind James, so this last shot had to be over 10 rings to win.

It was almost impossible.

As the competition progressed, the athletes' physical and mental pressures increased. Moreover, Austyn aimed for too long. According to the physiological characteristics of the human body, when the aiming time is too long, the eyes will be attracted by distant targets.

He was running out of time.

Emily bit her lip tightly, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Finally, a shot rang out, and the electronic target display system showed the result.

She lowered her head, afraid to look, only to hear Simon excitedly say next to her, "10.3 rings! Beautiful! This shot broke the national pistol slow shooting record! Congratulations, Austyn, congratulations, Q University Shooting Team!"

He won!

Emily jumped up from her seat, watching Austyn come down from the shooting platform and embrace his coach. The audience cheered, and the hearts of all the girls in the audience were boiling.

After the broadcast signal was turned off, Simon took off his headphones and asked, "Emily, I can tell you're Austyn's fan, right?"

He finally didn't call her an "intern."

Emily nodded and then quickly shook her head.

"If you're not a fan, today's commentary would have been decent. But based on your performance in other aspects, you barely passed." Simon said.

"Don't ask for too much. Emily did a good job." The director handed Emily a microphone with the logo of H TV station.

"Emily, now you're not just a commentator, you're a sports journalist. Go and interview the first-place winner."

"Okay."

Emily quickly fixed her hair and took the microphone to the athlete's resting area. The cameraman followed her.

Austyn was standing far away, discussing something with his coach. He was facing away from her, yet Emily was both nervous and excited.

She was particularly curious about Austyn's attitude now. Would he be surprised to see her transformed from an ugly duckling to a swan? Or perhaps he would regret the hasty breakup they had years ago.

"Hi, I'm Emily, a sports journalist from H Province TV. Can I interview you?" Emily walked up to Austyn and offered the microphone to him.

Austyn turned around and their eyes met. Emily's heart started beating intensely.

"Not convenient.” He said, his gaze expressionless as though he was looking at a stranger.

Emily was taken aback.

"Why not?"

"Every sports journalist only wants to interview the first-place winner and ignores the efforts of the other athletes, including the runners-up and the third-place winners. The feelings of the champion are not as important as those of the other competitors, and they also need your encouragement." Austyn finished speaking, patted his coach's shoulder, and walked away in another direction.

He didn't recognize her.

Emily stood there stunned, the cameraman already catching up with her, "Then just talk to us as an ordinary athlete about your feelings at this moment!"

Austyn ignored them.

Suddenly, Emily caught up with him, persistently holding out the microphone to him. "My name is Emily."

He still didn't react, not even looking at her.

"For you, what do these two hours mean?" Emily blurted out; her eyes already slightly teary.

She still remembered that day five years ago when Austyn leaned against the car window and smiled at her like a child. His face and hair were covered in sweat and dust, but it couldn't hide his youthful spirit.

At the time, she was in her summer vacation of the first year of high school, sent by her father to a training camp to become a national second-level shooting athlete. Austyn was practicing shooting at another base, and they couldn't meet.

The training days were hard, but the pain of longing was even harder. Emily sneaked out of the camp and took a car to Austyn's base. After seeing Austyn, Emily was sure that her appearance was a surprise to him.

However, they only spent two hours together before they were caught and brought back.

Two hours, and they only managed to be shy and silent, glancing at each other without speaking. The air was filled with ambiguous affection, but neither dared to take it further.

Before leaving, Emily tearfully looked out the car window. She regretted not telling Austyn that she missed him.

And then she saw Austyn chasing after the car.

Austyn caught up to the car and, like a monkey, jumped up and clung to the car window. He said quickly, "Emily, the two hours I spent with you are the happiest two hours of my life in the last fifteen years!"

It was the only romantic thing he ever said to her, and she remembered it for five years.

Five years had passed. Did he still remember what he said?

Suddenly, Austyn stopped walking, and Simon quickly approached him, pointing the camera at him.

"What does these two hours mean to you? Do you remember the significance of 'two hours' to you?" Emily repeated the question.

The time required for slow shooting a pistol is also two hours. Emily cleverly took advantage of the loophole, probing him while maintaining her duty.

The cheers of the audience instantly became distant, and all the noise seemed to be worlds away. In the huge shooting range, it seemed like there were only her and him.

Emily looked into his eyes and stubbornly held the microphone towards him. She didn't believe he couldn't remember the keyword "two hours."

"Two hours means going from a contestant to a champion." Austyn replied in a calm voice.

After speaking, he was about to leave again, but Emily couldn't hold back anymore: "Austyn, I'm Emily, your high school classmate, do you remember me?"

Austyn stopped again, slowly turning around. His gaze remained cold and almost didn't focus on Emily.

"You got the wrong person.” He said.

Emily looked at Austyn's back in a daze, almost unable to hold the microphone in her hand.

The cameraman murmured on the side, "These two hours mean struggle, means fighting, means honor! It would have been so much better if he answered like that. But at least he answered one question, and the interview task is considered complete... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Emily looked at Austyn's back, tears glistening in her eyes.

That feeling of defeat from many years ago came back again.

"Who bullied you?" Ariel handed Emily a cup of hot water.

This was a well-known grilled fish restaurant, and there weren't many customers since mealtime had passed. Emily picked up the cup and looked at Ariel sitting across from her with a gossiping expression.

Ariel was the editor of the sports channel at the TV station and had a good relationship with Emily. The two girls hit it off immediately, and their relationship quickly upgraded to best friends.

Emily took a sip of water and shook her head.

"Is it Simon again? The divorced old man who's a little crazy in the head. Just ignore him and let it go."

As they spoke, a waiter came over and placed two pounds of grilled fish on the table. The hot and fragrant aroma filled the surroundings, making the atmosphere more suitable for gossip. Emily hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not him, I met my ex-boyfriend."

"What did you say?" Ariel almost jumped up when she heard the beginning, "You also have a man you can't handle?"

Emily covered Ariel's mouth and said coldly, "If you keep yelling, I won't tell you."

Ariel whined that the fish was ready and she still wanted meat.

Emily let go of her hand, and Ariel cautiously asked, "Continue, what's the matter with your ex-boyfriend? Did you break up with him or was he blind?"

"He's considered my ex-boyfriend."

"Either he is or he isn't. What does 'considered' mean?"

Emily thought back carefully and wasn't sure if she had dated Austyn or not.

She remembered when she started high school, Austyn was a god-like figure, the most popular boy, a top student, and a shooting genius. His persona was especially impressive. Emily admired Austyn to the point of obsession, and her mind was hot, so she went to him every day.

Now thinking back, this story was wrong from the beginning.

She looked up to him without knowing that, in addition to liking him, she also had feelings of inferiority and fear.

Even her confession was initiated by Emily. Five years ago, on a hot summer day, Emily was nervous and sweating profusely as she said to Austyn, "I like you."

Austyn smiled and said, "Come on, let me treat you to ice cream."

Emily burst into tears and sobbed, "I'm so nervous that I might have a heart attack right now. And I'll die if I don't get a definite answer from you!"

"Really?" Austyn touched the back of his head and blushed. "Well, I like you too."

Emily laughed through her tears.

They became a secret couple. Looking back, Emily didn't feel like a girlfriend. She carefully maintained their relationship, worrying every day about her skin, her outdated clothes, and her grades. She was afraid that Austyn wouldn't like her.

Eventually, whenever Emily was at the shooting range with Austyn, she often missed the target. Her attention was focused on him instead of the target.

As her misses increased, Austyn's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. One day, he said to her, "Emily, when you shoot, you need to let go of your psychological burden and not focus too much on your results."

Emily agreed on the surface, but in her heart, she thought, "I'm not too focused on my results. I'm too focused on you."

She felt very insecure.

After a few days, summer vacation arrived, and Emily and Austyn were sent to different bases for training because they both wanted to practice shooting. Training was tough, but Emily felt that the feeling of missing someone was even tougher.

Later, she couldn't contain her longing and snuck out of the training camp to find Austyn. They didn't do much; they just talked like fools, blushing and stammering. They were only together for a short two hours, but their coach was furious.

But so what? Even if the sky were to fall, she felt it was worth it.

The feelings of youth are always fearless. Emily had no idea that her relationship with Austyn was so fragile.

When summer vacation ended, Austyn didn't show up for class for a whole week. During that week, Emily was restless every day, afraid that Austyn was just a dream and would disappear when she woke up.

Finally, he came to school and asked where Emily was.

Her best friend eagerly told Emily the news, but Emily wasn't happy. Young girls in love are always hot-tempered. So she decided to scare Austyn.

Emily had long wanted to change herself - to be less spineless, less compliant, and less led by the nose by him.

She decided to rebel and enjoy the feeling of being cared for.

So Emily had her friend tell Austyn she was at the shooting range. Then, just before Austyn pushed open the door to the range, Emily lay on the ground, her right hand clutching her chest.

Emily had intended to scare Austyn, but his reaction scared her. He shouted frantically, "Don't die, don't die!" He picked her up from the ground and rushed out of the range, shouting for help.

Emily was afraid the situation was getting out of hand, so she quickly opened her eyes and smiled, telling him that she had pretended to be hit and was actually okay.

From that moment, everything changed.

Austyn let her go and looked terrifying. He stared at her and said, "Emily, is this fun for you?"

Emily didn't understand why Austyn was so angry when she just wanted to play a prank. She apologized and begged, but Austyn dropped a bombshell that left her stunned. He said, "Emily, I'm dropping out of school and saying goodbye." Emily didn't understand why he would give up his promising future, but he didn't give her an answer. He walked away without looking back, leaving Emily feeling defeated.

She thought that if she were a beauty or an outstanding person, Austyn would not have left her life like this. Austyn disappeared from her life, and Emily became obsessed with studying, solving problems, and trying to forget about Austyn. By the time she was a junior in college, she had completed all her credits and arranged all the paperwork for studying abroad.

Two days before her departure, she received an internship offer from a TV station. Emily decided to stay since studying abroad would mean pursuing a career she didn't love, and she felt that she was better suited for a career in sports.

Emily met Austyn again at the National Games, and she imagined that he would regret his past actions after seeing how excellent she had become. But to her surprise, he didn't remember her at all. She told Ariel the entire story, and Ariel tried to comfort her by saying that she scared Austyn to death and that he was heartless. Ariel suggested that she should try a trick to get over him, but Emily wasn't convinced.

Ariel found Austyn's photo and suggested that Emily should tell him that she never loved him and that he meant nothing to her. But when Emily started to say the words, she broke down in tears. Ariel tried to comfort her and reminded her that there were plenty of other people who wanted to pursue a relationship with her. Emily slowly lifted her head up.

After the National Games, Emily made up her mind to apply for a transfer from the sports channel when she returned to the TV station. Ariel was taken aback. "It's not because of Austyn, is it?"

"It's not because of him. I just feel like it's not a good fit. I should have chosen another channel in the first place." Emily slammed her water glass down heavily.

"I meant this! Austyn! It's him!" Ariel pointed to the glass window.

Emily lifted her eyelids and saw a figure in a cap T-shirt passing by the window. From the side, his cold and stern lines and the slight hint of murderous intent in his drooping eyelashes made it undoubtedly Austyn.

He was wearing tactical pants and boots, and his mere figure was already full of charm, attracting the attention of many passing female students. During the National Games, the team leader would not allow athletes to leave the hotel or training venue. Besides, there were still other shooting events tomorrow.

Emily wondered; how did he leave without permission?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Ariel pulled her out of the restaurant without saying a word.

"After the National Games, I'll apply to transfer to another channel." Emily had made up her mind.

"Is it because of...Austyn?" Ariel hesitated.

"It's not because of him, I just don't think it's a good fit. I should have chosen another channel to begin with." Emily slammed down her glass.

"I meant this! Austyn! It's him!" Ariel pointed to the glass window.

Emily looked up and saw a figure in a cap T-shirt passing by the window. From the side, his cold and stern lines and the slight hint of murderous intent in his drooping eyelashes made it undoubtedly Austyn.

He was wearing tactical pants and boots, and his mere figure was already full of charm, attracting the attention of many passing female students. During the National Games, the team leader would not allow athletes to leave the hotel or training venue. Besides, there were still other shooting events tomorrow.

Emily wondered; how did he leave without permission?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Ariel pulled her out of the restaurant without saying a word.

"Emily, listen to me! As long as he remembers who you are, I guarantee that the old flame will reignite." Ariel pushed Emily forward.

"What are you doing? Speak more quietly." Emily's heart began to race. There weren't many people on the street, but it was still relatively quiet. If they spoke too loudly, everyone would hear.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here, Ariel!" Ariel patted her chest. "I promise, Austyn will remember you, the beautiful girl."

Emily was speechless. Whether he remembered her or not, what difference did it make? They couldn't go back to the past.

"Ariel, Austyn has completely forgotten the past. I saw his reaction today, and he has no impression of me at all." Emily said coldly, turning to walk back.

But at that moment, someone took over the conversation: "He can't forget you."

Emily looked over and saw a young man in a black leather jacket walking out of a nearby alleyway. He seemed calm and relaxed, but his presence was that of a demon wandering in the dark, full of killing intent.

Ariel took a step back.

Emily trusted Ariel's intuition. He had once found a gourmet small shop from the seven or eight twists and turns without relying on electronic maps. In the same way, she could sense danger just by looking at someone.

"Austyn couldn't possibly forget you, his mind is too sharp.” The young man said, tapping his temple. "I competed against him two years ago in a blind shooting contest and he won."

Emily was taken aback.

Blind shooting, as the name suggests, involves shooting with a blindfold on. The usual process is for the shooter to take a test shot and remember all the details, such as posture, breathing rate, and movement, before putting on the blindfold and shooting. Therefore, blind shooting tests the shooter's sensitivity and memory.

"Don't get me wrong, Austyn is even more twisted than you think.” The young man said, as if he knew what Emily was thinking, shrugging his shoulders. "He didn't even take a test shot and just put on the blindfold and hit a bullseye."

Emily was speechless.

Ariel immediately forgot about her surroundings and exclaimed, "Emily, your ex-boyfriend is a genius!"

Emily had to admit that she knew Austyn was a tough guy since the day she met him, but she never thought he would be that good.

Every shot is affected by factors such as weather, wind speed, air humidity, mechanical condition, range environment, and personal psychological factors. That's why shooters take test shots to get into the zone quickly. But Austyn managed to hit a bullseye without taking a test shot with a blindfold on. It was almost superhuman.

"What do you want?" Emily asked, staring at the young man.

The young man chuckled, "Nothing much, just wanted to chat with Austyn. I didn't expect to find something unexpected. Austyn, you're a lucky guy."

Emily pulled Ariel behind her and turned her head to see Austyn standing in the distance. Three small thugs were slowly approaching him.

It looked like they were cornered.

The young man approached Emily and she immediately felt a pressure coming towards her. She took a step back and hugged the almost crying Ariel.

Soon, Emily and Ariel were forced into the center of the alleyway. The young man and the other three small thugs surrounded them.

Austyn didn't take off his hood, so Emily couldn't see his expression. But he could see her clearly in the moonlight. Under the moonlight, the woman's delicate face was calm, even though her hands were shaking slightly, she was still comforting her companion.

She was different from the reckless girl in his memory.

"Xavier Marshall, this is boring. If you have a problem, come at me alone, don't bring others." Austyn said, shifting his gaze to the young man in black.

Xavier chuckled and crossed his arms, enjoying the show. "You're the boring one! You beat me two years ago, and now I want a chance to win back. But you're acting like a coward and avoiding me! So, who's the boring one, really?"

"You want me to put up that gold medal as a bet, I'm not willing to." Austyn said.

"I really want that gold medal. I've given up on shooting sports, I just want that medal. Do you understand?" Xavier's expression became even more arrogant.

"I won't take no for an answer!"

"No."

"You..." Xavier laughed in anger. "I bet you're too scared to compete with me in a live shooting contest. I know, you've been standing on the shooting range for too long, you've lost your edge!"

Emily couldn't stand it anymore and snapped, "Don't tarnish the sport of shooting!"

"I'm not slandering, it's a fact that many shooting champions are just weaklings in actual combat, they have no tactics whatsoever! Austyn should not fight, he's just a coward!" Xavier gritted his teeth in frustration.

Emily was so angry that she felt like her lungs would explode, "In my opinion, when you lose, you shouldn't take it out on others and use a gold medal as a bet. You are the real weakling! Also, according to Article 234 of the Criminal Law, intentional injury is punishable by up to three years in prison! You better think twice before crossing the line..."

"Talking about morality and justice to a pack of wolves will only make them see you as prey." Austyn suddenly interrupted Emily's words.

Emily was speechless. It was useless to talk about these things, but she was helpless and could only talk about morality and justice!

"Madman, if you want excitement, go find someone else. I won't accompany you." Austyn said emotionlessly as he grabbed Emily's collar and shoulder-barged Xavier. Emily felt a force from behind and stumbled forward a few steps.

"Want to leave?" Xavier shouted as he kicked at Austyn. The thugs surrounded Austyn.

"If you don't agree today, I'll disable your hand!" Xavier's face contorted in a sinister expression.

When Emily heard this, her mind went blank. Everyone knows how important hands are for shooting athletes.

Without thinking, she turned around and ran back, kicking a small thug in the waist. The thug stumbled and was about to pounce on Emily.

Austyn turned around and stepped on the thug's back with his combat boots. The thug fell in front of Emily. Austyn's strength was precise and didn't cause any harm. Obviously, he didn't want to cause trouble during the National Games.

"Let's go!" Austyn shouted at Emily.

Ariel grabbed Emily's hand and ran out, "You, are you crazy?"

As she ran, Emily took out her phone and wanted to call 911, but she was shaking too much and couldn't press the green button.

Just as she was frustrated, a hand reached out and turned off her phone screen. "You can't call!" the stranger said.

Emily looked up and saw a young man looking at her. He was probably eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing sportswear, and smiling with two rows of pearly white teeth showing.

"Are you his sister-in-law?" The young man smiled and raised two fingers to greet her, "I'll go help my big brother, wait here!"

Sister-in-law...

Emily's facial muscles twitched.

The young man didn't notice anything wrong and quickly rushed forward, kicking the small thugs to the ground. He raised his fist and wanted to charge forward, but Austyn held him back, " Patrick Martin! Stop it!"

The young man named Patrick turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Edwards, it's okay. I didn't participate in the National Games, I'm just here to watch. If the shooting team punishes me, it won't affect Q University's medal."

"I told you to stop." Austyn repeated.

Patrick reluctantly loosened his fist. The few small thugs were still cowering and didn't dare to approach.

Ariel witnessed all this and finally came to her senses. She trembled and wanted to call 911. Emily hurriedly held her wrist, "You can't call."

"Why?"

"If you call, you'll have to make a statement. Austyn has a game tomorrow. If Xavier retaliates and says Austyn caused trouble, Austyn will be disqualified. What should we do?"

Ariel quickly pocketed her phone and whispered, "Don't call him, it doesn't matter. I don't think your ex-boyfriend can win now."

"Former boyfriend."

Ariel rolled her eyes.

Over there, Xavier was scolding a group of young ruffians, "You're all worthless. Get out of here!"

The ruffians quickly scurried away.

Xavier turned around, his leather jacket open, a skull necklace around his neck reflecting a cold and sharp light in the moonlight. He looked at Austyn with a cynical gaze and asked, "What's the matter, Austyn? Are you asking for help?"

Austyn replied coldly, "I'm telling you seriously, don't bother me. I only played that one practical shooting game and haven't touched it since. It's true that I beat you, but if you really feel uncomfortable, I can let you win once."

Xavier was taken aback, laughed loudly, and then stopped abruptly. He said fiercely, "You're pitying me and deliberately losing, aren't you? Let me tell you, no way! You have to use all your abilities to beat me!"

Austyn ignored him and walked towards the end of the alley.

Xavier clenched his fists and shouted after him, "Austyn, when you quit the Q University shooting team, let's see if you still dare to compete with me!"

Emily shuddered.

She turned around and saw Xavier standing in the shadows, half of his body hidden, with a gloomy and unsettling look in his eyes.

What was he so obsessed with?

Patrick was so angry that he wanted to rush forward, but Austyn grabbed his arm and said, "Forget it, let's go back to the team."

"If it weren't for my sister-in-law, I would have taught him a lesson." Patrick shook his fist.

"A sister-in-law?" Austyn asked.

"Her!" Patrick pointed to Emily.

Emily felt extremely embarrassed and turned to Ariel, saying, "Um, shall we go back too? I have some things to sort out."

She suddenly found it difficult to speak.

The feeling she had at the competition earlier in the day had returned. She couldn't look directly at him and it was difficult for her to say a word.

"Let me take you back, sister-in-law." Patrick offered.

Emily hated these young guys so much. They were brainless and lacked common sense. She cleared her throat twice and said, "You still have training to do. My friend and I will go back by ourselves."

She was actually hoping for a reaction from Austyn, but he just stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, with a lonely look in his eyes, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

"My name is Patrick. I live up to my name and only have one day of enthusiasm, so training is not my thing. Sister-in-law...ouch!" Patrick suddenly cried out in pain.

Austyn grabbed Patrick's ear and said calmly, "Is it appropriate to say such things in front of the captain?"

"It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate! Brother, please let go! Sister-in-law, can you say something for me?" Patrick begged.

Austyn tightened his grip and said, "In the years you've known me, have you ever seen me with a girlfriend? Don't call strangers sister-in-law. If you use your quick wits in shooting, hitting ten rings won't be a problem."

"I got it, I got it!"

Austyn let go and Patrick rubbed his red ear, cautiously looking at Emily. Emily's mood worsened and she quickly walked out of the alley.

As Emily walked, she overheard Austyn talking to Patrick behind her, “Have you seen me with a girlfriend in the past few years? Don't shout randomly at strangers.” Patrick responded carefully, “Mr. Edwards, with such a beautiful woman standing in front of us, I feel she and you are a perfect match.” But Austyn's voice was dull and stiff, “No need, not interested.”

Emily bit her lip and quickened her pace, eventually running on the cement floor in her high heels, making a loud noise. Ariel followed behind her, sweating profusely and pleading, “Emily, wait for me. He's just Austyn, you have a whole forest of better options...”

As soon as Ariel finished speaking, Emily suddenly stopped and Ariel crashed into her back. “Emily, what are you doing...” Emily's expression was strange as she looked at Ariel and then turned around to walk towards the hotel. Ariel hurriedly caught up and tried everything to get her to talk, but Emily remained silent.

Once they were back at the hotel, Emily walked quickly to the dressing mirror, staring directly at herself. She used to be confident, with a calm gaze and a slight smile, knowing that no matter what the goal was, she could achieve it. But now her gaze flickered with hesitation.

Ariel was so scared she wanted to cry, “Emily, hit me, today's mishap is my fault! Or maybe I'll treat you to another grilled fish, you have to recover...”

“Ariel, what's the hardest tongue-twister that director always says?”

“Red carp and green carp.”

Emily looked at the mirror and confidently recited the tongue-twister without any pause or knot. Ariel applauded.

“Find Austyn's picture for me.” Emily said.

Ariel quickly searched for Austyn's picture. It was just posted in today's news with a high-definition photo of Austyn.

Emily only glanced at it and looked away. Ariel put her phone away, “Are you okay? Do you need to rest?”

“Ariel, I might be done for.” Emily forced herself to lift her gaze, trying not to look at Austyn's picture. That man made her nervous, insecure, and cowardly.

“I don't understand, what do you mean by 'done for'?” Ariel suddenly had a bad association.

She remembered that earlier in the grilled fish restaurant, Emily was unable to speak when she looked at Austyn's picture. She was stuttering in the alleyway. Emily was always eloquent, and this situation was extremely abnormal!

Sure enough, Emily confirmed her suspicions, “As soon as I see him, I can't speak fluently.”

“Don't be ridiculous, how is that possible? You recited the tongue-twister without any problem just now. What happened when you faced him?” Ariel held up her phone again to Emily.

This time, Emily took two deep breaths, hesitated to speak, and closed her eyes in despair and tragedy.

Ariel was also at a loss.

What was going on? An anchor with a speech impediment meant it was all over.

Chapter 2: Internet Suspicions

-—You probably don't know me very well. Once I go crazy, no one can stop me.

The shooting event at the sports competition ended, and Austyn, who was a substitute athlete, never got a chance to participate. However, he became incredibly popular.

Someone turned Austyn's shooting photo into an emoji, combining his upper body with the Sagittarius constellation, accompanied by the text, "I'm a Sagittarius too, wanna get to know each other, bro?" and posted it on social media, where it quickly gained over a hundred thousand shares.

Not to be outdone, another wave of skilled photoshoppers created their own emojis. One featured Austyn merged with Cupid, with the text reading, "Love-seeking Archer, help me get out of singledom."

This topic immediately exploded on the internet.

Some people praised Austyn's good looks, calling him an all-around fresh-faced heartthrob. Others came up with the nickname "Cupid's Angel Austyn." Many internet users fired back, stating that this was disrespectful to the athlete. Regardless, Austyn, who had won a gold medal at the sports competition, became the number one trending topic on Twitter, and his popularity continued to soar.

The members of the shooting team were outraged by all this.

"This is outrageous! They actually turned Mr. Edwards' perfectly fine competition photo into something like this. Mr. Edwards, Coach, we're not entertainers, we shouldn't be treated like this!" Patrick stormed into the hotel room, holding his phone.

Austyn glanced at him coldly but remained silent.

He was in the room, doing dumbbell exercises, wearing only a white sports tank top that revealed his well-defined and powerful chest muscles.

Mr. Hunter, in his forties, had been with the Q UNIVERSITY shooting team for over a decade, having trained several gold medal shooters. He had gained some weight, but his eyes were still sharp as ever.

He glanced at Austyn, quickly took Patrick's phone, and said, "Today's internet users seek justice through appearances. When they see a good-looking athlete, this is normal."

"But this is unacceptable. It's an insult to Mr. Edwards' character. Let's find a few of those lively internet users and send them a lawyer's letter!" Patrick was seething with anger.

"What lawyer's letter? Are you saying it's not hot enough and you want to add fuel to the fire? Patrick, you should focus on more important matters instead of staring at your phone all day." Mr. Hunter scolded, giving Patrick a playful tap on the head, "What were you here for? Just because you didn't compete doesn't mean it has nothing to do with you. Observing the aiming and trigger actions of athletes is also a form of learning!"

Austyn put down the dumbbells and suddenly spoke, "Patrick, observing shooting actions can help you quickly adapt to training without relying on specialized firearms. Don't take it lightly."

Patrick grumbled, "I got it."

"Louder."

"I got it, Captain!"

Austyn threw a towel over his shoulder and headed towards the bathroom, saying, "I'll take a shower first."

Once the bathroom door was closed, the sound of running water quickly filled the room.

Patrick slyly sat next to Mr. Hunter and whispered, "Mr. Hunter, do you think this could be Marshall, the madman, doing all this?"

Mr. Hunter glanced at him and asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Mr. Edwards had a fan base before, but they were all loyal fans. But this time, it's different. This is an attack on him, not praise." Patrick expressed his indignation.

Mr. Hunter chuckled silently.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Whether they're criticizing him or trampling on him, it's Austyn's call." Mr. Hunter spoke with hidden meaning, "If he lets it affect his mood, then they have successfully criticized and trampled on him. If he doesn't care, they can say whatever they want."

Patrick nodded thoughtfully.

"Remember this, one exceptional shooter should achieve a state of 'unity of body and gun.' I admire Austyn's character. He doesn't let anything bother him, which helps him maintain inner peace. If you care about the applause or boos from the audience, if you care about whether your opponent is better than you or if you question yourself, you won't be able to hit the target." Mr. Hunter sighed slightly, "Look at you, I hate your impulsive nature."

"But I think Mr. Edwards actually cares," Patrick said.

"Oh?" Mr. Hunter raised an eyebrow.

"Even though he doesn't say anything, his muscles tense up. It's one of the signs of Mr. Edwards' anxiety," Patrick said, "And I've noticed that he never reported this issue to you or the team's sports psychologist."

Shooting is a sport of stillness. In competitions, the mental stability of the athletes accounts for 80% to 90% of their performance. That's why in recent years, the country has been paying increasing attention to the psychological training of shooting athletes.

"Mr. Hunter, I'm genuinely worried about Mr. Edwards..." Patrick said softly.

Just then, the sound of running water in the bathroom abruptly stopped. Mr. Hunter patted Patrick's back and scolded, "Stop worrying about these useless things and do 100 push-ups for me. Then spend two more hours practicing the three positions."

Patrick wanted to say something, but when he noticed that Mr. Hunter was genuinely angry, he dejectedly left. Mr. Hunter walked out of the room but hesitated for a moment before closing the door, casting a worried glance towards the bathroom.

Still waters run deep, beneath the calm surface of the sea lie enormous undercurrents.

In the past, no one knew the amount of pressure Austyn had to endure. But now, even someone like Patrick, a young and impulsive guy, could see it.

Mr. Hunter let out a faint sigh and closed the door.

On the day the sports competition ended, Emily breathed a sigh of relief.

She no longer had to worry about seeing Austyn again or the possibility of someone discovering her speech impediment when she saw him. Their encounter this time was just a small accident.

But how did that saying go? Enemies often cross paths.

Even on such a broad route as an airline, two enemies could run into each other.

In the airport waiting hall, Emily looked ahead in utter dismay. Near the boarding gate, a group of teenagers in sports attire were waiting, and Austyn's figure stood out.

"We're actually on the same flight as them..." Ariel whispered.

Accompanying them was Fiona Cox, the anchorwoman from the sports channel. She quickly took the camera hanging around Emily's neck, "Let me borrow this."

Fiona snapped two photos and said, "What a coincidence! I can do an interview piece on the plane later."

"You two go ahead, I'll change my ticket," Emily said as she dragged her suitcase and turned away. She tried her best not to look at Austyn, to prevent herself from stuttering.

Ariel widened her eyes and reached out to grab her, "The flight takes off in twenty minutes, and it's too late to change now, isn't it?"

"Emily, your internship just ended, and you're playing hooky?" Fiona licked her crimson lips provocatively.

Fiona, a few years older, exuded a mature and sharp aura, and her words often carried a hint of wit. Emily didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Fiona's speaking style intentionally or unintentionally targeted her.

Emily had no choice but to compromise.

"Let's go, we've already completed the boarding procedures," Ariel tugged at Emily's sleeve. Emily took out her Ray-Ban glasses from her small bag and put them on. Austyn, not far away, instantly became shrouded in a dark gray haze.

What kind of experience was it to have one's dark history reappear before them?

It was unbearable.

Austyn was Emily's dark history. If the heavens could grant her a magical eraser, Emily would erase everything related to Austyn, leaving no trace behind. Because he witnessed the most innocent and foolish period of her life.

Emily pushed her glasses up and lowered her head, avoiding any eye contact with Austyn.

Just then, a series of screams suddenly erupted.

"Austyn! He's over there!"

"Angel Austyn!"

Emily was taken aback and looked towards the source of the commotion. A group of girls was running towards them, holding banners. The banners read, "Angel Austyn, we love you xoxo!"

Do these kids have poor eyesight? Can someone like Austyn be considered an "angel"?

More like a devil.

Emily couldn't help but purse her lips in disdain.

Upon hearing the commotion, Austyn immediately frowned.

Patrick saw Emily standing a few steps away and nudged Austyn with his elbow, "Mr. Edwards, your sister-in-law is on the same flight as us."

Austyn quickly glanced at Emily and then averted his gaze, not saying a word. Mr. Hunter frowned beside him, "Patrick, don't talk nonsense. Let's board if we can."

He stretched out his arms to stop the approaching girls, "Sorry, we need to board now."

The girls were still enthusiastic, tiptoeing to catch a glimpse of Austyn. One of the girls with twin ponytails crouched down and slipped under Mr. Hunter's arm.

She ran up to Austyn with a bouquet of flowers, blinking her big eyes, "Austyn, we're your fans. Can we take a picture with you?"

Austyn shook his head, "No."

Patrick grinned and said, "Sister, Mr. Edwards is allergic to camera flashes. How about taking a picture with me instead? After all, I'm a little more handsome than him."

"Nonsense, who has an allergy to camera flashes..."

"He does! During Mr. Edwards' competitions, the coach always tells the reporters not to use the flash." Patrick startled the girl with twin ponytails with his words.

This action immediately drew laughter from the other team members. Isaac Hall, a member of the shooting team, patted Patrick on the shoulder, "One day, stop fooling around with young girls."

The girl with twin ponytails was on the verge of tears. She grabbed Austyn's arm and shook it, "Big brother, please, take a picture with me!"

Austyn instinctively shook her off. At the same time, two or three other girls rushed over. Because they were running too fast on the slippery floor, they lost their balance and fell.

The shooting team members quickly helped the girls up. Mr. Hunter approached them and said, "Kids, go back and study hard."

Tears welled up in the girls' eyes as they noticed Austyn's cold expression. They handed him the flowers and silently walked away.

Emily watched from the side and couldn't help but shake her head. It was heart-wrenching.

But at that moment, Austyn suddenly turned his gaze towards Emily and walked over. Emily immediately felt her breath tighten.

Was he finally going to greet her?

Emily maintained a cold posture while planning the lines she should say in her mind. However, Austyn stopped in front of Fiona, "What did you just take a picture of?"

"Nothing at all," Fiona feigned ignorance.

Without a word, Austyn snatched the camera from her hands. Fiona quickly tried to retrieve it, "Hey, don't mess with the camera. It's full of news material."

"Delete the photos."

"Why should I?" Fiona raised her voice. Unable to bear it any longer, Emily reached out to grab the camera as well. Their hands brushed against each other, and the camera fell to the ground.

Crack!

A sound of shattering, probably some part breaking.

Emily quickly crouched down to pick up the camera, and indeed, the lens was cracked.

Anger surged within her, and she looked up, glaring at him fiercely. Austyn felt somewhat guilty, "I'll pay for it, but delete the photos."

"You don't need to pay, and we won't delete them." Fiona sneered.

Mr. Hunter hurriedly approached and pulled Austyn back. He quickly apologized to Emily, "Media colleagues, I apologize on behalf of our team."

Emily shook her head, "No need."

Mr. Hunter wanted to say something, but Emily had already hugged the camera and headed straight towards the boarding gate. She had nowhere to vent her anger and frustration, but she couldn't reveal her stutter either. All she could do was utter two words.

As she passed by Austyn, she purposely bumped into him with her shoulder, seeking revenge for his rudeness and heartlessness.

The camera was hers, yet he bypassed her to negotiate with Fiona. Did he really dislike her that much?

Before long, Emily completed her probationary period and went through the formalities of becoming a full-time employee.

As a full-time employee, Emily worked even harder than during her internship. Whenever there was a sports event, she immersed herself in the team's activities. In front of the camera, her speech was fluent and precise, earning praise from many colleagues.

Emily thought that the person who used to make her nervous and stutter would never be seen again.

She worked tirelessly, trying to fill her life to the brim. So often, Emily would find herself writing articles late into the night, her stomach growling with hunger, only to realize that she hadn't had dinner yet.

Getting up, she intended to tear open a packet of instant noodles when she noticed her phone lighting up on the table. Due to work-related reasons, she had set her phone to vibrate and often missed calls.

The incoming call was from Ariel.

Emily thought it was another dinner invitation, so she answered and absentmindedly poured hot water into the noodle bowl.

"It's not me, it's Austyn! Someone leaked that Austyn is being arrogant and dismissive of his fans, and now the internet is full of criticism!" Ariel exclaimed urgently.

Emily's hand trembled, causing the hot water bottle to shake, and hot water immediately dripped from the table onto her leg. Ignoring the spill, she quickly hung up the phone and searched the news online.

Several marketing accounts had jointly posted, condemning popular athletes for acting like big stars. Although no names were mentioned in the entire article, the accompanying picture was of Austyn.

Emily clicked on the image and saw the photo Fiona had taken. In the photo, the three girls were lying on the ground while Austyn stood nearby with a serious and cold expression.

If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, Emily would have thought that Austyn had pushed the girls.

Seeing Austyn's picture, a strange feeling surged within Emily. She uncomfortably cleared her throat and continued reading the comments.

Underneath the marketing posts, netizens were discussing heatedly, "What's he so arrogant about? He just won a gold medal at a sports event. If he's so capable, he should go for an Olympic gold medal!"

"This is Austyn's self-promotion, right? It seems like he's gone crazy. Let's give him some headlines and make him famous!"

"Using our taxpayers' money to support such low-quality athletes?"

Various sarcastic remarks and discussions like these filled the comments section.

Emily's anger flared up, and she replied beneath the marketing account's Twitter post, "Austyn never intended to seek fame. It's you marketing accounts who have been flooding the internet with his pictures for the sake of gaining followers! And now you're ganging up on him! Being an athlete is not easy!"

"Besides following the rules of the game, athletes also have the right to say 'no'! His refusal to take a photo may be due to fatigue or a desire to keep a low profile. Why force the fans? Let's not maliciously speculate about others. The world would be better off with more positivity!"

"Only posting one or two pictures like this is taking things out of context. I was an eyewitness and saw Austyn helping the girl up and waving goodbye to her!"

"Who says shooting athletes have fewer injuries? Muscle strains and rheumatoid arthritis are common injuries! He's already working hard, and I believe in his character!"

Emily replied to each comment, with the notification sound constantly ringing. She went back, clicked on the comments, and expected to see a war of words between the marketing accounts. But to her surprise, someone replied to her, "Ah, caught an alive official tweet!"

And someone even arrogantly said, "Everyone, stay calm. I guess this official account's editor is quitting tomorrow, so they decided to let loose before leaving!"

Official tweet?

Emily was stunned for three seconds and quickly opened the homepage, only to be shocked. She had mistakenly replied to the netizens using the official account of the H Province Television Sports Channel!

Ariel's call came in again, and Emily quickly answered.