E-Book, Englisch, 383 Seiten
Light Hello, Sharpshooter
1. Auflage 2023
ISBN: 978-3-7575-6850-4
Verlag: epubli
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection
E-Book, Englisch, 383 Seiten
ISBN: 978-3-7575-6850-4
Verlag: epubli
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection
Lotus Light (also Lianmu Chuguang), a young writer and screenwriter, is a member of the China Writers Association. She has published nearly twenty full-length novels and a total of 500,000 words in major youth literature magazines. Her works have been published and distributed in Taiwan province, and have been translated into Vietnamese, Thai and other languages. The novel 'Hello, Marksman' has been adapted into a TV series. The ancient novel 'Beauty' has been adapted into a web drama named 'Pretty Guardian of The City'.
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-—What does two hours mean to you?
-—It means going from a contestant to a champion.
"Intern, come over here."
As Emily Robinson walked into the control room, she heard Simon Campbell call out to her. She paused for a moment, examining the man who had addressed her. He was the well-known personality at the station - good-looking, with excellent temperament and a sharp tongue. At the moment, he was frowning, impatiently beckoning her over.
Two microphones stood silently in front of him, seemingly waiting to receive signals and transmit a thrilling sports commentary to the audience.
Emily confidently approached him. Even in oversized sportswear, she was more eye-catching than the average person. Her loose shoulder-length hair was refreshing, setting off her snow-white neck, while her slight gaze gave her a somewhat haughty air.
"Mr. Campbell, my name is Emily, not intern.” She added, "and tomorrow I'll be a full-time employee."
Emily had never considered herself an intern, even though she was. In terms of temperament and appearance, she had already regarded herself as an official employee of the television station.
During her university years, Emily was a recognized goddess. Although her facial features could only be described as beautiful, her temperament was quite lofty. It wasn't the kind of beauty that swayed in the wind like a branch of a flower, but rather like the lofty and pristine snow. Because of this distance, she was crowned a goddess.
Due to her accelerated advancement and completion of all required credits in her third year, she graduated from university at the age of 20 and began working for the H Province Television Sports Channel. She never thought she would fail as an intern.
Apart from a few competitors, Emily was familiar with her colleagues. However, Simon, who was in front of her, never called her by her name, but used the somewhat distant term "intern." Emily had already put up with it for a long time.
The director had been winking at her all the while, and Simon pretended not to notice. "It doesn't matter. If the intern messes up the task on the last day, she still won't be able to become a full-time employee. Anyone who might leave the television station doesn't have the right to make me remember their name.” He said without hesitation.
"I won't mess up.” She replied.
"I hope not." Simon said without any courtesy. "If my partner hadn't fallen ill at the last minute, I wouldn't have had to call you in."
Emily was infuriated.
"Greetings to viewers of H Province Television. We are currently at the men's 50-meter slow-fire pistol qualification round of the National Games. The contestants are now in their positions on the shooting range, with two athletes from H Province Sports School, Bowie Rogers and James Campbell, respectively taking positions at the second and sixth stations." Emily spoke fluently into the microphone, briefly introducing the rules and features of the slow-fire pistol event, then turned to the director and asked, "Is this sound test okay?"
The director gave her a thumbs up and pushed Simon, "You're just being difficult. I think Emily is fine. Don't question her ability."
"I don't need his approval. I just want him to correctly call my name.” Emily lightly brushed off Simon's gaze. "I'm Emily."
Simon sneered and said nothing.
Emily calmed her mind and looked out towards the arena outside the control room.
The shooting arena at the National Games was a grand, pillarless hall stretching 260 meters with no obstacles in sight. The stands were packed with spectators, and suddenly a small cheer erupted.
If it were before 2012, in order to maintain the quality of the competition, loud noises from the audience were not allowed at the scene, and even the sports commentator couldn't speak with too high a decibel. But as shooting records continued to be broken, the International Shooting Union revised the rules of the competition, playing popular music on the scene and no longer restricting the audience from making noise, which added some difficulty for the athletes.
The director glanced at the field and suddenly said, "Attention, there's a change in the athletes."
"Replacement player?" Simon asked.
"Yes, number four Austyn Edwards from the Q Shooting Team, as a substitute. The audience cheered for him just now because of his looks. According to the information, introduce the athletes later." The director spoke rapidly.
Emily was taken aback.
The name Austyn, neither heavy nor light, struck her eardrums, making her a little dazed. Before she could react, the countdown had already reached one, and the broadcast began. Simon spoke first, starting the sports commentary.
The qualification round began, and Emily cooperated with Simon to provide commentary, constantly adjusting her thoughts based on the changing images on the screen.
The trial shooting quickly ended, and the chief referee gave the command to "fire." The first athlete raised his gun and took aim. After the gunshot, the electronic target displayed 7.9 rings.
The second athlete began shooting, and the reading was 9.4 rings.
The third athlete, 8.5 rings.
"Pistol shooting is different from other events because the 50-meter distance is relatively long, the gun barrel is shorter, and it's a single-arm hold, so there are many chances for 7 or 8 rings." Emily said a sentence.
The camera quickly cut to the fourth athlete. The person wore a tactical hat and goggles, slowly raising his gun.
He was handsome, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, but his expression was somewhat cold. Behind the yellow goggles were a pair of sharp eyes.
If one were to use adjectives to describe his gaze, the word "razor-sharp" would be fitting. In any case, it was sharp, remarkably calm and sharp.
When Emily saw him, her entire brain went blank.
The fourth athlete Austyn's gun movement was standard, and after aiming at the center, he pulled the trigger, then lowered his arm, and throughout the process, the gun barrel was extremely steady, with almost no shaking.
As if deliberately making Emily's prediction wrong, the reading showed his score to be 10.9 rings.
The audience suddenly burst into applause and cheers, with many girls shouting his name. As a result, the name Austyn kept echoing in Emily's ear.
Emily turned pale and looked down at the information passed to her by the director. The fourth athlete, Austyn, twenty years old, won the gold medal in the Asian Shooting Championships three years ago.
She originally thought it was a case of having the same name, but after seeing his face, she was completely hopeless.
He actually returned to the country, when did that happen?
Simon, who was sitting next to her, saw Emily's silence and snatched the information over, starting to introduce Austyn. The director also looked at Emily strangely.
The first group of competition quickly ended, and the second group began immediately. Emily regained her composure and continued to report the results, with a smooth and natural voice, and many memorable phrases.
As soon as the camera switched to Austyn's close-up, Emily looked away. The rest of the broadcast went smoothly without any mistakes. The qualifying scores were not included in the finals due to the recent rule changes in the Olympic Games, and the National Games followed suit. So after the qualification round, there was a brief break before the finals.
When the director temporarily cut the signal, Simon looked at Emily with a sly smile, "Intern, did you forget your lines and blank out?" Emily knew that there was no point in explaining anything. She simply took something out of her pocket and placed it in front of Simon. Simon took a look and his eyes widened a bit. It was a national second-class shooting athlete certificate. "I didn't forget my lines, and I promise I won't make this mistake again.” Emily said. "But don't give me that 'you don't understand sports' look." Emily had worked hard to practice ten-meter air rifle shooting in order to score higher on the college entrance exam, earning her the national second-class athlete certificate.
Today, she was temporarily assigned to be a sports commentator and dressed in a smart sportswear to fit in. She had just happened to find the certificate in her pocket. Did they think she was an ignorant girl who knew nothing about sports? What a joke. Simon was embarrassed and pushed the certificate back towards Emily, "I'm sorry." Ignoring him, Emily focused all her attention on Austyn on the field. It was him, after all. Five years had passed, and he had grown a little taller, but he hadn't changed in any other way. He still had the same clear temperament, and he still seemed to tower above everyone else.
Emily suddenly longed for the moment when she would reunite with Austyn. After their breakup, she had spent the past five years studying, taking exams, practicing shooting, and studying in the library. She had gone from being a naive girl to a goddess, all for this day when she could look down on him and say calmly, "I'm doing better without you."
The break was over, and the finals began. The finals used an elimination format where one athlete was eliminated in each round. The last two athletes standing would then compete in a head-to-head battle for the championship and runner-up titles. This format increased the element of chance, and it was possible to go from leading the pack to falling to the bottom with a single mistake. Additionally, the final results were precise to 0.1...
