Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Upon seeing the scores, fans in front of their screens burst into tears of joy, knowing that at least these injuries hadn't cost him his favorite gold medal.

Each of them was impressed by his perseverance and willingly jumped into the huge pit called Du Liangchen.

And whenever someone tries to climb out, they are dealt a severe blow to their ego at the start of the new season, forcing them to willingly climb back into the pit.

Many people who are unhappy with their lives or have nowhere else to turn take him as their spiritual belief.

Sweet Orange is a fan name that fans gave themselves after him, and the group has gradually grown larger.

Because Du Liangchen was afraid of being criticized, he didn't open any social media accounts, so his fans were unclaimed. This resulted in them being too scattered and lacking cohesion, making them very passive when Du Liangchen was attacked online, only able to watch helplessly as nothing changed. Therefore, Du Liangchen was unaware that he had a considerable number of dedicated fans.

Mei Jing knew this because these fans often left comments on Mei Jing's blog, just wanting to know about their idol's daily life.

Mei Jing had told Du Liangchen about this many times, but he just didn't believe it, thinking that haters were waiting for him to open a blog so they would have an excuse to attack him.

Therefore, the Sweet Orange Sisters and Mei Jing were quite helpless about his "once bitten by a snake, twice shy" mentality.

With his hands wrapped up like white steamed buns, Du Liangchen waited for the awards ceremony to begin while dealing with the other athletes who came to congratulate him on his victory.

In truth, his heart was filled with longing; he missed Mei Jing and wanted to share his joy with her.

However, they couldn't hold onto their phones and were afraid that others would see their chat, so they had to give up.

She watched the staff members walk by with longing eyes, occasionally answering questions from those around her.

Seeing his absent-mindedness, Proust and Inea, who came in third, assumed he was in a bad mood because his hand hurt, so they chatted for a few minutes and then left.

Led to the awards area by staff, Du Liangchen heard his name called and was greeted by screams from the audience. He kicked off his skate cover and glided on the ice, then took a powerful 3A jump and landed smoothly.

"Aaaaaahh ...

He shook hands with the other two athletes and then jumped onto the podium.

With medals around their necks and bouquets in their arms, they waited for the national flag to be raised and the national anthem to be played.

After the interview, the two men left the venue exhausted, and two burly men walked up to them.

"Are you Mr. Du Langxing and Mr. Du Liangchen?"

The two exchanged a glance. Du Langxing looked at them warily and said, "Ah, we are... and who are you two?"

“We are staff members sent by the embassy to protect your safety. My name is Feng Qi.” He then introduced his colleague: “His name is Yuan Jie.”

Du Langxing gratefully shook hands with the two men, saying, "Hello, hello, thank you for coming all this way to help us."

Du Liangchen, who had been shielded by Du Langxing, stepped out from behind him and shook hands with the two to express his gratitude.

"Mr. Du, you're too kind. I haven't yet congratulated Mr. Du on winning another medal. Congratulations!"

"Thank you. In fact, I was able to receive this medal thanks to your help; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to take it with me," Du Liangchen said sincerely, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, without taking all the credit for himself.

Although the two had just arrived and couldn't offer any help regarding the previous car accident, Du Liangchen's words were well-chosen, acknowledging their efforts.

Being part of the same system, they felt a sense of pride, and the smiles on their faces widened, no longer the polite smiles they had shown to strangers.