I Quit Showbiz for Ski Jumping [Competitive Sports]

[New novel: The Sickly Beauty Slays with Chinese Poetry has passed 100,000 words! Come check it out!] Have you ever heard the wind whistle shrilly? It was like the eagle's cry in Ling Fang's dream, high above the sacred mountain in his homeland in his previous life. As he raced down a steep, 40-degree ski slope, rapidly accelerating to the limit of human-powered movement on snow, 110 kilometers per hour, his ears could hear it at that speed, fast enough for a car to drive on a highway. Amid that marvelous sound, Ling Fang felt the beat of his blood pounding against his heart. Facing the fierce wind and blazing sun, he leaped into the air But that was his previous life. Ling Fang was the only member of the national ski jumping team with a chance of making it through the Olympic qualifying rounds in the large hill event. Injured and forced to withdraw just before the competition, he died while saving someone, then was reborn in his childhood as a child star, dazzling the world. But all he wanted was to compete on the large hill. His fans and haters alike did their research and learned that only a few hundred athletes in the world were registered in this extreme sport! The takeoff point was at least 80 meters above the ground, the height of a thirty-story building by ordinary standards. You just threw yourself down from there? If you survived the landing, you'd be lucky! What a child's fantasy! people declared. But Ling Fang longed to see the icy snow gleam in the dazzling sunlight as he reached the highest point of his flight. It shone like the cold glint of the Sword of Damocles, waiting for every insignificant yet sincere human being to embrace it with all their might. His dream was the same in his previous life and this one: he wanted to represent his country and stand on the international podium for ski jumping's large hill event. Ski jumping, one of the least-known Olympic sports. The ultimate extreme sport, and the most romantic expression of human-powered flight. A feel-good story. Please add it to your reading list! New novel now available! The Sickly Beauty Draws a Sword from a Poem Bad news: Lately, survival-adventure livestream shows have all become formulaic, and making money is hard. Word has it a beauty streamer recently shot to the top of the rankings on a certain platform. His ID is Xie Tinghen. Looking at the cover, he's certainly beautiful, but he looks like he could drop dead at any moment. Curious viewers tune in to find a frail beauty with pale lips and long hair cascading like raven feathers. Inside a small civilian spacecraft fleeing for its life, piercing alarms blare all around him, yet he sits calmly with a pen, writing. [...I came in and he's writing a farewell letter?] [He really is gorgeous. Tsk, what a gimmick. Hurry up and flirt with your fans so they can crowdfund your ransom!] [Beautiful boy! I'll tentatively put one toe in and call you hubby~] [I've been watching for three days and have mixed feelings. Especially wishing the person above me good luck (.)] With everyone watching, the sickly beauty finished writing, tapped the page with his slender, pale fingertip, and leisurely read the words to his viewers: "Where can I find a Heaven-reaching sword, to cross the sea and slay the giant whale? This is a poem by the great Li Taibai." [What? Why aren't you rushing to a lifepod at a time like this? You spent all that time writing just a few words?] Xie Tinghen paid no attention to the chat. He lowered his eyes to the ancient, elegant sword that had taken shape from the poem in his hand. This is our first time meeting. Do your best. The young man's wrist looked so slender as he held the sword that it was hard to believe he could lift it. His features were refined and graceful, his gaze as gentle as spring water. His wrist moved slightly A brilliant flash of swordlight illuminated the dark sea and sky. The enormous pirate ship, powerful enough to control a small country, split neatly in two. [...He's a total badass...] [Listen to my knees! Tell me that wasn't the smoothest kneel ever!] [S-shaking in fear...] The many kinds of swords that dwelled in ancient poems and songs had been famous across the land for thousands of years, celebrated by countless people. In the post-disaster era, the lands of China were impossibly far away. Xie Tinghen transmigrated here. To survive and protect the heirs of civilization, he sought the wisdom of the great ancestors and asked to borrow their poetry swords! "...How moving. You're so brave." The tall, stern visitor set a fruit basket beside the hospital bed and mechanically clapped like a seal, his expression blank and his presence icy. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The sickly beauty weakly pressed a hand to his chest and fell back, expertly playing the victim. "Next time, I really won't help anyone else!" Next time for sure! Please add it to your reading list! Coming soon: Interstellar Variety Show Producer Xiang Han transmigrated to the interstellar era. He discovered that his country was weak in the entertainment industry. There was nothing to be done: it had all been abandoned during the great migration of civilization. Then he checked his own account and found that he was in debt. Xiang Han lowered his eyes and pondered. He decided to start with variety shows, the ultimate combination of modern entertainment's biggest hooks, funniest moments, and most satisfying thrills! 1. With no startup funds, he recruited ordinary people for a dating show. Interstellar viewers: "Why do we need a show to find a partner?" After the show aired, viewers: "Is contestant number four just trying to rack up points? She's definitely here to scam a rich guy! Contestant number three, the little mermaid, is so dumb, I cried watching her. Don't hold me back, I'm going to beat her up in real life!" 2. When a major platform copied his dating show and poached the contestants with huge offers, Xiang Han stayed unfazed and made Interstellar 101. Before it aired, interstellar viewers: "What a bunch of nobodies! Who'd watch over a hundred amateurs nobody's heard of?" After it aired, interstellar viewers: "Oh my god, I can't go on if the bottom ten are eliminated today! Aaaah, why? Xiang Han rigged the results!" "Get out of the way! Yesterday, the second princess of T Country publicly said she supports my fave competing for Center! PD Xiang is a god forever!" 3. When experts criticized his new show for lacking cultural depth, Xiang Han thought it over and brought out a show proposal the next day. It was called Tracing Our Roots: China's Treasures. Expert so-and-so: "PD Xiang, join us and help set the record straight for all civilizations!" The government of Country so-and-so: "We cordially invite PD Xiang to take part in our search for ancient Earth." Interstellar netizens: "Don't listen to them. PD Xiang needs to keep being the god of variety shows!!!" A passionate tale of an ordinary interstellar citizen's rise to success, and a dazzling light in the interstellar entertainment industry! [This is a hardworking author who types away! My completed entertainment-industry fluff is in my profile. My next novel is a sweet fantasy, and there's also a sports novel coming soon. They're all in my profile, so please add whichever suits your taste to your reading list!] Theme: Make it to the Winter Olympics finals and climb to the peak of extreme winter sports