Sheng Yongzhe's comeback in the sports world

"You want to participate in the knight competition just because you are so skinny?" Rough laughter echoed at the registration office. A strong man with a face full of flesh bumped Sheng Yong contemptuously, almost knocking him to the ground. "Boy, I think you should go home and hug your children!" There was a sudden outburst of laughter. Sheng Yong stabilized his body, patted the dust on it, and looked up at the sundial hanging high. There was less than an hour left before the registration deadline, but the registration procedures in front of him were as complicated as a mess. He, Sheng Yong, an unknown person from a remote village in Camelot, was standing at the registration office of the primary competition qualification leading to the glory of the knight, facing countless doubts and ridicules. But there was a raging fire in his heart. He wanted to prove himself, not only for glory but also to fight side by side with the cold girl. He noticed that a young man, dressed in beautiful armour, was leisurely sorting his equipment not far away. That man was Hans, who had gained some notoriety during the primary competition. Sheng Yong decided to ask him about the registration process; after all, time was tight. "Hello, brother, This is my first time to participate in the competition. May I ask..." Hans looked Sheng Yong up and down, with a sly smile on his face. "Oh? Newcomer? Want to take a shortcut? Let me tell you, the registration procedures are very complicated and can take up to half a day to complete. I think you should..." Hans deliberately misrepresented the process to make Sheng Yong look bad. However, Sheng Yong just smiled politely, "Thank you for your advice." He saw through Hans's lie at a glance. After all, he had been on the verge of life and death, and he had an unusually keen sense of danger. Even in this seemingly calm arena, this feeling still existed. Hans was stunned. This was completely different from the reaction a newcomer expected. He narrowed his eyes and refocused his gaze on the seemingly harmless young man in front of him, a sense of inexplicable vigilance rising in his heart. Sheng Yong turned, walked towards the registration officer, and began to handle the procedures in an orderly manner. Hans looked at Sheng Yong's back and whispered to himself, "Interesting, it seems that this guy is not as simple as he seems." He walked aside, his eyes sinister. "I want to see what tricks you can play." The first physical fitness test of the qualifying round began. The stadium erupted in a cacophony of noise, shouts, and cheers, seemingly ready to topple the entire structure. One of the numerous test items included the task of crossing obstacles. These obstacles came in various shapes and heights, effectively testing the contestants' sensitivity and coordination. Sheng Yong was calm and calm—like an experienced cheetah, moving freely between obstacles. Sheng Yong's movements were fluid and precise, with each jump executed flawlessly and each landing as sturdy as a rock. The audience gradually quieted down, attracted by the performance of this young man. They started encouraging him, and their voices grew louder and louder. Hans stood in the crowd, watching Sheng Yong's performance, frowning. He anticipated Sheng Yong's elimination in the first round, but his outstanding performance caught him off guard. Hans could not help but feel a little jealous and uneasy, and he secretly vowed to trouble Sheng Yong in the subsequent competitions. Sheng Yong successfully completed all the obstacles and won warm applause from the audience. He smiled and waved to the surroundings, then walked to the rest area to prepare for the next round of competition. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the real challenge was still waiting for him. But he was ready; no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would overcome them one by one until he achieved his goal. ---- Just then, a wooden stake in front of him suddenly loosened, threatening to fall and strike him. The contestants surrounding Sheng Yong let out an exclamation, anticipating that he would "get into trouble" this time. However, in a flash, Sheng Yong seemed to have a premonition of danger, and his footsteps were wrong, his body slightly tilted, and he bypassed the shaking wooden stake at an incredible angle and landed steadily on the next obstacle. The entire maneuver was executed flawlessly, akin to a "hack." The surrounding contestants were dumbfounded; this operation was simply amazing! Hans stood aside, his face livid. He originally thought that Sheng Yong would stumble at this level, but he didn't expect that he could resolve the crisis so easily. The flame of jealousy burnt in his heart. "Damn country bumpkin, what a s**t luck!" he cursed in his heart as he clenched his fists. His eyes rolled, and a plan came to his mind. He immediately rushed to the referee, pointed at Sheng Yong, and loudly declared, "Mr. Referee, I report it!" Sheng Yong obviously broke the rules when crossing the obstacle just now. He used magic!" Several other contestants bribed by Hans also echoed, "Yes, we all saw it; he must have used magic!" The referee frowned. He did not see Sheng Yong use magic, but due to Hans's identity and the "testimonies" of several contestants, he still declared Sheng Yong's results invalid. "This is impossible!" Sheng Yong's eyes widened in disbelief. "I didn't use magic at all; you are slandering me!" He argued with reason, but the contestants around him looked down on him, and no one believed him at all. Hans smiled smugly from the side, seemingly in control of everything. Sheng Yong felt a surge of anger in his heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. "Are you...giving up just like that?" he whispered to himself. At this moment... The sudden foul call on Sheng Yong shattered this kid's mindset instantly. The whispers of the surrounding players were like sharp thorns, piercing his body. Is the game he meticulously prepared for coming to an abrupt end? He walked to the edge of the field dejectedly like a defeated rooster. At this time, Xu Ying walked past him with a cold face. Sheng Yong looked up, his eyes full of grievances, like a puppy abandoned by its owner. Although Xu Ying looked calm on the surface, there was a ripple in her heart. She stopped; her tone was still cold, but with a hint of imperceptible encouragement: "Hey, be careful next time; don't let people catch you again." After a moment of shock, Sheng Yong nodded. Although he was a little dissatisfied with Xu Ying's attitude, he also knew that she made sense. He took a deep breath and decided not to dwell on this failure but to train himself harder and strive to achieve better results in the next competition. At this time, Hans was looking at Sheng Yong's back triumphantly, secretly glad that his plan was successful. However, what he did not notice was that Xu Ying's eyes flashed with a complex emotion. She knew that Sheng Yong did not use magic, but she also understood that sometimes strength is not the only determining factor in this arena. She secretly resolved to assist Sheng Yong in regaining his confidence and revealing the truth. Sheng Yong's originally grey eyes instantly lit up, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and he smiled, saying, "I will!" Thank you, Xu Ying!" This smile was brighter than a blooming sunflower. Coach Link just so happened to witness this scene. He was a strict but fair man, and he had long suspected Hans's behavior. After conducting a thorough investigation, he confirmed Sheng Yong's claim that Hans had intentionally framed him. Coach Link was furious and immediately summoned all the contestants, announced the results of the investigation in public, and severely reprimanded Hans and others for their despicable behavior. "Hans, your behavior seriously violates the rules of the game. You are disqualified!" Coach Link's voice echoed in the arena like a huge bell. Hans and his accomplices were stunned for a moment, as if they were struck by thunder, and their faces looked uglier than eating a fly. They never expected that Coach Link would handle this matter so vigorously. Sheng Yong's performance was also restored. He looked at Coach Link gratefully, full of admiration in his heart. Coach Link patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Play well and don't let me down." Sheng Yong nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination. He will definitely prove himself with his strength and will not let Coach Link down. Hans glared at Sheng Yong fiercely and cursed in a low voice, "Lucky for you; you won't be so lucky next time!" Sheng Yong ignored him and turned toward the center of the arena. He knew that the real challenge had just begun... He took a deep breath, looked into the distance, and clenched the sword in his hand. No, he clenched his fist. Sheng Yong was standing at the registration counter for the qualifying competition, which was part of the main competition. People around him pointed at him as if they were watching a monkey show. The whispers were buzzing around his ears like a group of mosquitoes. There was less than an hour left before the registration deadline. The complicated registration procedures were like a mountain in front of him. The boy cursed in his heart, saying, "This is harder than climbing to the sky!" He wanted to participate in the competition in a low-key manner and make a fortune in silence, but reality gave him a blow. Sheng Yong took a deep breath and locked his eyes on a contestant who seemed to be easier to talk to—Hans. He was full of smiles on his face, like a sunny boy next door, and asked in a humble tone, "Hello, brother! This is my first time participating in the competition. What should I pay attention to when registering?" Hans scrutinized Sheng Yong closely, a hint of disdain flickering in his eyes. He had heard of this newcomer a long time ago and thought to himself, Here is the opportunity; tease this young man. So, he deliberately made mistakes in the registration process to see Sheng Yong make a fool of himself. Sheng Yong's heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion. He didn't expect to see Xu Ying again on such an occasion. She was still freezing and beautiful, as if everything around her could not touch her heart. However, when he noticed the flash of worry in her eyes, his heart trembled involuntarily. "Miss, we have some exciting news from the family." They don't want you to..." Sheng Yong understood the meaning even though the maid's words ended abruptly. Clearly, Xu Ying faced unknown pressures and constraints, which deeply affected him. He knew that Xu Ying had always been an independent and strong woman, but she also had to face the expectations and pressure from the family. Sheng Yong took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. He knew that now was not the time to be emotional. The qualifying round was about to begin, and he had to concentrate on the next game. But he also knew that no matter what the result of the game was, he hoped to find an opportunity to have a beneficial talk with Xu Ying and understand her true thoughts and situation. When Hans saw this, a haze flickered through his eyes. He originally thought that he could anger Sheng Yong through provocation, make him lose his cool, and thus affect his performance. However, it appears that Sheng Yong remained relatively unaffected. This made Hans feel a little frustrated, but he did not give up and became more determined to defeat Sheng Yong in the game. With the referee's order, the qualifying round officially began. All the players quickly entered the state and showed their respective strengths and skills. Sheng Yong was no exception. He devoted himself to the game, and every move seemed so precise and powerful. He knew that only by going all out could he win the game and gain more options for himself. In the audience, Xu Ying's eyes never left Sheng Yong's figure. Her heart was full of complex emotions, both worrying about Sheng Yong and looking forward to his future. She knew that this game was of immense significance to Sheng Yong, and she could only pray for him silently, hoping that he could pass smoothly.