Chapter 2
Honor ceremony
At 8 PM on October 31, journalists, media agencies, and thousands of fans gather at the national airport to welcome home the triumphant athletes. Though officially a welcoming event for the entire team, in reality, the overwhelming enthusiasm is directed at just a few—namely, the ever-charming Truong Xuan and the national hero, Hoang Kim. Every overlooked team member sparks 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 corners of some people's eyes twitched with disdain as they looked at Hoang Kim's friendly smile:
- 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 refuse to release their grip on Hoang Kim. 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 nation's people.
First-time foreign visitors, 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 gracefully swirl across the wooden doors. The once jet-black timber has faded over time, mottled with grayish-white stains that lend a melancholic hue to the solemn space.
Looming with a gloomy appearance, in some places, a faint scent of damp green moss creeps along 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 have huddled in the shadows. Their impoverished owners have 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 have seemed ready to fall off their hinges. This wretched appearance has been 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 is one of the largest hotels on the planet, meeting and exceeding all strict international standards. The hotel has 30 floors, each with its own unique standard—the lower floors offer affordable rooms, while the upper floors ascend in luxury, corresponding to social status.
The facilities in the rooms on each floor are clearly differentiated—the higher the floor, the more modern and expensive the amenities. Most of the guests are affluent individuals, powerful figures, nobles, and entertainment stars. Dressed in globally renowned brands, they have gathered in the lobby, eagerly awaiting Hoang Kim.
Outside the hotel, three large groups of frantic girls have gathered:
The first group consists of female students from the country of Prehistoric, each holding a piece of paper and a pen tightly in her hands.
The second group is 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 wear bold and revealing outfits, eager to steal their heartthrobs' hearts.
The third group consists of foreign beauties with blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, dressed in revealing clothes, showing off everything they could. Each one clutches her phone tightly, as if it is her lifeline.
Despite their different skin colors and languages, they all share a common goal—to secure a good spot and get closer to the national male idol. The scene is 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 have been on high alert for a long time, fully armed. They carry cameras, hold microphones, and wear recording equipment on their shoulders, with tripods, flashlights, and flying cameras (flycams) all in action. It is as if they aren't there to conduct interviews, but to launch a media warfare. Each person's gaze is like a thermal sensor, locked on their targets, ready to "fire" at any moment—of course, "fire" here refers to frantically pressing the shutter button and recording footage.
Surrounding them is a team of bodyguards, closely monitoring the situation. In the center of the crowd, the organizers of the honorary ceremony have installed two rows of luminous stone lights earlier in the afternoon, with blue light gleaming across the red carpet that stretches from the hall all the way to the main road.
After having lurked for hours and having waited impatiently, the target finally appears as a double-decker bus comes into view from the distance. The crowd erupts in excitement, louder than if they win the lottery. Fangirls, as usual, shout love confessions, while the media pan their video cameras and snap photos continuously. Even before the bus arrives, flashes from camera lights already fill the street.
The bus slows and stops in front of the hotel. As soon as the doors open, a sea of people immediately surges forward. Ear-piercing screams erupt like a tsunami, drowning out the loudspeakers and completely overpowering the voices of reporters congratulating the national team athletes on their outstanding achievements.
Fangirls push forward, raising their phones, banners, and LED boards—some even bring 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, hang 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 are already in a frenzy, waving meme signs as they cheer 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 can't reach the athlete delegation. Fangirls lose their minds—screaming, shoving, and surrounding the bus while shouting their idols' names. They hold up banners and fire 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 step off the bus as TV reporters rush to congratulate the national athletes on their outstanding achievements. Camera lenses and video cameras whip around frantically, firing like machine guns. The entire area erupts into fangirl shrieks and thunderous cheers, as if heaven itself is roaring.
Women—the wives of the world—shout each athlete's name as if calling their husbands home for dinner. They hold 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 swing around to capture the most delicious prey. Hoang Kim smiles, graciously responding to the 'warm affection' coming from all directions. He pauses 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 says, 'Hoang Kim! Truong Xuan! Please sign my shirt—right here on my bust!' She pretends 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 are already used to such awkward situations; they stifle a chuckle and lightly sweep their pens a few times across the shirt. The girl takes the pen back from her idol, her eyes gleaming with infatuation.
Meanwhile, others who have missed their chance to take a picture with the national crush look on in regret, standing on tiptoe as they try 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 sling their arms around him, laughing and cracking jokes.
Among them is a guy with jagged bangs and a crew cut, a muscular build, big ears, a long face, and high cheekbones. Whenever his thin lips curl into a mischievous grin, the dark circles around his eyes light 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 are already used to this kind of teammate-roasting banter. Since that legendary tournament year, each member has won 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 worship the national idols, with none more divine than Hoang Kim, who has shattered every existing record with his one-of-a-kind achievements.
The media has hailed Hoang Kim as a living saint, die-hard fans have praised him as a national hero, and fangirls have worshipped and adored him as their global crush, dreaming of becoming the chosen daughter-in-law of the prestigious Hoang family.
To his rivals, Hoang Kim has been 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 mocks the sun itself. Every girl dreams 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 are the quickest to drop.
For dreamy fanatics who imagine him running straight into their 'hearts,' athletic achievements are merely the dessert. The true main course—the one that sends boy-crazy fans into a frenzy—is his smile, which melts fangirls' hearts and outshines 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 is 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, hasn't been just a top-tier athlete. He has also been the biggest livestock and seafood tycoon in the western provinces. Because of his unique background, his teammates love to mess with him—twisting his surname Pham into "Farm."
Tom winces, frowning in mock agony:
- That's harsh, bro. Don't you feel bad for me at all?
Truong Xuan smiles with his trademark eye-squint, voice full of cheeky bitterness:
- Stupid question, of course not!
The unstoppable pranksters erupt in hearty laughter. They are the most skilled athletes, and the thickness of their facial skin rivals the countless glorious victories on the international stage. No one worries that the media will '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—into a sensational trending topic that is even hotter than Hoang Kim breaking records. The lavish feast still isn't enough to satisfy the vultures. The omnivorous swarm, like a horde of zombies, scrambles 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 fangirls praise the handsome guys' appearance, the team's achievements and records are overshadowed by the shining light of the handsome Hoang Kim and the heartthrob Truong Xuan. With every step they take, fangirls scream, calling out 'husband, husband,' as if they are choosing their prince at a global husband selection ceremony.
Camera flashes flicker wildly as the media scrambles to capture the moment when fangirls, like seductive spider-succubi, weave their webs tightly around the two top-tier prey. The beauty-obsessed crowd screams Hoang Kim's name, calling out: 'Husband, I've been waiting for you since morning!' Meanwhile, they go wild over the 'world sports god' Truong Xuan's flawless side profile. The handsome athletes haven't even smiled yet, but fangirls and the media have already reached the peak of their excitement simultaneously.
Truong Xuan glances 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 is as red as a ripe gac fruit as she holds up a sparkling LED sign that reads, "Darling, come home with me." Her hands tremble as if she is about to faint. Truong Xuan smiles 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 feel bombarded with emotions—their hearts race 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 aren't the least bit worried about slipping on banana peels from lack of study—what truly terrifies them is 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 roll 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 trembles uncontrollably as she raises 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 wears custom red-and-yellow outfits that match the national team uniforms, headbands emblazoned with slogans like "Truong Xuan Team – Ovulation Club" and "Addicted to Hoang Kim – Devotion Society" as they rush 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:
- Fangirls remember every jersey number Xuan has ever worn better than their own parents' birthdays.
Tom scoffs:
- 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 claps 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 means 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 points 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 smirks and replies:
- 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 nods as she jots notes. A veteran cameraman can'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 run five world-class laps… and he just smiles once—and boom, fireworks in the sky. I may be the captain in name, but he's… a meteor from space. He doesn't win the track, but he wins the entire Kingdom of Ovulation.
The female reporter turns her head and sees Truong Xuan waving to the fans. The world explodes once more with deafening shrieks, as girls fight tooth and nail for the chance to call him husband. Some of the bolder ones even fantasize about dating both dreamboat at once. Chaos and feverish adoration are nothing new to her. Fans shout their idol's name, their voices completely drowning out all other sounds—whether faint whispers or deafening noise. Flags flutter in the air, colorful confetti explodes everywhere, and banners, phones, tablets, along with various high-tech devices, fill 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 reads "Oppa Truong Xuan—I'll give birth, no wedding needed" dashes 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 waves a glowing lightstick that says "Pregnant from Your Smile" and shrieks like she is 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 manages to hold up her handwritten sign:
Your Smile = Electric Shock to My Heart ❤️
A fan cosplaying as a nurse holds 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 raise glow batons and chant 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 smiles again! OMG, he smiles again! His eyes are forming hearts again, sisters!!
A hotgirl livestreamer shrieks:
- SISTERS! HE LOOKS AT MEEEEE!!
One fan types furiously:
Girl, I see 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 looks at me!!
Global media reports:
"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 hits No.1 in searches.
EVENT STATS
12 fangirls faint from being trampled while zooming in on his smile.
47 cases of voice loss from screaming "Run into me!!"
3 security guards dislocate their shoulders trying to block fence-jumping fans.
1 MC gets shoved onto the street... for blocking fan view.
A girl sobs holding his photo:
- My sister says 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 WINS THE GOLD MEDAL OF MY HEART!!
He doesn't win the race, but he conquers 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 tell you before, but you guys don't believe me. Those antis — mouths full of insults, hands furiously typing sarcasm and mockery — I know all along they are the biggest boy-crazy ones, the ones who secretly ogle 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 posts 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, add to his elegant and charismatic aura. No one in the group can stay calm anymore—comments explode, and screams fill 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 zoom in on an elderly woman across the street, trembling as she waits 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 seems 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 block his way, wobbling and falling in front of him. Instinctively, Truong Xuan reaches out with his left hand to support the petite, gentle high school girl, while his right hand gently wraps around the waist of the curvy, seductive, and graceful college girl. Their fiery bodies radiate 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 asks:
- Are you both okay?
His deep and warm voice, combined with his soul-piercing gaze, immediately captivates the fans' hearts. The high school girl's cheeks turn red, shyly avoiding his gaze, while the college girl gazes at him with longing, her eyes like water. Truong Xuan senses that both of them are floating on cloud nine. He is sure that if he doesn't end this situation soon, these two girls will remain lost in their racing hearts... leading to a frenzy—jealous fans screaming nonstop, filming, snapping pictures, capturing every moment that is 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, is like igniting a bomb ready to explode with fanatic energy. Reporters, bodyguards, and passersby cover their ears, yet the deafening screams still leave them dazed as the crowd goes wild over the sweet idol.
Truong Xuan squints as he observes the schoolgirl Tuyet Le. She seems like she wants to say something but hesitates, shy under the envious stares of the crowd, who scrutinize her every move. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding their gaze. Truong Xuan discreetly glances at the silver bracelet on her graceful 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 sweeps over the beautiful and shrewd female university student, who without hesitation gives 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 freezes for a moment, sensing that he has just barely suppressed a smile. Her intuition tells her that the university student—her tutor—is familiar with Truong Xuan. Naturally, the two of them have to pretend not to know each other to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
But…
The schoolgirl feels a strange sensation. She can't explain why she feels this way about two people she knows well and is close to... yet she has always firmly believed that these two don'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 remain 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 helps 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 draws everyone's attention to Hoang Kim. The fangirls' screams shatter the sky once again, and the scene erupts in excitement once more.
Truong Xuan sighs in relief, grateful that Lady Luck is on his side—everything is going smoothly. A gentle smile plays at the corner of his lips as he watches his brother carefully help the elderly lady up. Hoang Kim speaks 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 smiles gently, and fans compare 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 slaps 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 sighs:
- 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 does Hoang Kim happily oblige, he also takes a photo with the old lady and posts it on his social media. The picture immediately sets off a media storm—shares, likes, hearts, angry reacts, and comments pour into his profile like a tidal wave.
The grandma asks:
- 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 nods and teases:
- Oh thank goodness. If those two showed up too, the streets would go into full chaos.
Hoang Kim can'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 roars with laughter. The girls lift their chins proudly, as if to say, "See? Even the elderly adore our male god—let alone young maidens in their prime."
Fangirls proudly declare that they admire heroes who possess not just looks and talent, but also moral integrity. Countless girls are moved to tears, knowing they are idolizing someone truly worthy of respect.
Thousands of beautiful mouths open at full volume to scream:
- You help 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 erupts. Female reporters and a flock of vultures swoop 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 frowns. "Whose child is this, so polite?" she asks. The reporters beam, 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 suppresses a smile as he listens 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 raises the volume of her microphone:
"Dear viewers, today Hoang Kim personally helps 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 chuckle as the cunning woman corners 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 shoots Hoang Kim a smile, then glances 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 say 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 gives thumbs up, enthusiastically cheering for this trendy old lady.
The old lady delivers 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 birth this whole damn game! Your parents? I give 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 erupts into applause, crowning the old lady as 'The First Ovulation Master in History.' The fangirls shriek with laughter, scrambling
- 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 snaps 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 knows when to call it quits—too many words and she'd risk becoming a public joke. A wise woman like her doesn'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 spreads 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.
Saving a fangirl from falling—this time, the romantic rogue of the track team refuses to be outshone and snatches the spotlight from his beloved older brother.
That same day, the perfect finale comes from a hater who instantly switches sides:
I hate the two brothers for being too handsome. But after the younger one cleverly saves the beauty and the older one enthusiastically helps the elderly lady cross the street, I hate 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 are the girls who have once been rumored to be Truong Xuan's exes—though in truth, those are just ridiculous internet rumors, or more likely, fake stories these girls shamelessly spread themselves to leech off the national heartthrob's fame. There are also the media queens, the gossip-thirsty showbiz crowd, and the gorgeous livestreaming actresses. All of them step aside to clear a path for Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan—the squinty-eyed oppa national idol whose mere presence keeps fangirls' ovaries vibrating 24/7.
As the whole team steps into the grand hall, the atmosphere erupts. The show's MC makes a booming announcement:
- Welcome home to our national athletics team, returning with the pride of the nation!
The actresses gush in admiration. The lineup of pop stars and livestream beauties seize 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, do you see that? Truong Xuan just looks at me!
Truong Xuan's gaze sweeps lightly across, and a chorus of livestreams erupts simultaneously:
- HE LOOKS AT ME!!!
In a secluded corner of the hotel, actresses who have once been rumored to date Truong Xuan are beaming, basking in the media's help to shamelessly ride his fame. Their makeup is a whole galaxy beyond their real looks, and their dresses have plunging necklines deeper than anything they'd ever dared wear before—some look like they are cut all the way to the navel.
Girls with nothing but long legs blurt out in confusion:
- Wait… I think this is a magazine cover shoot? What's he doing here too?
- I think I am the spotlight... turns out I am just a nightlight.
A top 10 supermodel whispers 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 smacks her lips in regret, tiptoeing as she glances 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 gives a slight smile. Cameras go berserk. Flashes light up the room, capturing the tabloid queen's stunned expression—mouth agape, staring blankly into those mesmerizing squinty eyes. Her hand trembles, and before she realizes it, the microphone slips from her fingers and clatters to the floor. This month's magazine headline changes:
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 share 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 says no.
This smiley-eyed boy is the only man whose fans need protection… from him.
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 scream like they are 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 spikes!
- 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 are 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 mutters under his breath:
- Are we here to celebrate the team… or to crown a national idol?
The curly-haired guy pats 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 comes for the honor ceremony, the entire team carefully adjusts their uniforms and sits down at the banquet table.
JK, the Head of the Ceremony Organizing Committee, along with celebrities and influential figures, warmly congratulates each athlete. Hoang Kim is the last to receive their praises. He can barely remember how many compliments he receives.
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 scramble for just a sliver of the two idols' lingering glow.
Some pretend to trip and fall, nearly landing in Hoang Kim's arms. Others, long past their prime, have 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—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 adjust their skirts and collars, striking their best poses whenever the cameras turn 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 flirt 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 can't be shorter, sways coyly, her round, plump thigh on full display. She smiles as she speaks:
- 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 feed Hoang Kim a bunch of spring rolls, hoping he'd take the bait. The main character of the honor ceremony jokes 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 laughs in the hall. The cheeky girls laugh and say to their prey. JK waits 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 adjusts the microphone on his ear, and he begins 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 applauds 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 greets the audience and takes 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 turns 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 bows to the TV cameras, expressing his gratitude to viewers across the country. He then steps aside and gives the stage back to JK. The person in charge smiles and announces:
- 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 begins playing the national anthem. Everyone, including the athletes, places their hands over their hearts and sings along with the music.
After the opening ceremony concludes, the instrumentalists begin playing a soft, classical tune. The guests stand up to dance, and most of the beauties eagerly choose athletes as their partners. Unsurprisingly, Hoang Kim receives the most invitations. He smiles politely and declines:
- Sorry, to be honest... I don't really know how to dance!
The showbiz girls try to salvage their hopes with the line:
- I will teach you!
Truong Xuan catches sight of Hoang Kim's subtle refusal. His older brother is always wary of getting entangled with the parasitic showbiz crowd—scandals would swarm him even more fiercely than obsessive fangirls. Who knows 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 raises his voice and says:
- 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 gather around, hanging on his every word, mesmerized more than by any seasoned orator. The charmer with words clicks his tongue and sighs:
- 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 smiles at his younger brother's quick wit. Truong Xuan knows for sure that the girls will stop at nothing; once they fail to hunt down a man, they will never give up.
If Hoang Kim and his team continue to let these parasitic freeloaders, from their 'lower mouths' to feed their upper mouth, keep causing trouble, it will 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 will bring shame upon eighteen generations of male gods.
Truong Xuan immediately makes 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, shift their focus and swarm 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 carries a tray with an open bottle of wine, walks past Hoang Kim, and pretends to drop it—spilling wine all over him.
- What are you doing?
- Apologize to him, quickly!
The waitress, flustered, pulls out a towel and starts wiping the wine off Hoang Kim.
- Sorry! I'll take care of your laundry and compensate you with a new outfit!
Hoang Kim waves his hand, signaling her not to worry, then exits the hall. The showbiz girls, frustrated at losing their prey, frown as they watch 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 doesn't notice the smoke drifting in from under the door. After inhaling it, he suddenly feels dizzy—but quickly returns to normal. When he steps out, he sees Anh Dao waiting with a man. She bows her head and says:
- 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 wipes away his tears and lets 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 hands his phone to Hoang Kim. On the screen is 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 nods and agrees to fulfill the little girl's wish. But there are too many people crowding around the hotel entrance. Hoang Kim frowns in concern—until Anh Dao speaks up:
- The hotel basement has a passage leading into the city. I will call someone to prepare the car.
She hands him the suit and a face mask. Hoang Kim steps into the bathroom to change, puts on the mask, and follows the two down to the basement. The blonde girl gestures toward the black car parked near the elevator, and everyone quickly gets 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.