The black cloud will linger around your head once formed;

When they all had stopped playing around and became serious, they all stood at their respective places to have some test shots. The production crew was ignored completely once again and they are fine with it this time.

The archery range was a symphony of concentration and muted conversations as the competitors took their positions. The air was filled with the tension of the upcoming competition, each participant focused on their technique, their breathing, and the target ahead. The production crew, once the center of attention, now faded into the background, their presence a mere footnote to the athletes' preparation.

Wei Feng, the enigmatic archer whose reputation preceded her, stood among her peers, her posture relaxed yet commanding. Her presence was a catalyst for both excitement and anxiety, stirring the competitive spirit of those around her.

" By the way, Sister, Who are those people?", one of the people who are practicing with Wei Feng asked.

Wei Feng's only response was a serene smile as she drew her bowstring back with practiced ease. The arrow flew, hitting the bullseye with a satisfying thud, her silence speaking volumes more than words ever could.

Are you gonna ignore us?" another voice chimed in, a hint of jest in the tone.

"Do you guys wanna know the trick I use to win?" Wei Feng asked, her voice calm and even, as if discussing the weather rather than her coveted secrets of success.

Eyes widened, and the atmosphere shifted from casual banter to rapt attention. "Yeah, finally the great goddess, Zhan Wei Feng, took pity on mortals like us. Tell, tell," the crowd urged, leaning in closer.

"You guys are too noisy," Wei Feng retorted with a smirk, turning back to her practice. Her dismissal was gentle, yet it carried an undercurrent of authority that none dared to question.

???

She and her mouth...

Doesn't she know that being like this may make people hate us. I really have no words to say about why she is created like that...

As the competitors continued their practice, the clock struck 10:30, signaling a pause in the activities. A volunteer, distinguishable by his tag and the red flag in his hand, made his way across the field. The sight of the flag brought the practice to a halt, and the archers converged to collect their arrows, their chatter filling the air with a mix of strategy and friendly jibes.

"He Jun, you're surely gonna get beaten up by your girlfriend. Look at you, all the arrows you shot in this set were in the outer rings. If this continues, forget about the Finals, you won't be in the qualifiers," a girl teased as she plucked arrows from the target.

"Don't underestimate me. I'll go have a few chocolates, and I'll be okay before the rounds," He Jun replied with a grin, unfazed by the ribbing.

"Let me see your face! Aiya... You have a big mouth and eyes. No wonder, you can talk big, dream big," the girl continued, her laughter mingling with the others'.

The playful banter was a testament to the camaraderie among the competitors, a shared understanding that beneath the rivalry lay a deep respect for one another's passion and skill.

[ Looks like the saying Birds of the same feather flock together is true.]

[ I really thank God that all my friends are normal.]

[ Young lady, Did that witty Wei Feng taught you?]

[ I really want to know what is this show about? Isn't it supposed to show the life of a star? But looks like we are learning to be witty..]

[ !!!Kids who are innocent so far are strictly prohibited from watching this show!!!]

[ To be Frank, I never saw a celebrity who is this open. ]

[ I must say, she look quite a professional.]

[ Didn't you hear their previous conversation, They said she bags all the gold leaving nothing to them. That means she is professional.]

[ No, I don't totally agree with you. She said others still have silver and bronze medals to run far.]

[ Sorry, I just came during my break]

[ @dewandnewantifan, Should I be happy and grateful for her generous heart?]

[ You really know how to have fun....]

"But I don't understand why and how my girlfriend knows what I said to Wei Feng while we talk?" He Jun pondered aloud, his confusion evident.

The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the archers mulled over the possibility of eavesdropping or perhaps a more innocuous explanation.

"Remember we talked about asking her to tell us what categories she is participating in, and I jokingly said that if she let me win, I would be grateful as I would fulfill my promise to my girlfriend?" He Jun recounted, seeking confirmation from his peers.

" After the last set,my girlfriend called and she gave me a short lecture saying, if I am capable, I will win if not asked me to try and stop begging someone to stop their competence. As you know she is a shooter and she even said, if only I compete with someone strong, I will grow strong."

" What's wrong in that? Isn't that what every sportsmanship teaches us?", one asked He Jun.

" Heck to her lecture, I know that for myself, if not do you think, I still dare to come and compete against this devil. But question is how the hell she knew what I was talking. She is not here. She is probably at her academy."

[ Oh my poor man, Your girlfriend heard this as well.]

[ Probably, She fell for Wei Feng than you. Wei Feng, Are you going to be a reason for someone's break up?]

Nods of agreement followed, but the mystery remained unsolved until a voice from the waiting line offered a clue. "For that, you should blame a certain someone who you just begged."

The familiar voice caused Wei Feng to turn, her expression shifting from amusement to annoyance as she laid eyes on a face she wished to avoid. The man's smile was met with a steely gaze, a silent battle of wills unfolding between them.

He smiled at her. Wei Feng who was experiencing a mixed emotions closed her eyes and took a deep breath to restrain herself to act rashly.

"Hello Ms. Zhan, we met again," he greeted, his words laced with an unwelcome familiarity.

But the last bit of rationality and control she was trying to control broke at that single sentence. Didn't she say stop appearing in front of her and forget about meeting her. Is he here to pick fights. If so, let him come at her. Looks like he really needs a good beating. No problem, she will do it for him for free of cost and let him regret picking fights.

Wei Feng's patience frayed at the edges, her composure slipping as she faced the unwelcome intruder. The control she had maintained was now at its breaking point, her mind racing with thoughts of confrontation and the desire to put an end to the unwanted encounters.

The tension was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to envelop the range. The competitors watched with bated breath, sensing the storm brewing between the two figures.

As the standoff continued, the archers returned to their positions, the sound of bowstrings and arrows a reminder of the competition that lay ahead. The range was once again a place of focus and determination, each participant vying for a chance at glory, with Wei Feng at the heart of it all, her talent undeniable, her spirit unbreakable.