Chapter 3: The Olympic Opening Ceremony—Ming, What Are You Doing Here?

When Wang Xiaoming signed the commission agreement, the system also issued a notification.

“Mission released: Charge forward, Olympics!”

“Help China win as many Olympic gold medals as possible. The system will grant rewards based on the number of gold medals earned!”

“Rewards include but are not limited to skills, attribute points, weapons, medicines...”

This was not just a national assignment; every gold medal was a small goal. The system was handing out tasks, promising rewards tied to medal counts.

This left Wang Xiaoming with no reason to refuse. If, in the end, the nation’s efforts failed to cure his sister’s illness, he could still gamble on the system’s rewards.

“Alright, here’s the question!” Chen Xiao asked Wang Xiaoming. “What are you good at? We’ll register you right away!”

Wang Xiaoming paused to consider. “Um, digging pits, burying people, finding acupoints, headshots, dissections…”

“Stop, stop! I’m asking—what Olympic events are you good at?”

“Oh, that’s plenty. I excel at any athletic event!” Wang Xiaoming replied. “Except for things like table tennis, basketball, soccer—I can handle the rest!”

Hearing this, Chen Xiao stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“Shooting is essential. What about gymnastics, swimming, running?”

“No problem!”

“Alright, got it. I’ll apply to register you now!” Chen Xiao then asked one last question.

“By the way, I have a question!”

“Go ahead,” Wang Xiaoming said nonchalantly.

“Is the Desert Eagle any good?”

“Nope!” Wang Xiaoming shook his head. “The recoil’s too strong—it’ll blow up watermelons!”

Blow up…

Blow up watermelons…

For a moment, Chen Xiao was completely stunned. Was this something a student should say? But soon, he caught on.

This guy was no ordinary person—he wasn’t human!

“Alright, nothing else to worry about. Just need to collect your details, then you’re good to go! You start reporting in tomorrow!”

With that, Chen Xiao was about to leave. But just as he walked behind Wang Xiaoming, he was shocked by the short-sleeve shirt he was wearing.

He quickly pulled out his wallet, took out several hundred-yuan bills, and placed them in front of Wang Xiaoming.

“Go report tomorrow, buy yourself some decent clothes. Look at your collar—it’s all worn out!”

“Thanks, boss!”

...

With only a few days left before the Olympics began, the entire Chinese team and all event groups had assembled, ready to board a chartered plane to the destination.

Yet they waited under the plane because they heard the shooting team was missing one member.

“Coach, isn’t the shooting team already full?” the shooting captain asked.

The coach shook his head. “No idea. The new guy was added last minute—I’ve never seen him before.”

“Another rich kid trying to shine?” The captain sounded displeased.

The coach sighed. “Probably. But I heard he’s pretty good at shooting.”

Because of Wang Xiaoming’s special status, no detailed information was given to the shooting coach—only a rough outline. Even the Olympic team leader only knew that this guy was an accurate shooter, brought in to help win medals.

After all, the Chinese shooting team had been at a disadvantage compared to other countries and hadn’t won any medals for years.

Hearing the coach’s words, the shooting team members were frustrated—blaming their own shortcomings.

So the higher-ups had to throw even this flashy rich kid into their shooting team.

“Good at shooting?” No one believed it.

This kind of playboy couldn’t possibly have real skill—at best, a shooting enthusiast wanting to join the fun.

But no one knew whose son he was.

...

Soon, a figure appeared at the airport entrance.

It was Wang Xiaoming.

“Sorry, I’m late!” He was now dressed in a new outfit—top-brand sportswear and shoes.

After all, Chen Xiao had said yesterday that some face must be kept.

“Hello, I’m Wang Xiaoming!” He extended his hand.

But his enthusiasm was met with cold indifference. People barely brushed hands with him before boarding.

The shooting captain, feeling his authority, scolded him.

“Do you know how many people you made wait because of you?”

“And what’s with that outfit? Don’t you know we all wear team uniforms?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know!” Wang Xiaoming looked dumbfounded. So all that new clothing was wasted?

Seeing Wang Xiaoming’s awkward expression, the captain wondered who had even put this guy on their team.

At once, he pulled a plastic bag from his gear.

Inside was a packed team uniform, which he tossed to Wang Xiaoming.

He threw it so hard it landed behind him.

Just when everyone thought Wang Xiaoming wouldn’t catch it, he bent backward smoothly and grabbed the uniform with ease.

But bending back so far, he almost lost balance.

“Watch out!” someone warned.

Yet in the next moment, Wang Xiaoming stunned everyone.

He executed a perfect iron bridge to steady himself from falling backward.

Instantly, the crowd gasped.

“Not bad, quite agile!” Only now did the shooting captain start to change his mind about him.

It seemed the young man really had some skills.

But that didn’t mean he accepted Wang Xiaoming.

“Your flexibility is more suited for gymnastics, not shooting.”

Wang Xiaoming chuckled, “Doesn’t the shooting competition start first? I’m just reporting here early!”

“After it’s done, I’ll transfer to gymnastics!”

Huh?

What did that mean?

Before anyone could comprehend, Wang Xiaoming, like a novice, followed the group onto the plane.

At that moment, the gymnastics coach slowly approached the group and said, “Our gymnastics team seems to have an extra member too! Looks like it’s this kid…”

Everyone was stunned.

How many events had he signed up for?

...

Soon, the Olympics opening ceremony arrived.

Wang Xiaoming walked with the Chinese delegation through the romantic city’s grand opening.

Basking in the hopeful gazes from people of many nations, the feeling was unlike anything before.

Seeing the camera, Wang Xiaoming waved cheerfully.

Back at Linjiang University, everyone watching the screen was stunned.

“That’s Ming Ge, isn’t it? When did he join the Olympics?”

“Damn, so those special police coming for him were about the Olympics?”

“No way, that’s our Ming Ge! He’s awesome!”

At the opening ceremony, a chubby young man stared fixedly at the Chinese team passing by.

“Why does that guy look so familiar?”

“No way... could it really be Ming Ge?”