After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Six years later.

Bacilia World Shooting Championships, women's skeet final.

"Bang bang."

As the contestants quickly turned around, two clouds of colored smoke floated over the fan-shaped shooting range.

"We won, we won."

"Chinese player Song Lingyan won the women's skeet championship at this year's World Championships with a world-record-breaking result."

"This is already her fourth gold medal at this World Championships."

"Following the women's 25-meter pistol rapid fire, she won the women's skeet grand slam."

"Let us congratulate Song Lingyan and the Chinese shooting team."

"I hope our country's sharpshooters will continue their efforts and achieve better results in the next competitions!"

At the end of the game, the commentator's impassioned voice echoed in everyone's ears.

There was great joy inside and outside the stadium, and the Tobacco Leaf fans sang and danced to celebrate their idol's victory.

The new movie star Ji Yanze was among them, dancing a hot and exciting samba dance with local beauties, which attracted special attention from netizens. The intensity even surpassed that of athletes who won gold medals at the World Championships.

"Yanyan, congratulations."

After the athletes left the field, Wu Meng, the beautiful reporter in charge of on-site reporting from the Central Sports Station, relied on her own advantages and rushed to the forefront of the corridor to conduct on-site interviews.

"Four years ago, due to a heart disease, I fainted on the field. I lost the gold medal in the women's skeet World Championships and failed to win the Grand Slam in this event."

"After four years of hard training, you finally achieved your wish today. How do you feel? Do you want to tell your fans who have always supported you?"

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"Thank you everyone for supporting me."

Song Lingyan faced the camera, smiled and waved, sincerely expressing her gratitude: "Time flies so fast. Four years have passed. From missing the gold medal in the last World Championships to winning the Grand Slam in this World Championships, it is everyone who Their love and care has supported me and has persisted to this day.”

"Yanyan."

Wu Meng held up the microphone and asked tentatively: "At this World Championships, the women's skeet competition is over. Will you quit like the women's 25-meter pistol rapid fire event and no longer participate in international competitions?"

"It's not up to me to decide whether to retire."

Song Lingyan faced it with a smile and said frankly: "It depends on the younger generation of our country, like the women's 25-meter pistol rapid fire, whether new people will emerge and pass on the advantages of this project."

"You mean..."

Wu Meng's eyes lit up, and she was secretly happy: "As long as there is no newcomer to take over and win the championship in the World Series, you will keep competing?"

"Yes."

Song Lingyan was in high spirits and solemnly made a promise: "As long as the motherland needs me, I will keep competing."

"It's great. With the promise of the God of Smoke, the tobacco leaves can finally feel at ease."

Wu Meng faced the camera, raised her arms excitedly and cheered loudly: "At least before the next Olympics, everyone doesn't have to worry about the idol retiring."

[The motherland needs me, and I will keep competing! 】

[The God of Smoke is indeed our God! 】

【We were so moved! 】

【We'll support you forever! 】

In the live broadcast room, people were so moved that there were thousands of comments in support of the idol's continued competition, and the news quickly became a hot search topic.

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"elder sister."

Song Lingrui, wearing the uniform of the national shooting team, climbed over the guardrail and jumped off the auditorium.

As he approached, the nineteen-year-old boy piously unfolded the national flag and draped it on his sister.

"Ling Rui, come closer and take a photo with your sister."

Wu Meng's eyes lit up when she saw the close interaction between the siblings, and she motioned to the cameraman to pull the camera closer.

"Good!" Song Lingrui turned sideways very cooperatively, and the two brothers put their hands on their sister's shoulders.

Song Lingyan raised her eyes and looked at the young man who had grown up and was a head taller than herself, feeling a little regretful.

My brother has grown up, and I can no longer pat him on the head wantonly and tease him playfully.

"OK!"

"Perfect, so perfect."

"Both siblings were smiling happily. This photo is so beautiful and can be called a classic."

After Wu Meng took the photo, she kept praising it, which made Song Lingrui feel happy.

"Ling Rui, congratulations to you. In the men's skeet team competition, you cooperated with your teammates to win the bronze medal in this event, and reached the finals with the top four individual scores."

Wu Meng was worthy of being a professional reporter. He lost no time in pointing the microphone at Song Lingrui: "In the men's individual finals that are about to begin, are you confident that you can perform exceptionally well and compete for medals?"

"Yes, there must be."

Song Lingrui grinned and looked at the camera with a smile as bright as the sun: "No matter how you say it, I am also the younger brother of the God of Smoke. At critical times, I must not embarrass my sister."

"What are you talking about?"

Song Lingyan rolled her eyes at him and scolded with a smile: "Athletes participate in competitions to bring glory to the motherland, not for my sister."

"Sister is right."

Song Lingrui was very talkative and quickly changed his words: "As a member of the Chinese shooting team, we must go all out in the competition, strive for the best results, serve the motherland, and repay the coaches for their kindness."

"That's pretty much it."

Song Lingyan smiled and teased: "I hope you can be as smooth as your tongue when competing on the field."

"Hahaha."

Wu Meng was amused. She held up the microphone and laughed out loud without caring about her image.

"Hey, let me borrow some good words from my sister."

Song Lingrui quickly kept up with the rhythm. He was not ashamed, but proud of it: "Look at it, old guys, it's up to me. No matter what today, I have to shoot down the medal."

"it is good!"

Wu Meng smiled and cheered: "We at Ling Rui are ambitious and don't have stage fright. When we participate in the world competition for the first time, we have the same demeanor as the God of Smoke."

"Let's go, let's go get ready."

Song Lingrui laughed happily and doubled his confidence: "See you in the finals."

"come on!"

Wu Meng raised her arms and made a cheering gesture.

"Thank you, Sister Meng."

Song Lingrui waved towards the camera and ran back to the athletes' rest area like a gust of wind.

"This guy."

Song Lingyan smiled and shook her head, pretending to be dissatisfied: "The competition is about to start, and it's still so exciting and not stable at all."

"Sister Yan seems to be scolding Ling Rui, but she is actually happy inside."

Wu Meng smiled and joked: "This is the proud disciple you taught yourself. He is closer than your own brother."

"He is not my apprentice."

Song Lingyan quickly defended: "Coach Enlightenment is standing over there. I don't dare to compete with him as a disciple."

"Hahaha."

Wu Meng followed her gaze and saw Coach Ge standing at the exit of the corridor with a round belly, looking at them with a smile.

Thank you little fairy Fengwu Jiutiancong for your monthly vote.

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