Chapter 19: Refuse to Give Up Your Seat? Then I'll Bury You!

After a brief exchange between the swimming coach and the shooting coach, an important announcement was made.

Wang Xiaoming was about to join the swimming team and had already participated in two days of swimming competitions.

The team members were stunned—what exactly was Wang Xiaoming’s identity that made their coach compromise so easily?

At the same time, they began to worry: whose spot was Wang Xiaoming taking?

Though substitute players could replace official members during competitions, that was only in emergencies—when a main player had an issue. No one was injured or incapacitated now, and no one was willing to give up such a hard-earned opportunity.

This created an awkward atmosphere.

When Coach Wang Mu announced the news, the room fell silent; no one spoke. Everyone knew that whoever spoke first would become the prime target for consideration.

But Wang Xiaoming felt no psychological burden—after all, he was an assassin.

An assassin was a refined egoist.

His foremost concern was himself, not others losing their chance to compete.

Coach Wang Mu hesitated. These players had been chosen as competitors from the start. He looked over them carefully and focused on one player.

Before Coach Wang Mu could say anything, that player grew anxious.

“Don’t even think about it, and don’t look at me—I won’t give up my spot!”

“Don’t think you’re so great just because you’ve won a few gold medals!”

“I can still win gold without you!”

With that, he turned his back and strode straight toward the training hall’s exit.

Coach Wang Mu called out after him, “Ye Cai, what are you saying? You’re not training anymore?”

“No training. I’m going back to sleep.”

Nearby, Wang Xiaoming overheard Pan Zhanle and a shooting team member whispering.

“Better to let him give up the spot to Ming Ge. Honestly, he’s just here to polish his image.”

Only then did Wang Xiaoming learn that Ye Cai was truly here just for show—he was the son of a high-ranking official in the Sports Bureau, here merely to make an appearance and soak in the Olympic atmosphere.

Winning medals was a bonus; not winning didn’t matter. After all, he wasn’t a key player.

Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly. So, there was a target.

Coach Wang Mu looked a little embarrassed. “You see, this situation is…,” he began, then glanced at the remaining main team members.

“Actually, Wang Xiaoming was specially sent here to help us win the championship. Who’s willing to give up their spot?”

Everyone hesitated. This concerned their own honor; no one was willing.

But Wang Xiaoming waved his hand generously, “It’s fine, I don’t need you to.”

He then pointed toward where Ye Cai had left. “I believe he’ll give it to me.”

Hearing this, everyone thought it fanciful. Ye Cai was known more as a carefree rich kid who ignored orders. His skills were weak, so no one took him seriously. Yet, after all, he was the son of a leader.

Could this actually work?

After speaking, Wang Xiaoming greeted everyone and left with the shooting team.

Coach Wang Mu sighed watching him go. He felt he had to talk to Ye Cai.

After all, this person might have an even bigger background than Ye Cai…

On the way back, Zhao An and others asked Wang Xiaoming if Ye Cai would really give up the spot.

Wang Xiaoming patted them on the shoulder and assured them to relax.

How he would manage it was his own business.

Meanwhile, Ye Cai returned to his dorm, flopped onto his bed, and fumed over what had just happened.

Wang Xiaoming! Some nobody, yet trying to steal his thunder!

Did he not know who he was?

He was here to win gold!

And now he wanted Ye Cai’s spot!

Who did he think he was, acting so high and mighty just because he’d won a few shooting gold medals?

The thought made Ye Cai furious.

He couldn’t believe his teammates didn’t speak up for him.

“Hmph, when I win gold, I’ll slap it right in their faces!”

“Want my spot? Even if I die here—jumping off and breaking my neck—I won’t give it up!”

Just as he was brooding, his phone rang.

It was his father.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up? Calling to cheer me on?”

But no sooner had he said this than he was scolded over the phone.

“I sent you to the Olympics to broaden your horizons and pave the way for your career, not to cause trouble!”

Ye Cai was confused. “Dad, what did I do?”

“Trouble? What just happened?”

“Just now… some shooting team member wanted to join the swimming competition and take my spot, and I…”

Before he could finish, his father barked, “Give him the spot! Give it to Wang Xiaoming!”

“Did you hear me? Give it to him!”

Ye Cai was stunned. How did his father know about this? And why did he sound so afraid of Wang Xiaoming?

“Dad, why?”

“Why? Don’t ask so many questions!” His father’s tone softened. “You just need to know this person is someone we can’t afford to offend. Got it?”

“Everything he says, you cooperate. Understand? Cooperate!”

“All right, Dad…” Ye Cai answered, shocked.

His father was the second-in-command of the Sports Bureau. Who could make him lose his composure like this?

Could Wang Xiaoming have a more terrifying background?

Ye Cai didn’t dare guess. Though he was arrogant here, he wasn’t a fool.

He knew some people were beyond his reach.

After hanging up, he decided to find Wang Xiaoming himself and give up his spot.

He just hoped for his forgiveness.

But as he opened the dorm door and headed toward the shooting team’s area, rounding the corner, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head.

His vision blurred, and he fainted.

Behind him, a figure slowly emerged—Wang Xiaoming.

“I waited so long, I thought you wouldn’t show,” Wang Xiaoming said, glancing around to make sure there were no cameras.

He tucked away the iron shovel in his hands and dragged Ye Cai up.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’m just going to keep you buried for a few days. Once I finish the competition, I’ll let you go.”

Just as Wang Xiaoming carried Ye Cai a short distance, someone approached, making Wang Xiaoming awkward.

“Xiaoming?”

“Coach Wang Mu?”