Chapter 238

Thrilling, exhilarating, unparalleled feat!

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

Countless people went wild at the moment of parachute deployment and the plunge into the Black Throat Sinkhole.

This video, uploaded to YouTube, amassed hundreds of millions of views in just a few days, making Qin Yun's name explode across the internet once again. His fame reached a level he himself could never have imagined.

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

With Red Bull's deliberate promotion, Qin Yun truly became a household name 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, two landings on target at six thousand meters, extreme course calibration at thirteen thousand meters, and the insane act of deploying his parachute only two hundred meters above ground 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 sprung to life overnight.

This is just like any other competitive field.

When Chinese athletes win gold in skiing at the Olympics, it's obvious that skiing will enjoy a surge in popularity at home; the same happens when they win in tennis.

Skydiving is just not that ordinary.

Zhoushan, Zhejiang, Daqing Mountain, June 5th!

The sun blazed fiercely, and the two bored at home came to Daqing Mountain to pitch a tent.

Although the mountain air was slightly cooler, it was still scorching hot. In June, Zhoushan had already hit nearly 38 degrees, and the two were snuggling inside the tent, affectionate as glue, as if they could never get enough of each other.

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

Shen Jia stared at the tent, hands on her waist, utterly speechless.

These two were completely oblivious to her. They'd invited her along only to ignore her completely—leaving her to bake in the sun while they hid inside the tent making out. It was downright shameless.

No, it was more than 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 satisfying, joyful session 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, weakly replying: "No, I'm just jealous I can't have that."

"See?" Qin Yun lifted his chin, smug.

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

"Alright, let's go out for a walk. Staying cooped up in the tent on such a beautiful day isn't right."

Saying this, she unzipped the tent and stepped out.

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

Su Huan smiled: "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 to snack on.

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

Su Huan's phone was ringing nonstop—invitations 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 is my job; going on shows to entertain their fans? Why bother?

In short, he simply didn't yet feel like a public figure.

He didn't think of himself as a star—he still saw himself as an ordinary content creator, just one with slightly higher fame, less ordinary.

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

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

To be fair, the only show Qin Yun actually participated in was "Surviving the Wild," 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 ride his current fame and popularity to boost their own ratings.

He wasn't going to suffer through that—pittance in 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 brought back nostalgic memories from high school.

He steadied himself and swiped to answer.

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

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

"Han Chong, spare me the flattery," Qin Yun scoffed. "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 inseparable for all three years—until right before the college entrance exam, he vanished without a word.

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

Qin Yun had raged at him then, and since then, they hadn't seen each other—not once—in over ten years.

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

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

Now, out of nowhere, he called. Knowing this guy, Qin Yun was certain he had a very strong agenda.

Han Chong chuckled: "You know me too well. I'm working for Guilin's Cultural Tourism Bureau now—we're looking for a spokesperson, so I recommended you. The boss checked your profile and got interested, so he sent me to ask you."

Qin Yun cursed: "I'm not endorsing Zhoushan Tourism—now you want me to endorse Guilin Tourism? Am I that desperate?"

"It's not conflicting," Han Chong grinned. "Old classmate, come check it out. Even if we don't strike a deal, treat it as a vacation—Guilin's scenery is legendary. You and your girlfriend should come."

Qin Yun looked at the two figures in the distance, a thought stirring in his mind.

Guilin—he did want to visit. Staying idle in Zhoushan was getting boring.

But aloud, he sneered: "Did you promise your boss I'd definitely say yes?"

In high school, Han Chong always acted this way—full of bravado, terrible at backing it up.

They'd both been dragged to the principal's office multiple times because of his big talk, and their parents were always called.

"No way! I just mentioned it casually."

"Oh, then tell them I decline."

"No, come on, old classmate!" Han Chong begged. "Bro, please—I've got a chance for promotion this year. You've got to help me."

"Oh? So you're in a government office?" Qin Yun chuckled. "I thought you were a contract worker."

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

"Let me be clear—even if I go, I won't agree to be a spokesperson. You know that."

"Relax," Han Chong patted his chest. "I'd never promise that. I only said you were my high school buddy, and the boss got the idea. I just said I'd reach out to you, see when you're free to come to Guangxi for a chat—whether you say yes or no doesn't matter."

"Fine, I'll give you that face. But I don't plan to visit Guilin anytime soon—I'll let you know when I do."

"Perfect, bro! Anytime you're ready!"

After finishing business, they chatted casually about old times and gossip about their high school classmates, then hung up.

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: "Yes! Guilin's scenery tops the world, Yangshuo's scenery tops Guilin."

Shen Jia was tempted too, but it was only early June—summer vacation still felt far off—and her spirits sank immediately.