Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 92 - 91 The Competition Begins (Third Update)
Chapter 92: Chapter 91 The Competition Begins (Third Update)
Chapter 92: Chapter 91 The Competition Begins (Third Update)
About the incident where Li Ang suddenly encountered an overzealous fan before reaching the finish line, although there were various claims on the internet, insiders like Qiaos understood it quite well.
This was certainly not the act of a true fanatic, nor was it an accident—it was a deliberate interference directed by someone with the intention to disrupt the player’s performance.
Even without much thought, he could guess, who was behind this deed.
However, because no serious consequences ensued and the incident did not involve a member of his own team, no one came forward to collect evidence to clear Li Ang’s name.
But soon, he received some even more dubious news.
The stick who had rushed out to disrupt the athlete apparently had suffered grave injuries from scraping along the ground, but after leaving the hospital, he seemed to have become mentally unstable, constantly alleging that he had been mistreated by the doctors in the hospital, and in the end, he was directly sent to a psychiatric hospital.
And then, on the next day, the adult champion of the cycling race, Harry.
Harry got shot in the thigh by a policeman after he failed to change lanes according to regulations during driving and got into a severe conflict with the officer. He’s still in the hospital now.
Although his life wasn’t in danger, his cycling career was surely over.
Let alone the question of why merely failing to change lanes as required would result in being pulled over by police, the fact that Harry could escalate a simple fine into a shooting incident raised many suspicions.
If it were just one incident, it could be dismissed as coincidence. But when two incidents happened one after another, Qiaos was genuinely scared.
He feared that the next piece of gossip in the circle might concern his own experience.
Therefore, these days he had been trying all possible means to seek Li Ang’s forgiveness.
But calling on the phone lacked sincerity, and he couldn’t find him at home. Fortunately, he saw this news on TV, which led to today’s events.
One can’t help but say that whether or not Qiaos was sincerely remorseful, he was quite willing to spend a fortune.
It was only after Li Ang took the room card and went to the room did he realize that it was an executive suite, costing over eight hundred US Dollars for one night.
This spared Sheila and Catina from having to book separate rooms, they could just stay together.
As soon as Catina entered the room, she couldn’t wait to dump her suitcase and flop onto the big bed, completely unconcerned that her short skirt might expose her.
These days, she particularly enjoyed lying in that position because it brought some memories to mind.
But soon, Li Ang noticed that Catina was constantly adjusting her position. Without guessing, he knew her wounds hadn’t fully healed, and they were still hurting.
“How about I give you a massage? It might help you relax a bit.”
Li Ang said, looking at the purple bruises on her fair skin, feeling somewhat distressed.
“Ah? Really? Can you?”
Catina’s face turned bright red with shyness.
Sheila then leaned in closer, “It’s really worth a try, believe me. It’ll definitely make you feel better.”
Li Ang felt that Sheila was like a creepy big sister tempting a little girl.
“Alright, then climb on up.”
Catina buried her face in the comforter and lay still, waiting for Li Ang to start.
However, Li Ang indeed had no ulterior motives. His massage for Catina was simply to speed up her recovery and help her wounds heal faster.
“Mmm~”
Catina couldn’t help but moan softly—half because the pressure was near her wounds, causing some pain, and the other half because of the relief it brought.
Sheila was right. Under Li Ang’s gentle hands, Catina felt the fatigue from the whole day fading away, and even the pain from her injuries seemed to ease.
This feeling of “healing”: was utterly captivating, an exquisite experience Catina had never had before.
In the middle of the night, Li Ang was already asleep, but his keen senses alerted him the moment someone climbed into his bed.
Um… with that size and touch, it should be Catina.
Li Ang felt a warmth approaching his ear.
“Did you… fall asleep? My body’s a bit uncomfortable, can you give me another massage?”
Listening to Catina’s pleading voice, Li Ang was in a dilemma, wondering whether he should continue to pretend to sleep or get up to massage her.
Before he could come to a decision, he heard his room door creak again.
Then came the sound of quiet, barefoot steps on the floor, and following that, the figure climbed into the bed, on Catina’s side.
“Ah!”
Two sharp screams pierced the air simultaneously.
Catina suddenly realized another body was pressing against her from behind, with hands wandering over her.
Sheila, reaching out for the familiar spot next to her, found nothing but air, which made her immediately realize the person in front of her wasn’t Li Ang.
Li Ang turned on the light at just the right moment, putting an end to the screeching.
What followed, however, was an air of frozen awkwardness.
“I think… I might have entered the wrong room.”
“What a coincidence, so did I.”
The two clambered out of the bed at the same time, then fled from Li Ang’s room together.
Li Ang, for his part, had a good night’s sleep, but it was obvious that the two of them had not slept well.
Before the show officially started, all the staff had arrived.
Many viewers, who were following the variety show, were already waiting in front of their TVs.
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Old Eric’s grandfather looked at the promotional image on the television with some confusion and asked:
“Didn’t you say your friend Li Ang was severely injured a few days ago? Why isn’t he resting and recovering instead of appearing on a variety show?”
Eric didn’t know how to answer that question, “Maybe it’s because he’s physically fit, and his wounds have healed quickly?”
In truth, he had called Li Ang to persuade him against it after finding out, but unfortunately, he had not been successful.
“Sigh, young people, I hope he doesn’t get hurt.”
Old Eric shook his head, clearly aware of the stubbornness of these youngsters.
Inside the Hunyuan Martial Arts School, Yan Tianqi frowned as he looked at the coaches who usually dashed off for fun after work but were now all gathered in front of the large training screen, and asked with some perplexity:
“What are you guys doing?”
Wu Song turned his head to respond:
“Master, just look who that is on the TV?”
Yan Tianqi leaned in to take a look and was surprised to see Li Ang, whom they hadn’t seen for some days, on the TV.
Immediately, he scoffed:
“Look at him, he couldn’t make it in martial arts, so he’s off making money on variety shows. But don’t you lot envy him—I want to see how long he can keep earning this kind of money.”
Aside from a few sycophants who echoed a few words, the rest of them remained silent.
In fact, for the vast majority present, martial arts was just a job, and they wouldn’t hesitate to switch careers if there were better opportunities and higher incomes available.
Seeing their subdued reaction, Yan Tianqi continued:
“Just watch, someone like Li Ang who wants to dabble in everything, I think he’s a jack of all trades but a master of none. Time and energy are limited; only by focusing on one thing for deep exploration can one have a chance to go deeper and further.”
To his surprise, not a single coach acknowledged him, not even the two who had been flattering him moments earlier, as the program had officially started.
