Chapter 2
Honor ceremony
At 8 PM on October 31, journalists, media agencies, and thousands of fans gathered at the national airport to welcome home the triumphant athletes. Though officially a welcoming event for the entire team, in reality, the overwhelming enthusiasm was directed at just a few—namely, the ever-charming Truong Xuan and the national hero, Hoang Kim. Every overlooked team member sparked envy in some. They shed sweat, tears, and even blood to bring glory to their nation, only to end up as faint shadows for their teammates to shine.
Hoang Kim is a superstar. A black hole in human form, sucking in all the aura, fame, fortune, and women. Fangirls from every corner of the kingdom go into collective ovulation the moment he appears—each one flipping the simp switch so hard, it'll take three lifetimes of reincarnation just to stop swooning at his smile. Some go online pledging to bear his children; others fantasize about waiting for him in bed, lost in dreams that soak their sheets with desire.
Sports uphold the principle of fairness, yet these athletes endure unjust treatment despite dedicating their youth to the cause. The press chants the familiar mantra: "Solidarity is strength." The media clamors that "Everyone is for one, and one is for everyone." Meanwhile, frenzied crowds take to the virtual world, passionately lauding the achievements of all the athletes. But in fact, contrary to all the fake acclamation, the media and press scramble freely for the golden egg-laying chicken.
Crazy fans—mostly fangirls of the national heartthrob—flood the internet every single day with wild confessions, claiming they want to bear children for their dream lover. Just a brief touch or a glimpse of his face in real life can trigger instant ovulation on the spot. Screaming like maniacs, they cling to Hoang Kim under the excuse of getting his autograph, all just to sneak into the frame of the live broadcast camera. Many wild girls are shoving the bodyguards around Hoang Kim; the whole team has to step in to stop their crazed frenzy.
The champion offers a gentle smile and asks them to relax the protection temporarily. The frenzied fans are ecstatic. They seize the opportunity to wrap their arms around Hoang Kim's shoulders for a selfie, some even puckering their red lips to kiss the hero on the cheek. The chaotic scene looks as though the hero might be pinned down at any moment—and only the fangirls know their true intentions. Without cameras and security forces, the poor champion might have been sacrificed to satisfy the insatiable thirst of fangirls whose dreams soak their sheets. Watching sports is merely an excuse; flaunting their bodies, chasing the spotlight, and seducing sugar daddies are their true motives.
After a wave of shoving and chaos, the vultures finally swoop in to tear apart the prey's remains:
"Can you tell us how you feel right now?"
"Who would you like to dedicate this victory to?"
"Your female fans here and across the country are dying to know—do you have a girlfriend? What's your ideal type?"
Hearing the last question, the fangirls don't blush—they shout excitedly:
- Hoang Kim, has your mother recruited a daughter-in-law yet?
- Hoang Kim, I want to be your bride!
- I love you, Hoang Kim!
Manifesting the honor to be chosen as the national daughter-in-law by your mom!!!
- Manifesting Hoang Kim as my husband!!!
- Manifesting… just for my future boyfriend to be one-tenth as handsome as you, and I swear—I'd live and die for love!!!
- Manifesting the privilege to fold your laundry and tie your shoelaces every day to the point my fingernails fall off, and I still wouldn't utter a single complaint!!!!
- Manifesting the right to warm your bed every night—even when the heater breaks!!!
- Manifesting the chance to be Sam's sister-in-law—even if it comes with a muddy, chaotic younger brother package!!!
- Manifesting to become Uncle Huge's granddaughter-in-law, blessed with the legendary Hunter genes!!!
- Manifesting… for my future son to be handsome, talented, and gentle with girls—just like you… so he can resemble the idol his mother spent her entire youth ovulating for!!!
The jealous people with itchy eyes look at Hoang Kim's friendly smile. The national hero slowly answers each question:
- I want to dedicate this joy to all true fans, especially the gold medal to my mother! - He turns to the camera, placing a hand over the national flag on his chest - Mother, I love you! Thank you, everyone!
He skillfully avoids personal matters, yet the age-old question persists:
"Sir, do you have a girlfriend? If not, when are you going on a date?"
Before the reporter can even ask about his ideal type, Hoang Kim smiles warmly:
- Did everyone forget that I have a wife?
Fangirls clamor along with the vultures:
"Your wife is from Hexagon country, not Prehistoric!"
- You protected the Queen Regnant of Hexagon two years ago—she granted you permission to marry a second time. Now, you can choose to marry any Prehistoric or Hexagon girl!
- Two years ago, you got married out of gratitude, not love!
Hoang Kim laughs at the ridiculous scene and gives a short reply:
- My girlfriend is track and field!
The entire crowd erupts in amazement at his clever response. The vultures and fangirls cling to Hoang Kim, refusing to let go. He steps into the car, exhales deeply, loosens his tie, leans back in his seat, and watches the line of people chasing after the double-decker bus. A teammate beside him nudges his shoulder playfully and teases:
- So, did the national hero pick a girlfriend from the fangirl association?
Hoang Kim gives a slight smile:
- My girlfriend's name is Athletics!
Everyone laughs and jokes with each other. Hoang Kim does not reply but instead watches the streets receding through the glass window of the double-decker bus.
The architecture in this city contrasts as starkly as fire and water. On the left—the place Hoang Kim observes—stands a row of traditional three-room houses with two wings, their rustic simplicity familiar to the people of the nation.
First-time foreign visitors, coming from diverse cultural backgrounds, often mistake the timeworn houses—with gracefully upturned eaves resembling boat roofs—for temples or pagodas.
The temple and pagoda complex is adorned with intricate carvings of waves, flowing water, clouds, and sky, which swirl gracefully across the wooden doors. The once jet-black timber has faded over time, mottled with grayish-white stains that cast a melancholic hue over the solemn space.
Looming with a gloomy appearance, in some places, a faint scent of damp green moss clings to the house walls. Swarms of parasites divide into factions, invading every corner. One battalion descends to the ground, capturing alleyways. Rows of lanterns strung along the alleys cast a dim, ethereal glow.
Hoang Kim sees streams of bluish-gray kitchen smoke rising high. He closes his eyes and inhales the delicate aroma of burning agarwood, the rich scent mingling with fragrant grapefruit peels smoldering in the crackling stove fire. Traditions remain unshaken—the old city's residents still kindle their stoves with firewood and agarwood, layering grapefruit peels on the stove to eliminate harmful fumes.
The heat from the fire roasts skewers until golden brown, each dripping with glistening fat, while pots of stewed bones boil vigorously, releasing a deep, savory sweetness. Hoang Kim's mouth waters with longing. He often trains and competes, adhering to a strict athlete's diet, unable to savor his favorite dishes. Hoang Kim clicks his tongue, watching people enjoy their food at the sidewalk stalls.
Many first-time visitors wince at the strong aroma of oil and grease, mingling with the damp, musty air in the alley. The instinctive preference for cleanliness and aversion to filth gradually fades for long-time regulars. Hoang Kim is no exception—initially, he found it unpleasant, but over time, he became addicted to the sharp, acrid scent. He knows the smell would be even more overwhelming if not tempered by the smoke and fire.
The scorching heat diminishes the moss-covered soldiers of the upper army, yet it cannot stop the mighty force of this large army from staining the walls green and climbing up to the rooftops. They cling stubbornly to the yin-yang tile roof. Parasites hopelessly soil the tiles, which sparkle beautifully like lapis lazuli.
Over the years, vibrant colors have accompanied the ancient, moss-covered architecture. Many nostalgic souls liken this ethereal demeanor to that of the elegant scholars and literary figures of ancient times. The tranquil scenery is perfect for those who cherish quiet solitude, like Hoang Kim.
Those who crave vibrancy are drawn to the dazzling streets opposite the row of ancient houses. Their appearance is as luxurious as that of a modern-day princess. 'She' takes on countless chaotic forms, with a mismatched structure. Everywhere, towering skyscrapers rise high, with shapes like sharp spires, standing boldly like gods. Each tower is lit up, and from a distance, it resembles a fire phoenix dancing across the vast sky and earth.
Beneath those towering silhouettes, tiny single-storey brick houses huddled in the shadows. Their impoverished owners paid no attention to the peeling brick walls, the dark grey tile roofs, the broken bricks mixed with intact ones, or the crooked doors that seemed ready to fall off their hinges. This wretched appearance is seen as a disgrace to the bustling and lively street life.
On the glamorous streets, people hurry past, as if swept along by the fast-moving crowd. Couples break away from the throng and step into fashion boutiques, where the finest clothes are displayed on mannequins, stretching from the interior to the storefront.
The girls focus intently on selecting, the mannequins sway gently, and the female customers squint with laughter as they watch the human-shaped models joyfully dance to the loudest music coming from the adjacent ballroom and bar.
Howls and stampings clash on the dance floor, and the chaotic sounds rage through the streets day and night. The noise, combined with the stage lighting, rotates continuously, casting faint five-colored lights on faces filled with desire.
Men and women high on drugs entwine and dance in a sensual dance, touching each other passionately as if no one is there. Slutty girls moan in their lovers' arms, their dull eyes suddenly lighting up when someone shouts:
- Hoang Kim will attend the honor ceremony at the lobby of Fame Hotel.
All the girls scream with excitement, simultaneously pushing away the hands of their lovers who are groping for private places, and without a word, they rush into the street in a race to get back to the hotel. Food falls from their mouths, and the boyfriends angrily curse Hoang Kim, digging up his eighteen generations to hurl insults at him.
- Hoang Kim's dog bitch mother!
- Dad will kill you, Hoang Kim dog!
A girl forgets to pull up her panties but still confidently holds her phone, livestreaming:
- I'm going to see my husband, Hoang Kim!
The wind blows the skirt, billowing like the flag of an uprising.
The boyfriend, pulling up his pants while chasing behind, has a face as red as a fighting rooster.
- Are you crazy? The matter's not even finished yet, and you're already off chasing stars!
The crowd goes wild, crashing together like sardines thrown into a boiling hotpot. Curses, heavy breathing, and the scream of livestreamers:
- Comment, everyone! I'm about to meet Hoang Kim!!
Echoes like a thunderstorm on steroids.
***
Fame was one of the largest hotels on the planet, meeting and exceeding all strict international standards. The hotel had 30 floors, each with its own unique standard—the lower floors offered affordable rooms, while the upper floors ascended in luxury, corresponding to social status.
The facilities in the rooms on each floor were clearly differentiated—the higher the floor, the more modern and expensive the amenities. Most of the guests were affluent individuals, powerful figures, nobles, and entertainment stars. Dressed in globally renowned brands, they had gathered in the lobby, eagerly awaiting Hoang Kim.
Outside the hotel, three large groups of frantic girls had gathered:
The first group consisted of female students from the country of Prehistoric, each holding a piece of paper and a pen tightly in her hands.
The second group was made up of international female students, wearing green eye shadow, bright red lipstick, and a variety of fashionable outfits—some dressed half-covered, half-revealing, hoping to catch the attention of their male idols; others wore bold and revealing outfits, eager to steal their heartthrobs' hearts.
The third group consisted of foreign beauties with blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, dressed in revealing clothes, showing off everything they could. Each one clutched her phone tightly, as if it were her lifeline.
Despite their different skin colors and languages, they all shared a common goal—to secure a good spot and get closer to the national male idol. The scene was nothing short of a "Battle of the Uterus Awakening," a cross-national-level collective ovulation!
On the other side, reporters, TV crews, and radio station staff were also on high alert, fully armed. They carried cameras, held microphones, and wore recording equipment on their shoulders, with tripods, flashlights, and flying cameras (flycams) all in action. It was as if they weren't there to conduct interviews, but to launch a media warfare. Each person's gaze was like a thermal sensor, locked on their targets, ready to "fire" at any moment—of course, "fire" here referred to frantically pressing the shutter button and recording footage.
Surrounding them was a team of bodyguards, closely monitoring the situation. In the center of the crowd, the organizers of the honorary ceremony had installed two rows of luminous stone lights earlier in the afternoon, with blue light gleaming across the red carpet that stretched from the hall all the way to the main road.
After lurking for hours and waiting impatiently, the target finally appeared as a double-decker bus came into view from the distance. The crowd erupted in excitement, louder than if they had won the lottery. Fangirls, as usual, shouted love confessions, while the media panned their video cameras and snapped photos continuously. Even before the bus had arrived, flashes from camera lights had already filled the street.
The bus slowed and stopped in front of the hotel. As soon as the doors opened, a sea of people immediately surged forward. Ear-piercing screams erupted like a tsunami, drowning out the loudspeakers and completely overpowering the voices of reporters congratulating the national team athletes on their outstanding achievements.
Fangirls pushed forward, raising their phones, banners, and LED boards—some even brought massive streamers, hanging them from the second floor all the way down to the sidewalk:
Oppa Truong Xuan, stop running—you're tired, baby! Dive straight into my fiery heart!
OPPA TRUONG XUAN! STOP RUNNING TOWARDS THE FINISH LINE, JUST DIVE INTO MY ARMS ALREADY!
Babe! Every time you smile, our eggs drop like a rainstorm!!
Crush of the Prehistoric Nation
My husband, the national dreamboat
The dream boyfriend of Girl Kingdom
Babe, you're my future fiancé in my heart
I remember you wore jersey number 09, the symbol of eternal love
The man of my life, infinitely handsome
A group of youngsters, just blooming at the age of a new full moon, hung captions and banners all over the streets leading to the hotel:
Swear to God! If you step out of formation, I'll step out of my ex's heart!
No matter where you run, I'll say goodbye to my single life and run after you.
Win or lose? Don't care. As long as you exist, my heart's on seismic mode!
I need a victory to celebrate in the streets, but I need a handsome guy like Truong Xuan to run into my heart even more!
If tomorrow's the apocalypse, I'll drop all my eggs tonight for my dreamboat!
A charming dreamboat with the flair of a leading man from the Land of Frost—witty, graceful, and well-mannered. His single-lidded smile alone is enough to make fangirls swoon and chant his name: Truong Xuan.
One-lidded eyes of mass destruction, a killer smile that sends fangirls into cardiac arrest!
No need for top speed, no need for record-breaking achievements—just one perfectly dreamboat-style smile from the Land of Frost, paired with gentle charm and subtle flirting, is enough to melt countless fangirl hearts like snow under the sun.
Other fangirls were already in a frenzy, waving meme signs as they cheered for their idol:
It takes 10 seconds to run 100 meters, 1 second to run into my heart, and a lifetime to stay by my side.
Sports achievements are secondary, it's the achievements that make me ovulate that really count.
my oppa, my husband, my national husband!
oppa, don't run to the finish line—run into my burning "heart". It's on fire for you!
National Husband, don't run anymore—just run into my heart!
Run into my heart the way you sprint toward victory!
The finish line of my life is the white line, but the finish line of your life is me!
My heart isn't a stadium—why do you keep barging in, Truong Xuan?!
Truong Xuan—my oppa, your smile saves the world and warms the place where you'll make babies with me!
Unmatched visuals, one eyelid, total heart annihilation mode.
Hoang Kim—your godspeed strides are making me emotionally unstable level 999+!
Got the idol, that's a done deal, no need to ask!
Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, oppas! Don't just sign our shirts—sign our marriage certificates too!
It's the first time I've seen someone sprint into a stadium and straight into the source of my existence like that, oppppaaaa!
Screenshotting every frame of Truong Xuan's smile to make memes, avatars, and stickers:
National husband
Single-lidded eyes Oppa
The smile that annihilates fandoms
Oppa Truong shooting hearts
Despite mental preparation and a detailed plan in place, the security team still couldn't reach the athlete delegation. Fangirls lose their minds—screaming, shoving, and surrounding the bus while shouting their idols' names. They held up banners and fired off heart gestures like cannon blasts, pushing against barricades, to storm the restricted zone while shouting through megaphones:
- Babe, I volunteer to be your shoes—so every step you take crushes my heart!
- TRUONG XUAN!!! SMILE ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL DIE HERE!!
- I volunteer to be your hotel—please step into me!
- The spring wind blew Truong Xuan into my heart—soft as breath, yet strong as fate!
- I don't need a medal—I just need your single-lidded smile!
Hoang Kim and his teammates stepped off the bus as TV reporters rushed to congratulate the national athletes on their outstanding achievements. Camera lenses and video cameras whip around frantically, firing like machine guns. The entire area erupted into fangirl shrieks and thunderous cheers, as if heaven itself were roaring.
Women—the wives of the world—shouted each athlete's name as if calling their husbands home for dinner. They held up their phones with trembling hands, chanting slogans more synchronized than those of a global sports cheer squad.
Hoang Kim! Truong Xuan!
I Love You!
Quicker than usual, the cameras and photographers swung around to capture the most delicious prey. Hoang Kim smiled, graciously responding to the 'warm affection' coming from all directions. He paused now and then to take selfies with fans, never turning down a single autograph request.
The girl, eager for an autograph on her shirt, shyly said, 'Hoang Kim! Truong Xuan! Please sign my shirt—right here on my bust!' She pretended to be shy while subtly pushing her well-endowed bust towards them, clearly aiming for a signature on her cleavage. Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan were already used to such awkward situations; they stifled a chuckle and lightly swept their pens a few times across the shirt. The girl took the pen back from her idol, her eyes gleaming with infatuation.
Meanwhile, others who had missed their chance to take a picture with the national crush looked on in regret, standing on tiptoe as they tried to catch a glimpse of him—still stranded outside, surrounded by a sea of fans, unable to even make it to the hotel entrance.
Some teammates bury their jealousy deep inside, while his close-knit circle of friends casually slung their arms around him, laughing and cracking jokes.
Among them was a guy with jagged bangs and a crew cut, a muscular build, big ears, a long face, and high cheekbones. Whenever his thin lips curled into a mischievous grin, the dark circles around his eyes lit up with playful glints.
- You've taken all the fame. Why should I stick with this thankless job? I'm quitting tomorrow and going back to the countryside to chase chickens for my wife!
Fangirls were already used to this kind of teammate-roasting banter. Since that legendary tournament year, each member wins a gold medal, and the athletes have become national heroes—not just in the sports world, but in the hearts of genuine fans across the country.
Fangirls worshipped the national idols, with none more divine than Hoang Kim, who shattered every existing record with his one-of-a-kind achievements.
The media hails Hoang Kim as a living saint, die-hard fans praise him as a national hero, and fangirls worship and adore him as their global crush, dreaming of becoming the chosen daughter-in-law of the prestigious Hoang family.
To his rivals, Hoang Kim was a god. To the media, a golden-egg-laying chicken. To the nation, the perfect son-in-law. The heat that warms the "hearts" of fangirls still doesn't burn as intensely as the heat ignited by another star athlete—one with short, spiky hair styled in an undercut, a square face, and bold sideburns running down to his chin, paired with a complexion so flawless it mocked the sun itself. Every girl dreamed of that sun-proof skin.
Jealous of skin that defies the weather, fangirls mesmerized by masculine beauty, enchanted by a radiant smile.
Every time he signs an autograph for a fan, his single eyelid vanishes with that heart-melting smile.
He can't rack up countless victories like his teammates, but he always crosses the finish line first in the hearts of fangirls whose ovaries were the quickest to drop.
For dreamy fanatics who imagined him running straight into their 'hearts,' athletic achievements were merely the dessert. The true main course—the one that sent boy-crazy fans into a frenzy—was his heart-melting smile, which outshone the sun at the center of the stadium.
His affectionate and tender gaze captivates hearts every second, igniting an unrelenting surge of "ovulatory emotions" 24/7.
He was Truong Xuan—not the fastest on the track team, but a legendary heartthrob, the most handsome and funniest of them all.
- You don't know, Tom 'Farm'? You're always running outside year-round—your wife's probably got someone else chasing the chickens for her by now! What a heartbreaking reality for the national track team captain!
Their captain, real name Tom Pham, wasn't just a top-tier athlete. He was also the biggest livestock and seafood tycoon in the western provinces. Because of his unique background, his teammates loved to mess with him—twisting his surname Pham into "Farm."
Tom winced, frowning in mock agony:
- That's harsh, bro. Don't you feel bad for me at all?
Truong Xuan smiled with his trademark eye-squint, voice full of cheeky bitterness:
- Stupid question, of course not!
The unstoppable pranksters erupt in hearty laughter. They were the most skilled athletes, and the thickness of their facial skin rivaled the countless glorious victories on the international stage. No one worried that the media would 'cook up' this joke into a foul-smelling hotpot.
The media goes crazy, 'jerking off,' writing, analyzing, and exaggerating, turning the joke an association of brothers with different surnames with different surnames into a sensational trending topic that was even hotter than Hoang Kim breaking records. The lavish feast still wasn't enough to satisfy the vultures. The omnivorous swarm, like a horde of zombies, scrambled to devour the scene of fangirls shrieking with laughter, each one swooning over the athletes—calling them funny, adorable, talented, and as handsome as movie stars.
Whenever they praised their appearance, the team's achievements and records were overshadowed by the shining light of the handsome Hoang Kim and the heartthrob Truong Xuan. With every step they took, fangirls screamed, calling out 'husband, husband,' as if they were choosing their prince at a global husband selection ceremony.
Camera flashes flickered wildly as the media scrambled to capture the moment when fangirls, like seductive spider-succubi, wove their webs tightly around the two top-tier prey. The beauty-obsessed crowd screamed Hoang Kim's name, calling out: 'Husband, I've been waiting for you since morning!' Meanwhile, they went wild over the 'world sports god' Truong Xuan's flawless side profile. The handsome athletes hadn't even smiled yet, but fangirls and the media had already reached the peak of their excitement simultaneously.
Truong Xuan glanced at a sea of pink banners, LED lights, and sparkling slogans flashing like fireworks, fluttering above a crowd of people.
Oppa!! Husband number one!! National idol!!
Oppa Truong Xuan—The fastest god running straight into our hearts!!
The female student's face was as red as a ripe gac fruit as she held up a sparkling LED sign that read, "Darling, come home with me." Her hands trembled as if she were about to faint. Truong Xuan smiled slightly, his classic expression making the hearts of his admirers dance to a standstill.
In that moment, his eyes and lips curve into a mischievous smile—snarky when aimed at his older teammate, yet irresistibly sweet when facing the fangirls. The girls in the ovulation kingdom instantly felt bombarded with emotions—their hearts racing faster than in a 100-meter sprint.
Their faces flush with excitement as they hold their phones, snapping pictures of each sweet smile and recording every gentle gaze, as if cherishing a hundred ovulations happening all at once.
Despite final exams looming, the female college students don't care at all. They weren't the least bit worried about slipping on banana peels from lack of study—what truly terrified them was missing the prey they'd been drooling over for ages.
The 'boy-hunting squad,' craving bananas, shows up in exaggerated makeup and their sexiest outfits, flaunting proud cleavage and sizzling curves. Together, they rolled out a banner even bigger than a traditional wedding sign.
"My mom gave birth to me just so I could admire this smile!!!"
"Oh my god, so cute I'm lost, Oppa woo woo~"
A high school fangirl trembled uncontrollably as she raised a photo of her idol smiling with his eyes nearly closed:
If you keep smiling, I'll really ovulate… please don't smile anymore.
I don't want high scores, I just want you to sign on my clothes… preferably the wedding dress!!!
In another corner of the bustling crowd, jostling for the best spots, fangirls cosplay as every adorable and eye-catching character imaginable, breaking barriers, clamoring to "have Truong Xuan's children," and vowing to remain single for life in devotion to Hoang Kim.
Each fan club wore custom red-and-yellow outfits that matched the national team uniforms, headbands emblazoned with slogans like "Truong Xuan Team – Ovulation Club" and "Addicted to Hoang Kim – Devotion Society" as they rushed forward together, screaming:
"Oppa's smiling at me!"
"No, he's smiling at me!"
Tom Pham shoves his hands in his pockets, glares down at his teammates from head to toe, and mutters just loud enough for the whole team to hear:
- The captain's just background scenery now. The spotlight's on these two brothers every time they make the world shake with laughter. Flashbulbs brighter than Lunar New Year. One grin, and the girls lose their minds. I kneel…
A scruffy, hippie-looking teammate roars with laughter:
- Fangirl remember every jersey number Xuan has ever worn better than their own parents' birthdays.
Tom scoffed:
- Who cares about performance? Speed doesn't matter. As long as he sprints into the fans' hearts, girls scream like idols just landed from the Land of Frost. I swear, if that smile could be cloned, hot guys would go extinct.
Everyone chuckles. Hoang Kim teases:
- And you still think you're the most handsome guy on the team?
- Well... I'm handsome in a real man's way, while you two are handsome in a hormone-stimulating kind of way!
A slender teammate about as tall as the captain clapped Tom on the shoulder:
- Face it, bro. These fangirls even know his shoe size by heart. Compared to him, you're shrimp.
Tom Pham shoots a sharp side-eye at the guy who mocks him, his expression dark and simmering—something along the lines of 'you better watch yourself:
- Normally, he's like a wilted radish, but one smile turns him into a thousand-year-old ginseng, radiating charm that sends fangirls into collective ovulation frenzy.
The whole team bursts into giggles, while the fangirls keep screaming with fiery devotion. To them, serving the Motherland meant worshiping the heroes in blazing red and yellow uniforms.
The vultures scatter and swoop in, surrounding their prey, incessantly pecking at it without any sign of boredom. A heavily made-up female host pointed the microphone at Tom Pham, her tone passionate and excited, like a bloodthirsty news hound:
"Captain, how do you feel when all the media attention and fangirl love goes to Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan?"
Tom doesn't need to think for more than 1.5 seconds. Hands in his pockets, he smirked and replied:
- I'm used to it. I'm the captain. They're national sweethearts. Smile—squint—BOOM straight to the girls' hearts. These two aren't athletes, they're estrogen-triggering biological weapons. Let's be real: medals are just the side dish. What the ladies really crave is that sugar-loaded smile—sweeter than boba tea with double toppings!
The reporter nodded as she jotted notes. A veteran cameraman couldn't help but exclaim:
"Absolutely spot on—no edits needed! I've filmed countless athletic events, but I've never seen fangirls go this nuts. It's like the biggest idol in the Land of Frost just landed!"
Tom lets out a heavy sigh and drops a soul-piercing line:
- I ran five world-class laps… and he just smiled once—and boom, fireworks in the sky. I may be the captain in name, but he's… a meteor from space. He didn't win the track, but he won the entire Kingdom of Ovulation.
The female reporter turns her head and sees Truong Xuan waving to the fans. The world exploded once more with deafening shrieks, as girls fought tooth and nail for the chance to call him husband. Some of the bolder ones even fantasized about dating both dreamboat at once. Chaos and feverish adoration were nothing new to her. Fans shouted their idol's name, their voices completely drowning out all other sounds—whether faint whispers or deafening noise. Flags fluttered in the air, colorful confetti exploded everywhere, and banners, phones, tablets, along with various high-tech devices, filled the entire view, completely covering the space.
Captain in Name: Tom
Captain in Victory: Hoang Kim
Captain of Hearts: Truong Xuan
Alliance: One smile cures monthly pain
Fan Club Name: 24/7 Ovulation Society
Still That Heart-Melting Smile™
A superstar with no medals—yet if he keeps smiling like that, the population of Prehistoric might just explode!
A fangirl wearing a headband that read "Oppa Truong Xuan—I'll give birth, no wedding needed" dashed forward with an LED board, screaming:
- Oppa! Don't run to the finish line, you must be tired! Run into my heart instead—it's burning for you!
Another girl with bubblegum-pink hair waved a glowing lightstick that said "Pregnant from Your Smile" and shrieked like she was on the verge of fainting:
- Oppaaaa! Don't run into the hotel—run into my WOMB instead!!
Before the security guards can react, a fangirl in a high school uniform leaps over the barricade like a pro athlete, forming a heart with her hands as she races toward Truong Xuan:
- Oppa! I don't need medals—I just want one smile a day… and a baby that looks like you!
The girl crashes into the security guard like a moth to a flame, tumbling to the ground. Trembling, she still managed to hold up her handwritten sign:
Your Smile = Electric Shock to My Heart ❤️
A fan cosplaying as a nurse held up a sign high:
Your smile sent my blood pressure skyrocketing—Doctor Xuan, please heal me with your magic hands and take responsibility!
And finally, a group of fangirls dressed as the Land of Frost cheerleaders raised glow batons and chanted in perfect unison:
- Truong Xuan! Truong Xuan! The most handsome! The most handsome in the universe!
Truong Xuan walks through a storm of camera flashes, suppressing his smile. Yet the moment his lips lift even 0.3 centimeters, the entire street explodes with fangirls' screams piercing the sound wave.
- He smiled again! OMG, he smiled again! His eyes are forming hearts again, sisters!!
A hotgirl livestreamer shrieks:
- SISTERS! HE LOOKED AT MEEEEE!!
One fan types furiously:
Girl, I saw him glance at me yesterday too.
He's got monolids, how do you know who he's looking at?? But whatever—I choose to believe he looked at me!!
Global media reported:
"First time in history: An athlete without any medal has made tens of thousands of fangirls sob as if they'd just lost their wedding night with an idol."
Starlit Sky News:
"Unprecedented. A prehistoric athlete without a medal causes widespread hysteria in Southern Sunlands, with fans wanting to have children instead of asking for autographs."
Dragon The East:
"Smile that launched a thousand ovulations."
Dispatch the Land of Frost:
"Is Truong Xuan the Kai of Prehistoric?"
Hot trend: #OppaPrehistoric #TruongXuanIsMyHusband hitting No.1 in searches.
EVENT STATS
12 fangirls fainted from being trampled while zooming in on his smile.
47 cases of voice loss from screaming "Run into me!!"
3 security guards dislocated their shoulders trying to block fence-jumping fans.
1 MC got shoved onto the street... for blocking fan view.
A girl sobbed holding his photo:
- My sister said that as long as he smiles once, girls will get pregnant. I need to take three pregnancy tests now!
A tabloid headline screams:
"No notable achievements. All spotlight comes from his looks. How long can this fleeting fame last?"
Top Comments:
SHUT UP! Being hot is a talent, okay??
Who needs medals when he already WON THE GOLD MEDAL OF MY HEART!!
He didn't win the race, but he conquered love race!!
Are you jealous because your parents didn't give birth to you with a smile like Mr. Xuan's? You dirty fame-seeking journalist causing wars!
Shield Truong Xuan's smile from jealous haters — he's the National Boyfriend sprinting straight from the track into my heart... and my bed.
The anti-fans are sitting there crying because he's so handsome that they can't even hate him. Meanwhile, everyone else is causing chaos in the chatbox:
Why is this guy allowed to be so hot, funny, and charming?!
See? I told you before, but you guys didn't believe me. Those antis — mouths full of insults, hands furiously typing sarcasm and mockery — I knew all along they were the biggest boy-crazy ones, the ones who secretly ogled our darling the most.
My mom scolds me, saying, 'You're a girl, you should focus on studying instead of flirting shamelessly, following idols everywhere all day!' She even tells me to take down Truong Xuan's poster. But I scream back, 'Mom, you don't understand true love!'
After exposing mom, the fangirl immediately posted a picture of Truong Xuan in jeans and a tank top, showing off his ripped six-pack and an international-level physique. His arms, adorned with mysterious tattoos, added to his elegant and charismatic aura. No one in the group could stay calm anymore—comments exploded, and screams filled the chat:
We just exposed my mom, now it's time to expose Truong Xuan!
Oh my goodness, Mom! This level of boldness has surpassed the red alert threshold!
Who needs fireworks when the fangirls are out here launching long-range missiles on their own?
Oppa Truong Xuan... stop undressing, it's exhausting... run into my arms... I'll undress you in one second.
I don't need to study anymore, I just need Truong Xuan!
This six-pack is the ultimate truth, and these tattooed arms are destiny!
Major websites and news outlets, seizing the heat, almost simultaneously start live broadcasts. The cameras zoomed in on an elderly woman across the street, trembling as she waited for the traffic light to change.
Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan cut through the crowd, rushing toward the elderly woman. Like a scene from a slow-motion movie, every step seemed to invade the hearts of thousands of devoted fangirls.
Hoang Kim moves faster than Truong Xuan, while Truong Xuan is a step slower than his brother. Two young, beautiful female fans blocked his way, wobbling and falling in front of him. Instinctively, Truong Xuan reached out with his left hand to support the petite, gentle high school girl, while his right hand gently wrapped around the waist of the curvy, seductive, and graceful college girl. Their fiery bodies radiated scorching heat in his embrace. A brief moment of silence, then an explosive burst of extreme excitement… witnessing… the romantic hero rescuing the damsel in distress. Truong Xuan softly asked:
"Are you both okay?"
His deep and warm voice, combined with his soul-piercing gaze, immediately captivated the fans' hearts. The high school girl's cheeks turned red, shyly avoiding his gaze, while the college girl gazed at him with longing, her eyes like water. Truong Xuan senses that both of them are floating on cloud nine. He was sure that if he didn't end this situation soon, these two girls would remain lost in their racing hearts... causing... to a frenzy—jealous fans screaming nonstop, filming, snapping pictures, capturing every moment that was even more romantic than a drama scene.
So, he cleverly and gently releases his hold. He smiles gently and says:
- Next time, be careful. If you two get hurt, I'd feel guilty and lose sleep over it!
This line, imbued with the charm of a male lead straight out of a romance novel, was like igniting a bomb ready to explode with fanatic energy. Reporters, bodyguards, and passersby covered their ears, yet the deafening screams still left them dazed as the crowd went wild over the sweet idol.
Truong Xuan squinted as he observed the schoolgirl Tuyet Le. She seemed like she wanted to say something but hesitated, shy under the envious stares of the crowd, who scrutinized her every move. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding their gaze. Truong Xuan discreetly glanced at the silver bracelet on her slender wrist.
The handsome man has always been measured and careful with his words and actions, never displaying any behavior that could be misinterpreted as affection toward his fans. Now, he remains as calm as ever.
The handsome guy's gaze swept over the beautiful and shrewd female university student, who without hesitation gave him a smile, her posture coy and demure, like a young girl just coming of age. Truong Xuan presses his lips together slightly, realizing that she is feigning embarrassment to hide the fact that she knows he is not unfamiliar with the schoolgirl.
The schoolgirl froze for a moment, sensing that he had just barely suppressed a smile. Her intuition told her that the university student—her tutor—was familiar with Truong Xuan. Naturally, the two of them had to pretend not to know each other to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
But…
The schoolgirl felt a strange sensation. She couldn't explain why she felt this way about two people she knew well and was close to... yet she had always firmly believed that these two didn't know each other at all. Now, the people she cherishes and trusts are playing the role of enthusiastic fans, interacting with the idol to cover up their secrets in front of the media.
Her chaotic, yet bewildered thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the deafening cheers. Around the schoolgirl, the enthusiastic fans remained completely oblivious to the strange behavior and unusual expressions of the three, still going wild over the idol's mesmerizing smile.
- Please, Oppa Truong Xuan, bless me so I can get into college, improve my skin, get a nice body, and find a husband just like you!
- Praying to meet a prince-like oppa who smiles while catching me—just like a real-life hero saving a fangirl from falling!
- Please, Truong Xuan, give me your sunny smile to light up my heart, so I can finally say goodbye to sunscreen!
- I want to have the strength of Stormbringer of Spring himself—Truong Xuan, so I can chase idols without studying and always get the answers right!
- My husband helped an old lady cross the road—proud to the max!
- Oh my God, my idol deserves our worship!
- Truong Xuan oppa, I'm willing to stay single my whole life waiting for you.
- Even if you get married, I'll still wait for you forever.
- Like brother, like brother. The younger brother steadies the fans, the older brother helps the elderly—both brothers are the legendary 'perfect children' everyone wishes for.
This last line successfully drew everyone's attention to Hoàng Kim. The fangirls' screams shatter the sky once again, and the scene erupts in excitement once more.
Truong Xuan sighed in relief, grateful that Lady Luck was on his side—everything was going smoothly. A gentle smile played at the corner of his lips as he watched his brother carefully help the elderly lady up. Hoang Kim spoke softly:
- Grandma, let me help you cross the street.
The old lady squints her eyes, shielding herself from the flashing lights:
- You're the handsome guy from TV, right? What's your name? It's Truong Xuan, isn't it?
Hoang Kim smiled gently, and fans compared that smile to a "lethal weapon"—its danger level no less than a weapon of mass destruction named Truong Xuan.
- No, I'm Hoang Kim. The one with his eyes squinting into slits is my younger brother.
The elderly lady slapped her forehead:
- Oh right! Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, Huy Hung, and Sam?
Hoang Kim asks in surprise:
- Grandma, you know all three of my younger brothers too?
The old lady sighed:
- My granddaughters daydream every day about becoming their idol's mother's daughter-in-law. Every time you and your brothers appear on TV, they scream like crazy. I swear, I remember your names better than I remember my own descendants'.
The crowd around them bursts into laughter when they hear the grandma asking for autographs on behalf of her granddaughters. Not only did Hoang Kim happily oblige, he also took a photo with the old lady and posted it on his social media. The picture immediately set off a media storm—shares, likes, hearts, angry reacts, and comments poured into his profile like a tidal wave.
The grandma asked:
- And where are the other three?
Hoang Kim helps the elderly lady up the curbside step.
- Huy Hung and Sam couldn't make it due to personal matters. Truong Xuan's over there.
The old lady nodded and teased:
- Oh thank goodness. If those two had shown up too, the streets would've gone into full chaos.
Hoang Kim couldn't help but laugh at her jab:
- Handsome, kind, talented, and virtuous—your brothers attract a lot of women, kid! If I were younger, I'd be ovulating over you all too.
The crowd roared with laughter. The girls lifted their chins proudly, as if to say, "See? Even the elderly adore our male god—let alone young maidens in their prime."
Fangirls proudly declared that they admired heroes who possessed not just looks and talent, but also moral integrity. Countless girls were moved to tears, knowing they were idolizing someone truly worthy of respect.
Thousands of beautiful mouths opened at full volume to scream:
- You helped Grandma cross the street—now help me weather the storms of life!
- Not only can he run fast, he can help Grandma faster than a superhero!
- How talented and kind-hearted must one be to deserve the title of national hero!
Social media erupted. Female reporters and a flock of vultures swooped in like a storm, pecking at the old lady in a ruthless frenzy—showing no mercy to youth, no compassion for the elderly, and even draining the milk from pregnant and nursing women.
"Oh my, Grandma! Hello there."
The old lady frowned. "Whose child is this, so polite?" she asked. The reporters beamed, rushing in to interview her:
"Granny, what do you think of Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan?"
"Are you thinking of picking a grandson-in-law?"
"Who would you prefer for your grandson-in-law? The dreamboat Hoang Kim or the heartthrob Truong Xuan?"
Hoang Kim suppressed a smile as he listened to the old lady respond in her effortlessly chill style:
- A grandson-in-law? If one of them is as handsome as my husband was when he was young—or if both of them could be my grandsons-in-law—that'd be interesting!
The flock of parasitic vultures, feeding off other people's lives, instantly grabs the chance to extend their shameless fame-mooching act without missing a beat.
"Oh? Was your husband a heartthrob too when he was young?"
"Can you tell us what he used to do? How did you two meet and fall in love?"
The female reporter deliberately raised the volume of her microphone.
"Dear viewers, today Hoang Kim personally helped this lovely grandmother across the street like his own kin. We're about to hear a deeply touching story that will move every heart listening."
Truong Xuan, Hoang Kim, and the whole team chuckled as the cunning woman cornered the elderly lady into a 'heart-to-heart' situation.
A few rude men smirk with disdain, scoffing at those who dodge studies in their youth, grow up, and become journalists. The old lady shot Hoang Kim a smile, then glanced meaningfully at Truong Xuan.
- Hehe, are you guys waiting for me to say something like this: 'Oh my, my husband was even more handsome than your generation when he was young. In the village, he pursued girls, and all of them were infatuated with him. Even girls from other villages came wanting to ovulate, giving birth before marriage, or even directly without marriage—it was fine. They were crazy about him!' If I really said that, you'd definitely shout like mad: 'So ovulation is actually a traditional inheritance from our ancestors, everyone!
The reporters burst into laughter on the spot, while the fangirls laugh so hard they can barely breathe. The entire track and field team gave thumbs up, enthusiastically cheering for this trendy old lady.
The old lady delivered another blow:
- See? When I say something, I'm never wrong! What I say is as true as a divine prophecy! You little brats—still smelling like milk, not even grown yet—do eggs think they're smarter than ducks? I birthed this whole damn game! Your parents? I gave birth to them too! When I was ovulating for my man, you weren't even lining up to reincarnate yet! Your parents were still just eggs inside my ovaries!
Everywhere shakes with roaring laughter, utterly captivated by her demeanor—though she is old, her spirit remains youthful, forever at the peak of her first springtime, ovulating for handsome men. The crowd erupted into applause, crowning the old lady as 'The First Ovulation Master in History.' The fangirls shrieked with laughter, scrambling to shout:
- You are so cute, grandma.
- Ugh, why couldn't you be my real grandma?!
- Grandma, will you be my god-granny? Pretty please!
- If I can't marry my idol, then I'll definitely become your granddaughter-in-law instead!
- You're the original ovulation queen, grandma! You're just way too adorable!
The granny instantly snapped back:
- Screw you and your ancestors down to the eighteenth generation! Treating me like some kind of damn comedy skit? You hormone-crazed little harlots, have you no shame?!
The crowd laughs even harder, a tidal wave of laughter crashing through the air. But the old lady knew when to call it quits—too many words and she'd risk becoming a public joke. A wise woman like her wouldn't waste the track team's time. Gripping her cane tightly, she raises a hand to cover her mouth and gives a dainty cough:
– Tsk. Standing too long makes my legs sore. Help Granny finish the last stretch, will you, boy?
Hoang Kim silently thanks her and gently supports her with the utmost care, every move filled with heartfelt respect. And then comes the legendary shot: the moment he holds the old lady's arm, caught perfectly in profile, his radiant smile lit up by a burst of camera flash. The photo spread at light speed.
Top headline of the day:
Helping Grandma Cross the Street: National Hero Wins More Hearts, Steals the Spotlight Back from the Narrow-Eyed.
Saved a fangirl from falling—this time, the romantic rogue of the track team refused to be outshone and snatched the spotlight from his beloved older brother. kkk
That same day, the perfect finale comes from a hater who instantly switches sides:
I hated the two brothers for being too handsome. But after the younger one cleverly saved the beauty and the older one enthusiastically helped the elderly lady cross the street, I hated myself even more—for not loving them sooner.
Having completed the mission of helping the old lady, Hoang Kim eagerly enters the hotel with his teammates. Ahead of them were the girls who had once been rumored to be Truong Xuan's exes—though in truth, those were just ridiculous internet rumors, or more likely, fake stories these girls shamelessly spread themselves to leech off the national heartthrob's fame. There were also the media queens, the gossip-thirsty showbiz crowd, and the gorgeous livestreaming actresses. All of them stepped aside to clear a path for Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan—the squinty-eyed oppa national idol whose mere presence kept fangirls' ovaries vibrating 24/7.
As the whole team stepped into the grand hall, the atmosphere erupted. The show's MC made a booming announcement:
- Welcome home to our national athletics team, returning with the pride of the nation!
The actresses gushed in admiration. The lineup of pop stars and livestream beauties seized the moment, eagerly pointing their phones at the track and field team:
- Hey guys, I'm heading in to hunt the nation's husband today—straight into the eye of the storm. Wish me luck!"
"Oh my god, did you see that? Truong Xuan just looked at me!
Truong Xuan's gaze sweeps lightly across, and a chorus of livestreams erupts simultaneously:
- HE LOOKED AT ME!!!
In a secluded corner of the hotel, actresses who had once been rumored to date Truong Xuan were beaming, basking in the media's help to shamelessly ride his fame. Their makeup was a whole galaxy beyond their real looks, and their dresses had plunging necklines deeper than anything they'd ever dared wear before—some looked like they were cut all the way to the navel.
Girls with nothing but long legs blurted out in confusion:
- Wait… I thought this was a magazine cover shoot? What's he doing here too?
- I thought I was the spotlight... turned out I was just a nightlight.
A top 10 supermodel whispered bitterly:
- I remember how I deliberately hyped up my ex-boyfriend as Truong Xuan oppa. But now, with girls swarming around him so tightly, getting a photo with him is even harder than actually becoming his girlfriend!
She smacked her lips in regret, tiptoeing as she glanced at the queen of tabloid gossip—renowned for her skill in twisting scandals—with her glossy crimson lipstick gleaming and a microphone in hand.
- Just one minute, Truong Xuan! Let's talk about last year's rumor. Are you still keeping that birthday gift from a certain someone? And how do you respond to the haters who say you're only famous for your looks, and have zero actual talent?
Truong Xuan gave a slight smile. Cameras went berserk. Flashes lit up the room, capturing the tabloid queen's stunned expression—mouth agape, staring blankly into those mesmerizing squinty eyes. Her hand trembled, and before she realized it, the microphone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. This month's magazine headline changed:
New Perspective: When Good Looks Become a Weapon of Mass Destruction
The 'Fastest Ovary-Stimulating Athlete' trophy is about to sell out.
The jealous haters and anti-fan groups still shared photos of Truong Xuan smiling every single day.
Variety shows beg the national heartthrob to appear, just to have him sit there and smile. Too bad our pretty boy said no.
This smiley-eyed boy is the only man whose fans need protection… from him. kkk
Earlier, when Truong Xuan was still outside the hotel, fans surged like ocean waves—waving banners, screaming, and even livestreaming themselves crying… all because he smiled. A radiant smile—not blinding, but heart-melting, breathtaking, and utterly lethal.
Legislation should urgently be enacted to ban smiling more than three times a minute—to prevent internet meltdowns and mass hormonal overloads among young people.
Traffic laws should prohibit Truong Xuan from smiling—every time he flashes that grin, it might cause actual car accidents.
The girls screamed like they were on fire:
- One smile from him and all the scandals disappear, sis!
- He hasn't even said a word but my heart's already pounding!
- The nation's husband is here—my heart rate just spiked!
- That's my man! Step aside, girls, I'm going to greet my husband!
An anti-fan group called 'That sleazy, fake, fox-eyed bastard,' yet pinned at the top of the group is a photo of Truong Xuan smiling at a flawless 45-degree angle.
Latest group announcement:
I joined this group to hate him… so why do I keep saving his pics?
Anonymous comment:
Maybe we've been brainwashed by his smile…
LOL… Who can resist the charm of the smiling-eyed heartthrob?
LOL… His smile alone could cause nationwide ovary outages...
LOL… That smile should come with a public health warning.
LOL… One smirk and even traffic lights forget to turn red.
Even the awards show organizers were at a loss:
- The ceremony hasn't even officially started, and the crowd's already handed him the title of 'Most Likely to Cause Hormonal Chaos in Women.
The team captain muttered under his breath:
- Are we here to celebrate the team… or to crown a national idol?
The curly-haired guy patted the captain's shoulder:
- One more smile from him, and even our leading man Hoang Kim becomes a side character.
Always teasing each other, when the time came for the honor ceremony, the entire team carefully adjusted their uniforms and sat down at the banquet table.
JK, the Head of the Ceremony Organizing Committee, along with celebrities and influential figures, warmly congratulated each athlete. Hoang Kim was the last to receive their praises. He could barely remember how many compliments he received.
The once-glorious divas and the actresses who skyrocketed to fame from minor roles ten years ago—now, they all flock like flies drawn to honey. Desperate to cling to Hoang Kim and his fox-eyed younger brother, they scrambled for just a sliver of the two idols' lingering glow.
Some pretended to trip and fall, nearly landing in Hoang Kim's arms. Others, long past their prime, had been reduced to scraping by as MCs, clawing back every cent to make up for their reckless glory days—when money was tossed around like confetti in a storm. Silently, they hustle day by day, hoarding fame and fortune, dreaming of reviving their golden era… and of becoming the life partner of Eternal Spring.
They shove microphones straight into Truong Xuan's face, praying for even a single second of screen time—just enough to bait every kind of media outlet, from tabloids to broadsheets, from print to digital, from street gossip rags to posh office journals.
Their names once again stir up a storm in the virtual world. Yet, better to shine brilliantly for a fleeting moment and burn out than to flicker dimly for a century. After all, the dream-chasing moths never abandon their illusions. Fate does not forsake those with perseverance—as long as they cling on relentlessly, like starving leeches, the bloodsuckers will surpass the Dragon Gate, and the nocturnal butterflies will transform into phoenixes.
Others subtly adjusted their skirts and collars, striking their best poses whenever the cameras turned to the two male idols, capturing their interactions, photos, and autograph sessions with guests.
A pragmatic woman, having accepted the cruel reality that there are no longer any chances left for her, can only sigh in regret—her gaze locked onto the nation's two bananas, yearning for that lethal smile to knock on the door of her heart.
"If only my parents hadn't had me so early! If Dad and Mom had delayed their sexual pleasure for just ten more years, their daughter would've had the chance… to marry the nation's husband!"
Meanwhile, several showbiz beauties flirted openly, throwing seductive glances without shame:
- I've only ever seen you on screen before, but today I realize that TV only captures one of your handsome angles!
One woman, wearing a red dress that couldn't be shorter, swayed coyly, her round, plump thigh on full display. She smiled as she spoke:
- I've heard that being a sportsman's girlfriend isn't easy because of the long-distance love. But for me, waiting is happiness!
The girls playfully fed Hoang Kim a bunch of spring rolls, hoping he'd take the bait. The main character of the honor ceremony joked with his teammates.
- My Athletics girlfriend is beautiful but not jealous. How lucky—I don't have to spend all night trying to calm her down!
The audience laughed in the hall. The cheeky girls laughed and said to their prey. JK waited for the laughter to subside before shaking hands with Hoang Kim:
- It's going to be fun tonight, enjoy slowly, national hero!
JK says a few hidden words and then goes on stage, which is filled with flower lights. The person in charge adjusted the microphone on his ear, and he began by honoring the athletes:
- Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, athletes. I am JK, the head of the honor ceremony organizers, and on behalf of the people of the country, I would like to express my congratulations and sincere gratitude to the heroes who brought glory to our country. They fought with tenacity, sweat, and blood. Thank you! We admire and are proud of our athletes!
Everyone applauded JK. The responsible person smiles and invites each athlete:
- Yes, athletes, please share your thoughts with the audience across the country!
The athletes take turns speaking. After a few, it is Hoang Kim's turn. He greeted the audience and took the microphone from JK's hand:
- First of all, I would like to greet everyone here and those watching on television. I am Hoang Kim, a national track and field athlete. We are honored to be part of this ceremony, and we sincerely thank you for your love for track and field and for sports in general in our country. Your encouragement, inspiration, and support are the greatest motivation for all athletes to strive for excellence and bring glory to the nation!
Hoang Kim proudly turned to his teammates:
- Without my teammates standing shoulder to shoulder with me, and without the love of the fans, neither I nor anyone else could have won. This is an achievement we all share!
Applause resonates throughout the hall. Hoang Kim bowed to the TV cameras, expressing his gratitude to viewers across the country. He then stepped aside and gave the stage back to JK. The person in charge smiled and announced:
- We've prepared a small party to commemorate this victory. The celebration officially begins. Enjoy, everyone!
The hotel staff turns off all the lights, replacing them with rows of lanterns that light up the ceiling of the lobby. A team of musicians began playing the national anthem. Everyone, including the athletes, placed their hands over their hearts and sang along with the music.
After the opening ceremony concluded, the instrumentalists began playing a soft, classical tune. The guests stood up to dance, and most of the beauties eagerly chose athletes as their partners. Unsurprisingly, Hoang Kim receives the most invitations. He smiled politely and declined:
- Sorry, to be honest... I don't really know how to dance!
The showbiz girls tried to salvage their hopes with the line:
- I will teach you!
Truong Xuan catches sight of Hoang Kim's subtle refusal. His older brother was always wary of getting entangled with the parasitic showbiz crowd—scandals would swarm him even more fiercely than obsessive fangirls. Who knew what tricks those women might pull while dancing? Not to mention the vultures constantly circling, waiting to feast... like dogs eyeing a bone. He deliberately raised his voice and said:
- Ah, so many beauties inviting to dance—it's hard to choose! Picking one would surely disappoint the others. The problem is, my brother is a god on the racetrack, but when it comes to the stage, he's all clumsy hands and awkward feet. He's been grinding nonstop, training his muscles, endurance, and speed—practically full-time, 24/7—like a wandering martial artist in seclusion, perfecting his techniques. He barely has time for anything else.
The entire track team chuckles as the fox-eyed guy, a smooth talker with a silver tongue, spins his words as smoothly as melted caramel, effortlessly luring in showbiz girls and reporters. They gathered around, hanging on his every word, mesmerized more than by any seasoned orator. The charmer with words clicked his tongue and sighed:
- We just went through a grueling tournament, and our stamina hasn't fully recovered. After flying around with layovers in multiple countries for dozens of hours, we finally returned home—completely exhausted. Instead of dancing in such a drained and unenthusiastic state, it'd be more fun to chat and play sports trivia games with us!
Hoang Kim secretly smiled at his younger brother's quick wit. Truong Xuan knew for sure that the girls would stop at nothing; once they failed to hunt down a man, they would never give up.
If Hoang Kim and his team continued to let these parasitic freeloaders, from their 'lower mouths' to feed their upper mouth, keep causing trouble, it would be a nightmare.
Worse still, if they are completely rejected, the entire track team might become prime raw material for the reporters in the tent, who could freely add flavor to the story and cook up a foul-smelling hotpot.
Accepting a dance invitation is more dangerous than anything else. A slight misstep, and you'll fall right into the traps set by these spider demons; a careless moment and you might fall victim to their love spells or drugs, dragged into Spider's Den.
The next day, global social media will be flooded with posts—images of Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, or any of the brothers lying naked on the bed, the sheets soaked, and the white mattress stained with fake virgin blood.
Meanwhile, the flashy sluts from the entertainment industry will be sitting in the corner, covering their faces, crying and sobbing, saying, "He took my purity!" From that point on, the lives of these national heroes will officially be over, falling straight into an endless abyss.
If a national hero's reputation ever falls into that filthy "lower-mouth abyss," it would bring shame upon eighteen generations of male gods.
Truong Xuan immediately made a move to attract attention, and sure enough, half of the girls surrounding Hoang Kim, along with most of the reporters, media, and TV stations, shifted their focus and swarmed around Truong Xuan. The remaining girls stop asking Hoang Kim to dance but still aren't ready to give up on the most tempting prey.
JK signals the waitress to come and rescue Hoang Kim. Obeying her master's order, she carried a tray with an open bottle of wine, walked past Hoang Kim, and pretended to drop it—spilling wine all over him.
- What are you doing?
- Apologize to him, quickly!
The waitress, flustered, pulled out a towel and started wiping the wine off Hoang Kim.
- Sorry! I'll take care of your laundry and compensate you with a new outfit!
Hoang Kim waved his hand, signaling her not to worry, then exited the hall. The showbiz girls, frustrated at losing their prey, frowned as they watched his silhouette disappear down the hallway.
Hoang Kim steps into the bathroom to clean the wine stain off the national flag on his sports uniform. He didn't notice the smoke drifting in from under the door. After inhaling it, he suddenly felt dizzy—but quickly returned to normal. When he stepped out, he saw Anh Dao waiting with a man. She bowed her head and said:
- Sir, this man's daughter is one of your fans. She's battling terminal cancer… and her greatest wish is to meet her idol.
The man wiped away his tears and let out a heavy sigh:
- Honestly… I didn't want to trouble you. But my daughter—she's in so much pain, and growing more desperate each day. I rented a lounge here this afternoon. Please… would you meet her?
He handed his phone to Hoang Kim. On the screen was a video of a father silently weeping by his daughter's hospital bed. JK had once helped arrange a similar meeting between Hoang Kim and a terminally ill fan. Remembering that moment, Hoang Kim nodded and agreed to fulfill the little girl's wish. But there were too many people crowding around the hotel entrance. Hoang Kim frowning in concern—until Anh Dao spoke up:
- The hotel basement has a passage leading into the city. I will call someone to prepare the car.
She handed him the suit and a face mask. Hoang Kim stepped into the bathroom to change, put on the mask, and followed the two down to the basement. The blonde girl gestured toward the black car parked near the elevator, and everyone quickly got into the car.
Hoang Kim calls his teammates and his mother, asking them to mislead the media and cover up his secret departure. Anh Dao glances at him through the rearview mirror but keeps driving out of the tunnel.