The lights at Belsey Stadium are changing.

All the lights converged on the podium area.

The huge stadium fell silent instantly.

All players and head coaches of the US, China, and France teams entered the field.

The Chinese team players lined up according to their jersey numbers.

No. 1 Luo Yan, No. 6 Lu Yu, No. 7 Weng Pei, No. 9 Zhang Fan, No. 10 Ren Qiqi, No. 13 Yu Mengmeng, No. 14 Liu Min, No. 17 Zhu Ying, No. 19 Du Xianglan, No. 20 Sun Meng, No. 24 Ji Yun, No. 27 Chu Feiyu.

A long-sleeved sportswear shirt with a white background and red patterns makes a person look more energetic.

Head coach Zeng Ling stood at the very back of the team, next to Chu Feiyu.

When it was France's turn to receive the bronze medal, Chu Feiyu was visibly nervous and trembling.

Zeng Ling stood upright, his voice low.

"Feiyu is the team's heart, but she gets nervous sometimes too."

"Old Zeng, I guess I've brought honor to my ancestors, haven't I?" Chu Feiyu's voice trembled.

Zeng Ling didn't mind Chu Feiyu's disrespectful way of addressing him, took a deep breath, and said, "It's about bringing honor to one's ancestors."

It was as if he was speaking to Chu Feiyu, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

When the American team received their silver medal, Lu Yu, who was standing between Weng Pei and Luo Yan, glanced at them sideways.

The image of Kay with bloodshot eyes before entering the venue was still vivid in her mind.

In competitive sports, there are cheers for the winners and dejection for the losers.

Inevitable.

"Xiaoyu, there's a camera, look straight ahead and don't tilt your head," Luo Yan whispered a reminder.

"Okay." Lu Yu smiled.

“If you want to watch, then watch. What’s wrong with tilting your head? You’re not a robot,” Weng Pei said frankly.

"Xiao Pei—" Luo Yan squeezed out a breath.

"Sister Yan, don't forget to treat us to donuts later," Weng Pei said with a smile, changing the subject.

This scene seems to make up for the regret of four years ago.

In front of Luo Yan and Weng Pei, she was still "Little Taro".

You can think about eating donuts.

You can rest assured and wait for Sister Yan to remind you.

You can listen with a smile as Xiao Pei rambles on and on.

When the commentators announced the Chinese team's name during the awards ceremony, Lu Yu could even hear her own rapid breathing.

The women's basketball team players and their head coach took a step at the same time.

Stand on the highest podium.

Flowers, Olympic mascots, gold medals.

This is the glory of the Chinese women's basketball team.

The entire room fell silent.

Raise the national flag and play the national anthem of the People's Republic of China.

The French tricolor flag, the American flag, and the Chinese five-star red flag were slowly raised.

stand up!

Ye who refuse to be slaves!

Take our flesh and blood,

Let's build our new Great Wall!

...

As Lu Yu sang the national anthem, his heart pounded and his blood surged.

The March of the Volunteers played in the Belsey Stadium was particularly moving.

The five-star red flag shines brightly at the highest point.

In Jiao Yuyin's eyes, what also shone brightly was the little fish he longed for.

"You finally did it," Jiao Yuyin murmured, gazing at the dazzling roadside taro.

"bite--"

The new message notification alerted Jiao Yuyin once again.

[Xu Song: There's been some movement from Jiao Yuchen's side.]

Jiao Yuyin pressed the button on his phone and gave a brief reply.

[Jiao Yuyin: Okay, we'll talk on the phone in ten minutes.]

"Did Jiao Yuchen ask the old man for help?" Jiao Yuyin asked coldly.

Xu Song's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Currently, only Jiao Yuchen has taken action. Jiao Yuchen has been lobbying the other directors recently. Director Cai informed me yesterday, and I confirmed with the other directors today that it is indeed true. Jiao Yuchen has been rebuffed, and there's no guarantee that he won't take any drastic actions later. Since you are abroad, you should be careful."

Xu Song witnessed the infighting between the Jiao brothers for the first time in a real sense, and he was still shaken. He was glad that Jiao Yuyin had operated Ruixin Technology as a non-profit organization when he founded it.

Now that all the patents are in the hands of Ruixin Technology, the initiative is always in their own hands.

Ruixin Technology does not have a shareholders' meeting, only a board of directors. Of the five directors, besides Jiao Yuyin and Xu Song, Jiao Yuchen would have to persuade the other three directors to pose any threat to Ruixin Group.

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

“I’ll be careful here. I’ll be back in China in two days.” Jiao Yuyin’s pupils contracted slightly. “Let Jiao Yuchen do whatever he wants. What I fear most is that he’ll be content with the status quo and stubbornly stick to Yuhua without causing any trouble…”

"Should we retaliate appropriately?" Xu Song asked.

“No,” Jiao Yuyin instructed, “Let’s put the new section on dynamic structure algorithms on hold for now.”

"Are you worried about Yuhua...?"

"Since Jiao Yuchen can't shake the appointment of Ruixin Technology, he will definitely try his best to get my father to agree to Yuhua's withdrawal of investment. We need to stabilize the cash flow during this period."

"Why would you give up a promising new market just to step on your younger brother and fall from grace? Only a fool would do that."

"Jiao Yuchen will do that," Jiao Yuyin chuckled. "It's almost time to settle the score."

...

Training base of the Chinese women's national basketball team.

The training ground that once accompanied everyone will once again be sealed away.

Team leader Zhang Hao carefully wrote new words of encouragement on the countdown whiteboard beside the training field.

We are the champions! Our trip to Paris is not the end; victory will help us turn a new page in our lives. Every day here is a treasure we share.

All members of the Chinese women's basketball team stood in front of the countdown timer on the training field for a group photo.

"Fanfan, Xiaosong invited the two of us to his variety show."

"Ji Yun, are you up to some trick again...?"

"..."

"Sister Yan, the French donuts don't taste right."

"Weng Xiaopei, why are you being unreasonable again? Feiyu, you need to control this little devil."

"..."

The noise from the training ground gradually faded away.

Lu Yu stood in front of the head coach's office, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Enter."

Zeng Ling's voice came from inside the office.

The door was pushed open a crack by Lu Yu.

"Lu Yu?" Zeng Ling took a sip of warm water, screwed on the thermos, and said, "Come in and talk. What are you doing standing at the door?"

Lu Yu sat opposite Zeng Ling at the desk, looking somewhat reserved and awkward.

"What's up?"

"Coach, I... have something I've been thinking about on the plane back from Paris. It's mainly about some personal thoughts on the development of women's basketball, but it's just a preliminary idea. I wanted to talk to you about it today."

"Go ahead," Zeng Ling said, looking at Lu Yu. "I've never seen you speak so hesitantly before."

Lu Yu unconsciously scratched her bun.

"I'm actually considering retiring—"