Chapter 238: Returning in Glory

Thrilling, exhilarating, unparalleled feat!

Qin Yun's performance completely shattered all world records and elevated the bar to a level nearly impossible to achieve.

Countless people went wild at the moment of parachute deployment and jumping into the Black Throat Abyss.

This video was posted on YouTube and within days achieved a staggering number of hundreds of millions of views; Qin Yun's name once again exploded across the internet. His fame reached a level he himself could never have imagined.

On Douyin, TikTok, and Instagram, his social media follower counts began to skyrocket.

Under Red Bull's deliberate promotion, Qin Yun truly became famous worldwide. Especially in the extreme skydiving community, he became a true legend.

The unbelievable precision of five consecutive landings on target at four thousand meters, the extreme maneuver of hitting target on just two jumps at six thousand meters, the ultimate calibration of bearing at thirteen thousand meters, and the insane act of deploying the parachute only two hundred meters above ground—all these turned Qin Yun into a legend of skydiving.

Thus, for an entire half-month, the online clamor gradually subsided, but the skydiving craze sparked by Qin Yun swept across the globe.

Domestically, the Changkong Club suddenly saw a surge in students, as if the national skydiving atmosphere had erupted overnight.

This is just like other competitive fields.

When Chinese athletes won the Olympic skiing championship, it was obvious that skiing would enjoy a boom at home; the same happened when they won the tennis championship.

Only skydiving isn't that ordinary!

Zhoushan, Zhejiang, Qingshan, June 5th!

The sun blazed fiercely; the two bored at home came to Qingshan to set up a tent.

Although the mountain temperature was slightly lower, it was still scorching hot. In June, Zhoushan had already approached 38 degrees; the two of them were cuddling inside the tent, inseparable as glue, as if they could never get enough of each other.

"Hey, bro, sister-in-law, have you two kissed enough yet? Didn't you say you came out to have fun? Why are you still hiding in the tent?"

Shen Jia clasped her waist and stared at the tent with utter disbelief.

These two were utterly oblivious to everyone else—they'd invited her, yet ignored her completely. Left her baking in the sun while they hid inside the tent making out—utterly shameless.

No, it wasn't just shameless—it was corrupting the mental and physical health of minors.

"Mmm~"

Qin Yun removed his hand from the peak, feeling a pang of regret; if they were at home, a delightful, fulfilling encounter was unavoidable.

"It's all your fault—you made Jiajia laugh at us."

Su Huan scolded him.

Qin Yun sneered: "Laugh at us? She dares?"

Then he called out loudly: "Jiajia, your sister-in-law says you're laughing at us—is that true?"

Shen Jia rolled her eyes and said weakly: "No, I'm too envious to even laugh."

"See?" Qin Yun lifted his chin, clearly proud.

Su Huan pinched the flesh on his waist and sat up.

"Alright, let's go for a walk. It's not right to stay cooped up in the tent on such a beautiful day."

Saying this, she unzipped the tent and stepped out.

Shen Jia stepped forward to help her up and whispered: "Sister-in-law, my brother's a jerk. Let's go—ignore him."

Su Huan laughed: "Come on, let's walk over there."

Qin Yun poked his head out of the tent, watched them leave, smiled faintly, stepped out, and sat directly on the mat outside, pulling out a box of Zhou Heiya and starting to munch.

Winning the first Red Bull Cup Extreme Precision Skydiving Championship broke him into the mainstream domestically.

Su Huan's phone was ringing nonstop—invitations flooded in from every TV station and online platform. Even Chen He, Deng Chao, and Zhao Liying were roped in as intermediaries.

Unfortunately, Qin Yun had zero interest in appearing on shows—he wasn't a celebrity.

Streaming to entertain fans was his job; going on shows to entertain their audiences? Why bother?

Put simply, he simply had no sense of being a public figure yet.

He didn't feel like a star—he still saw himself as an ordinary social media user, just one with slightly higher fame, less "ordinary."

If others knew his thoughts, they'd be speechless.

Which ordinary person has over a hundred million followers on Douyin? Which ordinary person has global fame exploding?

To be fair, the only show Qin Yun actually participated in was "Wild Survival," but since its nature wasn't like a variety show, technically it didn't count.

The shows inviting him were purely for fun—they just wanted to leverage his current fame and hype to boost their own ratings.

He wasn't going to suffer through that—tiny pay, tons of hassle.

Why not spend that time enjoying himself with Su Huan? He didn't need these appearances to maintain his image or fame.

"Ring ring ring…"

Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket.

Qin Yun glanced at the caller ID—the name made his expression strange, bringing back memories of joyful high school days.

He steadied himself and swiped to answer.

"You actually called me? The sun must've risen in the west."

The person on the other end chuckled awkwardly: "Come on, that's a harsh way to put it—we're old classmates, give me some face."

"Han Chong, cut the crap," Qin Yun sneered. "You never do anything without a motive—I knew that back in high school. Spit it out—what do you want?"

Han Chong was Qin Yun's high school classmate.

They were close—three years of high school, inseparable as glue. But just before the college entrance exam, he transferred away—without even saying goodbye.

They only reconnected via QQ after Han Chong took the college entrance exam in Guilin, Guangxi.

At the time, Qin Yun cursed him out bitterly, and since then, they hadn't seen each other—not once—in over ten years.

Though they occasionally messaged online over the years, the time between contacts grew longer and longer with distance and time. Their last contact was when Qin Yun got married—four years ago.

Han Chong sent a gift, but didn't show up.

Now, out of nowhere, he calls—knowing this guy, Qin Yun was certain he had a very strong motive.

Han Chong chuckled: "You still know me well. I'm working for Guilin Cultural Tourism now—we're looking for a spokesperson, so I recommended you. After reviewing your profile, the boss is very interested, so he sent me to ask you."

Qin Yun cursed, "I won't endorse Zhoushan tourism—do you expect me to endorse Guilin tourism? Am I that bored?"

"There's no conflict," Han Chong grinned. "Old classmate, come take a look. Even if we can't reach an agreement, just treat it as a sightseeing trip. Guilin's mountains and waters are famed throughout the world—don't you think you and your girlfriend should come and enjoy them?"

Qin Yun looked at the two distant figures, and a thought stirred in his heart.

Guilin—he did have some interest in visiting. Lying around in Zhoushan was getting dull.

But aloud, he sneered, "Did you promise your boss I'd definitely give you face?"

Back in high school, Han Chong was always like this—loved to act big, but lacked the backing to deliver.

They'd been called to the principal's office multiple times because of his chest-thumping, and in the end, both their parents were summoned.

"No way. How could I? I just asked on a whim."

"Oh, then refuse it for me."

"Don't be like that, old classmate," Han Chong begged, lowering himself. "Bro, please—I've got a chance to advance this year. You've got to help me."

"Oh? So it's a government unit?" Qin Yun chuckled. "I thought it was a contract job."

"Heh, just a lowly clerk—not worth mentioning."

"Let me be clear: even if I go, I won't agree to be any kind of endorser. You know that."

"Relax," Han Chong puffed out his chest. "How could I promise that? I only said you were my high school buddy, and then my boss got this idea—I just said I'd reach out to you, see when you're free to come to Guangxi and chat. Whether you say yes or no doesn't matter."

"Alright, I'll give you face. But I don't have any plans to visit Guilin yet—I'll let you know when I do."

"Perfect, bro, anytime you're ready."

After finishing the serious talk, they chatted casually about the past, gossiped about their high school classmates' current situations, then ended the call.

When Su Huan and Shen Jia returned, Qin Yun said, "Xiao Huan, how about we go to Guilin in a few days?"

"Guilin?"

Su Huan's eyes lit up. "Great! Guilin's mountains and waters are famed throughout the world; Yangshuo's mountains and waters are famed among Guilin's."

Shen Jia beside her was also tempted, but it was only early June—summer vacation still felt far off—and she instantly deflated.