After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 20

20: Bullseye

At this moment, Yan Yuzhen and her partner reached the finish line. After jumping up in celebration of their victory—nearly toppling Jin Shuo in the process—she finally calmed down and looked back.

Over there, Dai Yuchen was still dragging Nie Sijun along with great difficulty. He made no effort to adjust his pace to match hers, relying solely on brute force to pull the woman, who was no match for him, forward. It seemed he was determined to make up for his mistake in the previous round, putting all his strength into it, his face flushed red.

Nie Sijun had completely given up resisting, like a ragdoll tied to him.

Yan Yuzhen clicked her tongue in annoyance before turning her gaze to the other side.

There, she saw two blue-and-white lumps rolling on the ground, unable to stand up.

Yan Yuzhen: “?”

What on earth were they doing?

The live chat had already exploded with laughter.

Comment 1: “Hey, is anyone going to stop them? At this rate, they’re going to roll their way to the finish line.”

Comment 2: “I’ve never seen such a ‘coordinated’ three-legged race. Absolutely brilliant. Applause!”

Comment 3: “Witnessing the mathematical phenomenon where one plus one equals negative infinity in my lifetime—I can die in peace.”

Comment 4: “I can’t stop laughing. My stomach hurts. Help.”

Comment 5: “Is there a chance—just a chance—that these two are using this as an excuse to flirt?”

Comment 6: “No way. Look at Qingqing’s serious expression. She genuinely wants to win.”

Comment 7: “And is genuinely incapable of standing up.”

Comment 8: “Qin Que’s face is screaming—‘Save me!’—while she keeps cushioning Yan Qing’s falls. This isn’t ‘emotionally detached.’ She’s just a lovesick fool. I’m crying.”

Comment 9: “Thanks, I’ve always been a lovesick fool dreaming of marriage. Watching Dai Yuchen cured me.”

Comment 10: “Does Dai Yuchen have anger issues? He looks terrifying. Poor Nie Sijun.”

Comment 11: “In an unnoticed corner, the instant-noodle couple once again proved their worth. They’re the champions!”

Comment 12: “But they were cold-shouldering each other the whole time. Next.”

By the time Dai Yuchen and Nie Sijun reached the finish line, Qin Que and Yan Qing still had a short distance left.

Mi Sike, watching the two stubbornly pick themselves up yet again, kindly reminded them, “Uh, ladies, the first and second places have already been decided. You don’t have to finish the race—you’ll be counted as third.”

Yan Qing brushed the grass off her clothes, a smile on her face but determination in her eyes. “No. Losing is one thing, but we have to finish.”

If the first fall had merely piqued her competitive spirit, the subsequent tumbles had turned it into full-blown stubbornness.

Mi Sike glanced at Qin Que, hoping she would talk some sense into Yan Qing. After all, falling so many times would frustrate even the most patient person, especially when their partner refused to give up.

But the young alpha showed no trace of impatience. She simply lowered her head, deep in thought.

Mi Sike thought she was considering how to persuade Yan Qing. Instead, after a moment, Qin Que gently said, “Let’s walk slower. If we take it step by step, it’ll be harder to fall.”

Yan Qing looked at the woman who had rolled in the dirt with her. Qin Que’s dark eyes shimmered softly under the sunlight, like a clear mountain spring, effortlessly dousing the fire in her heart.

What’s going on here?

She realized that, without even noticing, she always acted a bit more willful when she was with Qin Que.

Was this another side effect of marking? When facing someone carrying her own scent, was it just easier to let her guard down?

Or was it simply that Qin Que was too easy to bully—as if she had no temper at all when it came to her?

Yan Qing let out a soft sigh. This time, her smile was genuine as she once again tightened her grip on the alpha’s hand.

“Okay. Let’s take it slow.”

With their pace slowed, everything became more manageable. Qin Que and Yan Qing carefully inched their way to the finish line.

Everyone present—along with the millions of viewers in the livestream—watched the two hobble forward, holding their breath with each unsteady step, as if witnessing a nail-biting competition.

When they finally crossed the finish line, even Dai Yuchen couldn’t help but applaud.

“We…” Before Qin Que could finish her sentence, the warmth crashing into her arms completely short-circuited her brain.

Yan Qing hugged her briefly—so lightly that Qin Que barely had time to react before she pulled away, her smile brighter than the morning sun. “Thank you.”

Humming a tune, the woman walked off, leaving Qin Que frozen in place like a statue.

She swore she wasn’t overthinking it. In fact, she couldn’t think at all right now.

“Wow, I don’t know why,” Yan Yuzhen, who had been watching nearby, grinned and winked at her, “but Sister Yan looks super happy.”

By the time Mi Sike announced the third event, Qin Que’s mind was still in a daze.

“The third event—Bullseye Archery!”

In Bullseye Archery, one team member would wear a target while the other stood five meters away and shot arrows at it. Each team had five attempts, and rankings were determined by the number of hits.

Qin Que floated like a ghost to the gathering point, her brain stuck in an endless loop of one question—Why did Yan Qing hug me?

She glanced at Yan Qing, only to find the woman enthusiastically testing a colorful bow, drawing and releasing the string with practiced ease.

Yan Qing had clearly received professional archery training. Though the bow in her hands looked like a child’s toy, her posture was impeccable—back straight, movements fluid and powerful. It was a sight to behold.

It seemed she had already forgotten about that fleeting hug.

Maybe it wasn’t a big deal.

Qin Que recalled how Yan Qing would affectionately ruffle Yan Yuzhen’s hair or comfort Nie Sijun with an arm around her shoulders.

That hug was probably just a spur-of-the-moment reward, not because Qin Que was special in any way.

She smiled awkwardly, realizing she had overreacted.

Then she felt happy again.

If Yan Qing was happy, then she must have done something right.

So when Mi Sike asked which of them would wear the target, Qin Que raised her hand without hesitation.

“Hmm? Don’t you want to try?” Yan Qing offered her the bow. “It’s not as good as a real one, but it’s still fun.”

Qin Que shook her head with a smile, strapping the target to her chest. “I’ve never practiced. You should do it.”

That was a lie. During her lowest moments, she had even worked as an extra playing an archer in war dramas. She wasn’t as skilled as Yan Qing, but she was definitely better than the average person.

“Hmm…” Yan Qing narrowed her eyes at her, watching until Qin Que guiltily averted her gaze. Then, with a light chuckle, she said, “Thanks. I’ll do my best.”

Qin Que nodded obediently. “Okay.”

Yan Yuzhen went first. She had no prior experience, but she had the strength—grunting as she pulled the bowstring taut like a seasoned sniper.

The girl smirked, squinting one eye with exaggerated intensity.

Qin Que saw Jin Shuo’s lips twitch in the distance, a drop of sweat rolling down her temple.

“Ha!”

With a shout, Yan Yuzhen released the string. The arrow whistled through the air—

And landed three meters away from Jin Shuo in the grass.

“What?! I totally aimed properly!” Unwilling to accept defeat, Yan Yuzhen puffed her cheeks and shot again.

This one missed by even more.

Yan Qing and Qin Que knew this was normal. For beginners, just getting the arrow to fly straight was an achievement.

But Yan Yuzhen wasn’t having it. After three increasingly wayward shots, she started blaming her partner.

“Jin Shuo, stop shaking! I can’t aim!”

Jin Shuo thought, Even if I stood still, you’d still miss by a mile. But arguing with Yan Yuzhen now was unwise—especially when she was the one wearing the target.

She could only stiffen her body and mutter, “Got it.”

Through their “teamwork,” the final arrow finally grazed the edge of the target, the magnet at its tip sticking with a thud. At least it wasn’t a complete shutout.

Jin Shuo, watching Yan Yuzhen celebrate in the distance, sighed and plopped down on the grass.

Next up were Qin Que and Yan Qing.

Yan Qing waved the bow at Qin Que, who was already in position. “Don’t be scared.”

Qin Que smiled and nodded.

The woman’s expression turned serious as she nocked the arrow and took aim.

There was no trace of her usual playfulness in those eyes—only the sharp focus of a predator locking onto its prey.

Qin Que’s heartbeat quickened. Even though she knew the arrow couldn’t hurt her, she couldn’t help but tense up.

She remembered a character Yan Qing had once played—a gorgeously dressed woman drawing a heavy horn bow, her fair wrist flashing beneath fluttering sleeves as she loosed an arrow through her traitorous lover’s heart.

Back then, Qin Que had wondered why the lover didn’t flee or resist. Now, standing in their shoes, she understood—it was the only fitting ending.

The lover must have been just as captivated by her beauty, believing death at her hands was a worthy fate.

Whoosh!

The arrow traced a smooth arc through the air, about to sail past Qin Que.

The alpha, who had been staring intently at the arrow, suddenly sidestepped.

Thud!

Bullseye.