Chapter 11: Trending Across the Entire Internet, Overwhelmingly Ubiquitous!

[According to reliable sources, China’s first gold medalist in shooting, Wang Xiaoming, will compete in all shooting events except the three-position rifle. Please look forward to his performance!]

[Shocking! Wang Xiaoming isn’t satisfied with just one gold medal; he boldly declares he will sweep all the golds!]

[Wang Xiaoming officially changes his name to Mad Xiaoming. Is this a distortion of human nature or a moral decline? Stay tuned to Phoenix Channel’s frontline Olympic coverage!]

“Is he crazy, Wang Xiaoming...?”

“Wang Xiaoming...”

Suddenly, every trending topic was flooded with Wang Xiaoming.

Although Chinese audiences secretly supported him, many still raised doubts.

Could he really do it?

Could one person compete in so many events without it seeming like a publicity stunt?

Was his previous gold medal just luck?

Beyond Chinese media, foreign outlets started heavily belittling Wang Xiaoming.

An unknown newcomer making his Olympic debut, showing no respect to veteran athletes or predecessors.

As a young man, he had no humility at all!

Winning one gold medal should have taught him how precious it is, yet he dared to dream of a shooting grand slam?

How laughable.

Once these reports spread, Wang Xiaoming’s image quickly plummeted in the eyes of international audiences.

People began to boycott him, and numerous online exposés surfaced.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoming remained completely unaware of the storm brewing outside.

Night fell, and after dinner at the Olympic Village, the shooting team returned to their dorm to rest.

But Zhao An and the others noticed Wang Xiaoming hadn’t come back for a long time.

After waiting nearly an hour, footsteps finally echoed outside.

Then a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

Wang Xiaoming appeared at the doorway, carrying a bag.

The smell came from that bag.

“This smell...” Zhao An sniffed, glancing at Wang Xiaoming. “Beggar’s chicken?”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and pulled the food from the bag. “It’s not beggar’s chicken exactly, but close enough. Make do!”

Taking the lotus leaf-wrapped parcel tossed to him, Zhao An and the others quickly unwrapped it.

At the moment it opened, their mouths watered.

“Wow, beggar’s pigeon!” Inside was a pigeon wrapped in lotus leaves and soil!

The scent immediately filled their noses. Without hesitation, they grabbed their drinks and began eating heartily.

“Brother Ming, where did you get this pigeon?” Apart from team captain Zhao An, who was a bit reserved, everyone else already called Wang Xiaoming “Brother Ming.”

Wang Xiaoming smiled. “I made it myself. Bought the pigeon.”

“Bought it? You can buy pigeon here?” Diao Xiao looked puzzled.

Zhao An was impressed by the flavor. “Not bad, Wang Xiaoming, your cooking’s impressive! But isn’t open flame forbidden here?”

Wang Xiaoming explained, “I dug a pit and buried it, using residual heat—no open flame needed!”

After all, digging pits was his specialty.

They were too engrossed in eating to care where the pigeon came from.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao An turned to Wang Xiaoming about his plan to compete in every shooting event.

“So, Xiaoming, are you really going to enter all the events?”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. “No, I’m skipping the three-position rifle.”

“That’s still incredible. You know if you brag like this and don’t win medals later, the keyboard warriors back home will tear you apart!” Zhao An warned. “Are you confident about the 25m rapid fire pistol tomorrow?”

Having personally experienced the wrath of online trolls, Zhao An knew well how brutal they could be.

Even China’s top sprinters were once driven to doubt themselves, and the nation’s best basketball player was mocked as inferior to a streetballer.

If Wang Xiaoming boasted now and failed to win any medals, how would he, only 20 years old, withstand so much online abuse?

Wang Xiaoming smiled calmly. “Tomorrow’s event? I’ll just take it easy.”

Zhao An snorted. “Don’t talk big now. Better to be careful.”

Diao Xiao added while eating, “Yeah, Brother Ming, the rapid fire is quite different from the 10m air pistol. You have to shoot fast—no time to aim carefully.”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood.”

“I’m not saying I’ll win gold in the 25m rapid fire.”

Hearing this, Zhao An nodded in relief. “That’s right. Don’t set the bar too high at first—aim for silver or bronze, fight for gold.”

But Wang Xiaoming’s next words made them all spit out their drinks.

“I’m not saying I’ll win gold in the 25m rapid fire. I mean, I want them all.”

“Pfft!”

Not just Zhao An but the other two teammates burst out laughing.

“Cough, cough, Brother Ming, you’re joking, right?”

Wang Xiaoming smiled. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

The three in the dorm were stunned.

Meanwhile, inside China’s National Security Bureau:

The senior official, seeing the flood of online media coverage, was visibly annoyed.

Looking at Chen Xiao, he said, “This guy you found has talent, but isn’t he a little arrogant?”

“One person wants to sweep all the shooting golds? Compete in every event? How much energy does he have?”

Chen Xiao sighed helplessly. “Sir, don’t worry. I have confidence in him.”

“Hmph, you better.”

...

Soon, the next day arrived.

There were a lot of events to compete in.

Yesterday was only the men’s air pistol, the rest were women’s events.

Today, all the men’s events.

Chinese audiences were already waiting in the stands, quietly watching for that man’s figure to appear in the competitors’ entrance.

Soon, the Chinese shooting team took the stage, and Wang Xiaoming came into view.

In an instant, the entire Chinese crowd erupted.

They never expected him to really show up. Could it be that he truly intended to compete in every shooting event?

As soon as Wang Xiaoming appeared, all the media swarmed him.

“Mr. Wang Xiaoming, are you going to participate in the upcoming 25m rapid fire pistol event?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

The reporter pressed on, “What are your expectations for the 25m rapid fire pistol? Are you aiming for gold?”

Clearly, the reporter wanted to stir up trouble, knowing what was being discussed online.

Naturally, he wanted to amplify the hype.

Facing the question, Wang Xiaoming simply raised one hand, showing five fingers.

The viewers at home were puzzled.

Then Wang Xiaoming turned and said something that made everyone’s eyes widen in disbelief!