Day 62
Compared to the bright moon, Fu Xunyan has always wanted to be a star.
It is not the gentle glow that lasts for billions of years, but the explosion at the end of life that brings a moment of shock in the eternal darkness.
Right now, under the gaze of these sixty pairs of eyes, between the clear sky and the green land, he wants to bring this stunning effect to the extreme.
Forgetting the timidity caused by the previous embarrassment, Fu Xunyan merged himself into the arrow.
Nock the bow.
“Ah ...
At a moment when Fu Xunyan could not perceive, screams rose around him like a whirlwind.
"So handsome! Can I live with a face like this for a day?"
Chen Chi tilted his head and glared at the unknown contestant from the next station.
"That's a nice thought. Even if my brother wants to lend his face, he'll definitely lend it to me first."
Before he could finish his words, Dabae clamped his head between his arms and said, "Be quiet and don't ruin the atmosphere. Don't force me to hit you during this tense moment."
If Fu Xunyan wants to win, there is no other possibility, the first arrow must be a ten-ring.
The man stood in the center of the circular plastic circle.
The pure white sportswear distributed by the program made his skin look as clear as cold jade. The sunlight poured down unrestrainedly, but seemed to take special care of him, casting a layer of light golden halo on his body, as if his whole body was glowing slightly.
The hair that had been bleached and dyed a few days ago still maintained its pure silver-gray color, gently blown by the breeze, revealing a full forehead and perfect sword-like eyebrows.
The well-tailored sports top, with her stomach tucked in and chest lifted, accentuated her shoulder-waist ratio, highlighting the beautiful muscle lines of her back. As she held the bow in her left hand and raised it horizontally forward, her sleeve slipped down, revealing her bony wrist and throbbing forearm.
Those well-trained muscles played a new role outside the second public stage, making people mesmerized by their beauty.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water as he drew the bowstring back. As three slender fingers gripped the bowstring and pulled it back to its full length, one could see his cheeks puffing slightly from the effort, and a sharp line of muscle stretched across his neck. The back of his white tracksuit suddenly revealed the distinct outline of his shoulder blades, like the wings of a crane about to spread.
The iconic fox eyes narrowed slightly, and slowly became invisible due to the action of drawing the bow.
Da Pei couldn't help but tighten his grip. Chen Chi, who was being held by him, was completely unaware of the pain and stared at Fu Xunyan without blinking.
Just when everyone thought he would remain stable and shoot the arrow, something unexpected happened.
Fu Xunyan suddenly tilted his head, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth. The bow and arrow immediately shook as he tilted his head, deviating from the original trajectory.
The whole audience screamed, and it was unclear whether it was because of his sudden and extreme smile, or - the arrow suddenly released by his hand.
The director crowed like a chicken in a low-octave voice and immediately zoomed in on the camera. The big screen clearly reflected a face as dazzling as the sun at that moment.
Even more so than Ender, he does not have the brightness of an innocent little prince, but the composure of a king who controls power and desire.
“Whoosh—”
The moment the arrow broke through the air, he leaned back wildly due to inertia, as if he had completed a dance, exaggerated but full of charm.
His silver hair spread out in a mess, fluttering and revealing his smooth forehead. When the electronic beep of the ten rings sounded, his fingers, having released the bowstring, still maintained a graceful arc. His whole body was like a bow that had just been released, exuding tension ready to be released.
Ender was stunned, and so was everyone else.
Three seconds later, there was a loud explosion, and in the ten rings that amazed everyone, the young man stood still.
He said nothing, just stared at Ander, picking up another arrow.
The wind picked up when I shot the second arrow.
A few strands of hair kept brushing across Fu Xunyan's nose. He frowned and blew away the troublesome bangs. His casual movements turned into a beautiful picture on the big screen.
The director's eyes were sharp, while the backstage staff who were managing the live broadcast were in a state of panic.
"Mute them all! Mute them all! The screen is almost freezing with so many spam messages!"
The intern hurriedly followed the instructions and cleared the barrage. After those annoying things were turned off, the handsomeness like Canyang struck his heart.
“Whoosh—”
"I'll go." Da Pei stood up subconsciously. He pushed through the crowd and dragged Chen Chi to the front.
"He really can? No, why didn't the national team poach him when he was working part-time?"
"Emm, because the national team's process is a bit slow." Jiang Han, who knew the inside story, appeared out of nowhere.
"I heard Brother Li say before that he snatched Xun Yan from the national team. I thought he was joking at first, but now I think it might be true."
Chen Chi analyzed seriously, "But it doesn't matter. Brother Fu will definitely not pass the national team's strength test."
The arrows and bows used in the Olympics have strength requirements, which are by no means comparable to the toys used in the games.
"The last arrow."
Bai Wenji squeezed aside the trainee from the next show and was glared at, but it was obvious that no one's eyes were more contemptuous than Bai Wenji's, and the other party walked away in shame after being glared at in return.
"The last arrow must hit ten rings to win."
The trainees of "New Century" had their eyes shining, and each of them wanted to run up to escort Fu Xunyan's last arrow and nail it firmly on the target.
"Come on, Brother Fu!"
"Brother Fu is so awesome!"
"Fu-sama is the most handsome today!"
"It seems like some weird things have sneaked in." Bai Wenji rubbed his ears and complained, then looked in the direction of the sound and found Yin Xingheng.
"Why are you here?" Bai Wenji was a little surprised. "Aren't you guys recording a fashion show in the practice room?"
Bai Wenji remembered their theme, and finally had time to look at Yin Xingheng's outfit - well, it was some aesthetic that he couldn't understand.
Yin Xingheng didn't care about Bai Wenji's disgusted look. He pushed the strange medieval bird feather hat he had taken from the program team's costume room to prevent it from falling off his head.
"So what? I'll come as soon as I finish recording."
"I heard there's something interesting going on here. What a shame! The production team is clearly competing against the other team, so why don't they invite everyone to participate? Why do they split us up into catwalks?"
"Because there are only thirty people from the other side." Bai Wenji explained, "If all sixty of us were to participate, the numbers would be unbalanced."
Yin Xingheng puffed up her cheeks and said, "I understand the logic. So why did you assign me to the fashion show? You guys are all at the sports meet."
It makes her angry when she talks about this. Yin Xingheng wonders if there is an undercover agent from another CP in the program crew who always separates her and Fu Xunyan.
Also, why do you always put him and Bomi together?
"I have to remind you."
"What's wrong?" Yin Xingheng was complaining enthusiastically when Bai Wenji poked him hard in the waist.
Bai Wenji didn't say anything and pointed behind him.
"Oh my god! Why are you here?" Yin Xingheng turned around and was startled by Bomi, who was almost painted black like charcoal. Then he remembered that he seemed to be scolding him just now, so he immediately smiled awkwardly and changed the subject.
"You're just walking out like that?"
Rarely, Bomi did not pretend to be that pure little white flower, but fought back with a drooping mouth.
"Aren't you the same?"
Following his eye signal, Bai Wenji lowered his head.
"You're a fucking pervert!"
"Ahhh, I forgot! Give me your coat!" Yin Xingheng quickly grabbed Bai Wenji's shoulders and took off his coat, then tied it neatly around his waist.
Unfortunately, it still can't completely cover his white stockings - it doesn't matter, as long as it can cover the weird shorts.
"It's all the fault of the costume sister. Why did she arrange such a funny route for me?" Yin Xingheng was very upset, but while she was upset, she had to pay attention to what was happening with Fu Xunyan.
Bai Wenji looked at the two people who sneaked out of the building in front of him and remained silent.
Indeed, you two are quite funny, really.
Louis XIV is alive, and there is a charcoal-like monk. What kind of fashion is this that he can't understand?
"Never mind. How's the battle going now? I've heard it's embarrassing to lose in treasure hunting arm wrestling." Yin Xingheng stood on tiptoe to take a look. "Is it archery now?"
"Can you shoot arrows when searching for treasure?"
After hearing this, Bomi also tiptoed to look.
"Your treasure hunt is not only about archery, but now you have two full marks. It depends on how much you can get with this arrow."
Bai Wenji took off his glasses and wiped them.
"Definitely a perfect score. This kind of thing is just a drop in the bucket for treasure hunting."
"Oh? Have you seen him shoot arrows?"
"...No, but I believe in treasure hunting 100%."
Bai Wenji rolled his eyes at him and tried his best to ignore the two guys beside him who knew nothing and were still cheering crazily.
This is the last arrow.
Fu Xunyan did not rush to draw his bow, but turned around and faced Ande.
The young man beamed, and offstage, far from losing the glare of the spotlight, he instead possessed an inexplicable radiance. Ander had seen his first stage cut and his second public performance look, but no moment had left a more profound impression than the one Fu Xunyan was seeing right now.
"What should I do? My luck is off the charts today. If I get lucky just once more, you'll lose."
Ender clenched his hands. He was laughing, but anyone could see the twitching of his muscles.
"Goddess of luck won't always favor anyone."
"So you understand this."
Fu Xunyan shook his hands and relaxed his muscles.
“It’s good to work hard, but never think you’re the only one working hard.”
Fu Xunyan drew his bow and unexpectedly continued talking to the people around him.
The staff in the distance were waving, trying to remind him to shut up and shoot.
Fu Xunyan looked at the red heart.
"You don't seem to have the right to think that others are just lucky."
The last arrow was shot.
Everyone's heart seemed to be pulled up. At that moment, everyone turned their upper bodies to follow the direction of the arrow, as if their souls had been hooked away, and they looked so stunned that it was a little funny.
In slow motion, the arrow broke through the slight breeze, broke through the tension in the air, and hit the bull's eye with an overly stable posture.
The surroundings were in an uproar. Countless familiar and unfamiliar trainees, led by Da Pei and Jiang Han, rushed over and surrounded Fu Xunyan in the center.
His sweat-soaked hair stuck to his temples. He casually pushed his bangs back, revealing all his facial features. The impact was so great that the fans on the other side of the live broadcast room covered their mouths.
Beads of sweat glistened in the sunlight and rolled down his neck into his collar. His chest, rising and falling with his breathing, stretched the collar of his sportswear, revealing his clavicle.
Da Pei and Jiang Han's embrace was so warm that Fu Xunyan was lifted up with his feet off the ground.
He patted their arms, but they were unaware.
"Sure, Fu Xunyan."
"Let's meet in PUBG next time. I think you'll be a really good shooter."
Fu Xunyan's head was full of questions. How did the topic turn to games?
"That makes sense! Woohoo! This season is almost over. When are the damn production team going to return my phone? Boss Fu, take me to play with you! I'm sure you'll never miss a shot!"
…
Compared with "New Century", "Forward" on the other side was almost in a dead silence.
Everyone was peeking in, but no one dared to go up and comfort Ender, which made everything seem even stranger.
Park Soo-ha stood at the back of the team, looked at the blazing flowers over there through the layers of crowd, then looked at Ander, sneered in his heart, turned around and left.
"Brother Park, where are you going?"
"Toilet, why are you guys coming with me too?"
The people surrounding Park Soo-ha stopped.
Since the boss doesn't allow them to follow, then they won't follow.
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