Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

The final battle of the tenth season of the Glory Professional League.

With the game entering its final minute, the score remained neck and neck on the giant electronic screen.

Happy. Reincarnation.

The two names represent two completely different eras in the league—one is a newly emerging grassroots team that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the other is a reigning champion that has already established a dynasty.

Everyone knows that after tonight, the Glory Alliance will usher in a new history, or perhaps, continue the era of reincarnation.

In the competition area, Zhou Zekai looked at the screen with a calm gaze.

One Shot Through the Clouds had only a sliver of health left, but he remained calm. His opponent, Lord Grim, was also at his limit, suffering from low health as well.

On the screen, Su Mucheng's Muyu Chengfeng fell, and everyone in Samsara rushed over at the same time, causing a huge cheer from the audience.

It's over, everyone thinks so, Happy's last hope has been shattered.

However, the next second, Lord Grim moved.

Without hesitation or pause, the Thousand Chance Umbrella unfolded, and 3.5 seconds later, Wulang fell one after another.

Zhou Zekai's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't even have time to complete a full counterattack—the gunshot rang out, but he was completely suppressed by an even more intense offensive. He was shot through the clouds and fell to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

In the professional players' section, everyone stood up, because they knew better than anyone what this meant.

Ye Xiu, the man once known as the textbook of Glory, is telling everyone in the most incredible way—he's back.

Before Sun Xiang could react, One Autumn Leaf had just turned around when Lord Grim appeared in front of him. Three seconds later, the spear fell, and the last of his health bars was emptied.

Reincarnation, all members perished.

At 6.5 seconds, the low-health Lord Grim took on three opponents single-handedly.

The scoreboard refreshed, and Team Happy won the team match.

The final score is: Happy 11:9.

Glory Pro League Season 10 Champion – Happy!

The scene erupted in cheers, countless lights shone simultaneously, and countless people shouted that name.

After the competition, the man who had created the miracle did not go to the podium. He simply walked alone into the athletes' tunnel, lit a cigarette, and the rising smoke obscured his expression.

The glory that belonged to Ye Xiu, the legend that belonged to Happy, has finally come to an end.

[The End]

On the day "The King's Avatar" ended, it trended on social media for a full six hours.

The comment section under the hashtag #The King's Avatar is finished# was like a boiling pot, with people crying, cursing, and urging for a new book all crowding together.

Some people posted long reviews, some posted emojis, and the pinned post only had one line of text—

"You old fool, you're finally free."

The comment section was filled with thousands of replies, all of them saying "Waaaaah".

Lin Yuan posted a message on Weibo:

"A new story is being polished and will be released soon."

Within ten minutes of posting, the comment section was already in complete chaos.

@Honor of Kings 10-Year Veteran Player: How long is "soon"?! You need to keep your word!!

@Passerby: It's reasonable to guess that the new book will be a sweet romance. After all, the old man has been in a relationship recently, so he probably won't be able to write anything angsty, right?

@Akina Mountain Old Man's Loyal Fan: The person upstairs is too naive. Romance can still be cruel. This person is ruthless, don't worry.

Just as domestic book fans were still immersed in the emotions of "The King's Avatar" ending, another piece of news suddenly came.

The Shawshank Redemption received multiple Oscar nominations.

The moment the news was announced, domestic and international platforms exploded simultaneously.

The first reaction of Chinese netizens:

"A Best Director nomination? That's incredible speed!"

"While others are still in college dorms at nineteen, he was already walking the Oscars red carpet?"

Overseas moviegoers reacted more directly.

Many people wrote on social media platforms:

"I can't believe this director is only nineteen years old."

"When a story can touch everyone, age no longer matters."

One week later, at Los Angeles Airport.

As Lin Yuan and Gu Zhiwan stepped out of the passage, flashes from cameras around them went off one after another.

The overseas media were already waiting there, microphones shoved in, questions coming one after another, their English laced with barely suppressed excitement:

"Mr. Lin, as the first young Chinese creator nominated for an Oscar for Best Director, what are your thoughts on this work about hope sweeping Hollywood?"

"Mr. Lin, some critics have said that this film has shattered Hollywood's preconceived notions about Chinese films. Do you agree with this assessment?"

Lin Yuan didn't pause, his tone gentle: "The Shawshank Redemption doesn't belong to any one country. Hope is a universal emotion. I simply made this story into a film so that more people can see it."

The reporter wanted to ask more questions, but the agent came up and guided them to leave. Lin Yuan glanced back at Gu Zhiwan, and the two followed into the passage. The noise behind them continued to surge towards them until they were separated by a glass door, at which point it finally quieted down.

Gu Zhiwan sighed and said softly, "It's always like this."

"I'm used to it." Lin Yuan took the small bag from her hand and walked forward.

Gu Zhiwan followed him, turned her head to look at his profile, and couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

The awards ceremony took place at the Dolby Theatre that evening.

Lin Yuan has never cared about grand gestures on the red carpet, but Gu Zhiwan specially commissioned a dress in a deep navy blue with clean shoulder lines, her hair styled up, and her neckline looking beautiful.

He glanced at her and said, "Beautiful."

Gu Zhiwan said, "You too."

The two looked at each other for a second, then walked inside together.

At the entrance to the red carpet, Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman were already waiting, along with Michael Anderson. The four met, shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and then walked side by side onto the red carpet.

Cameras panned in from all directions, and this group photo was captured by overseas media, going viral on social media that day. One comment read, "This is the most important photo Hollywood took tonight."

After they were seated, the camera began to pan across the entire room.

Lin Yuan was given it more than once.

Every time the camera panned over, someone would turn to the side and nod, someone would raise their hand in greeting, and someone would speak directly. He responded to each one, his expression calm and unhurried.

Gu Zhiwan sat down next to him and whispered, "Do you know that person?"

"I've met him once."

"Where is that one?"

"I've never met him, but I've seen his films."

"...How many people do you actually know in this circle?"

"not much."

Gu Zhiwan didn't ask any more questions. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at the stage, occasionally turning her head to look at his profile, where the lights made his features very clear. She thought, this person sitting here seems like he was meant to be here.

Gu Zhiwan turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Are you nervous?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "I'm not nervous."

"Really?"

"Really." He replied casually, "The nomination is already decided; we're just waiting."

Gu Zhiwan looked at him without saying anything, and quietly placed her hand on the back of his hand.

Lin Yuan looked down, intertwined his fingers, and held them together.

The host on stage has begun the opening remarks, applause has erupted, and the lights have come down, signaling the official start of the most important moment of the night.