What If Venti Started Out at the Wine Factory

After everything had settled down, the idle Venti asked the Traveler to send him to another world for a vacation. But because he wasn't very good at operating it, he stepped straight into a space-time rift and fell into an unknown world.

Unable to contact the Traveler, Venti decided to settle down there, taking the principle of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" to heart.

A vacation is a vacation, no matter where you are, right?

What Venti didn't expect was that, despite wanting nothing more than to quietly laze around on vacation, he'd later be forced into the main plot of this world and end up even busier than he had been in Mondstadt...

[Interview:

Question for the victim, Mr. W: How does it feel to drift through a space-time rift?

Mr. W, who wishes to remain anonymous: Thanks for asking. It feels just like the old man kicking me all the way back to Mondstadt.

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[Highlight]: A story about Venti playing dumb every day in the Detective Conan world. This is basically self-indulgent fanfic. I couldn't find anything to read, so I wrote this. The entire police academy group gets saved. Please don't scrutinize most of the details too closely, qwq. Anything that differs from the original is an original setting. It's probably a story where I just do whatever I want (lies down).

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Here's an original upcoming story. If you're interested, please check it out in my profile.

"I'm Actually the Ziwei Star [Figure Skating]"

Wen Xing was a child who ran away from an orphanage.

There was never enough food or warm clothing there, and beatings came without warning. The director also kept pointing at him and calling him a jinx.

He gritted his teeth and ran away, but collapsed on the road and was taken in by a figure skating club coach.

The coach had no wife or children and had spent his whole life focused on his career. He hadn't planned to raise Wen Xing either. But by chance, he discovered Wen Xing had an astonishing talent for figure skating, and immediately changed his attitude.

"Do you want to be able to eat your fill and stay warm from now on?" he coaxed.

When Wen Xing instinctively nodded, the coach reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Good! From now on, you'll train with me and learn to skate!"

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Everyone knew that Huaguo was a wasteland for figure skating. The country's singles skaters might as well have just gone out there to make up the numbers.

Then a boy burst onto the scene. In his first appearance at the World Junior Championships, he crushed skaters from every country with his unmatched technical ability.

How long had it been since a Chinese men's singles skater stood on that podium?

Now, not only had he ended that embarrassing drought in his very first competition, he'd achieved an incredible result no one had expected. He'd won gold on his debut!

Countless reporters swarmed around him, their questions blending into one another until it was almost impossible to tell who was saying what. Faced with such a scene for the first time, the boy seemed a little awkward as he answered the questions he could hear, one by one.

"When did I start skating? When I was six."

"The quadruple loop? I started doing it a while ago."

"My relationship with Liu Yue? Brother Liu Yue takes good care of me."

Wen Xing paused at the last question.

"My name?"

Unlike his slightly stiff demeanor before, his voice was clear and open as he answered, his eyes sparkling.

He had a delicate, clean-cut face, yet his words were bold and unrestrained.

"My coach told me..."

"The Xing in my name means the Ziwei Star."

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Wen Xing was still young and inexperienced when he won his first championship.

But soon, after winning his first World Championships title upon moving up to the senior division, he was already at ease in interviews. At the same time, one issue began to stand out.

Among figure skating fans, he was mockingly dubbed "the skater least likely to be called an artistic jellyfish."

This could be taken as praise for his impressive technique, or as a way of saying even a dog would shake its head at his artistry. Of course, with the current scoring system, it didn't really matter beyond the occasional joke online.

A reporter once brought up the nickname during an interview, but Wen Xing didn't respond at the time. He just smiled and let it pass.

Was he content with it? No, he wasn't.

Just because artistry wasn't essential to winning didn't mean he could give up on it.

Although his performance skills were still lacking, his flexibility was unprecedented among male skaters.

That alone was enough to turn things around.

So when Wen Xing competed in his first Olympics, everyone was astonished to discover that this Ziwei Star, whom they'd embraced so wholeheartedly after waiting so long for him, had given them yet another surprise.

His blades cut across the ice. Dressed in an ice-blue costume, the boy drew the audience into his performance with his extraordinary artistry.

Perfect music interpretation. Perfect choreography. Perfect technique.

He gave the audience a magnificent visual feast, and with his skill, personally overturned that slightly rueful nickname.

He truly did it:

He danced on the ice.

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He was the first flower to bloom in the wasteland in many years,

and the star suspended high in the heavens, forever gazing down with pride.

Theme: Whether or not the journey is perfect, at its end you'll see distant mountains, rivers, and seas