A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

To commemorate the results of the Olympic bid, CCTV hosted a special gala, inviting a series of social celebrities to the studio to witness the outcome.

To be honest, it would be great if it succeeded. But Li Mu didn't know how he would feel if it failed.

Just now, Li Mu saw celebrities such as Feng Gong, Zhou Xingchi, Dou Wentao, Xia Yu, and Coco Lee. This group of people were also staring at the big screen broadcasting the scene, and their expressions were all uneasy.

This made him a little nervous.

At this moment, Fan Bingbing, whose mind was completely focused on the TV, forgot about the bottle of red wine in her hand, quickly poured two glasses, and hurried back to the sofa.

Li Mu sat on a single sofa, while she sat on a long sofa right next to him.

After silently pushing the wine glass towards Li Mu, the two of them heard the commentator's voice from the television:

"We see... International Olympic Committee President Samaranch has appeared..."

An elderly man with silver hair walked step by step toward the podium.

The moment Fan Bingbing heard those words from the commentator, she felt her heart skip a beat.

She had been sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and her chest hunched, but suddenly found it hard to breathe. She quickly straightened up and let out a long sigh.

After that breath, there was a tense chill.

Her hands suddenly felt a little cold.

On television, the commentator's voice continued to narrate:

"The countries bidding to host this Olympic Games are..."

But she couldn't listen to a word, and even found the screen a bit too bright, so she couldn't help but glance away.

That's the direction Li Mu is heading.

She wanted to see if Brother Li was nervous.

What came into view was a calm, expressionless face.

Li Mu was also staring at the TV, his face showing no unusual expression, and even his posture was very relaxed.

Leaning back against the sofa with his hand resting on the armrest of the single sofa, there was absolutely no sign of anything unusual.

Upon seeing this scene, for some reason, Fan Bingbing felt that a mysterious wind had once again swept around Li Ge, who was dressed like a student.

A gentle breeze blows, and there is no noise.

But it carried a different flavor.

She couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Li... are you nervous?"

Li Mu snapped out of his reverie, glanced at her, and then smiled:

"I'm a little nervous on one hand, but not too nervous on the other."

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip of the red wine inside.

Admittedly, Petrus's tannins are quite unique, slightly acidic but not astringent, and have an unusual woody aroma.

That's the taste of time, like wine aged in wooden barrels.

Reflecting on the sudden surge of knowledge in his mind, he put down his teacup and said calmly:

"I say I'm not nervous because of selfish reasons."

"Self-interest?"

"Well, although we just invested 20 million around the Olympic Village, if the bid for the Olympics is successful, then we'll be soaring together like roc in the wind... but I'm not nervous about this investment, because even without the Olympics, as long as our country is developing, this investment won't lose money; it's just a matter of how much profit we'll ultimately make. So that's not what I'm nervous about."

"That is?"

"The matter itself."

After setting down his teacup and returning to his previous relaxed posture, Li Mu sighed.

"Sigh... Many people are hoping for this and working hard for it. I don't dare to imagine how everyone will feel if we lose again."

"..."

Fan Bingbing remained silent.

But inwardly, I sighed again.

yes……

She watched the television screen cut back to the live broadcast of the gala.

If it's such a big production on TV, what about the thousands of households watching at the same time?

What kind of feelings would I have?

Thinking of this, her hands grew even colder.

Just then, the scene cut back, and Mr. Samaranch was standing in front of the microphone.

Fan Bingbing felt her breath catch in her throat, and instinctively, she suddenly placed her hand on Li Mu's hand and gripped it tightly.

"...?"

Li Mu was taken aback.

Then I noticed the coldness on the back of my hand.

To put it bluntly, he looked like a dead person.

It has no warmth whatsoever.

He turned his head and saw that the big star's temples were bulging.

He clenched his teeth, his signature big eyes fixed on the television, not blinking.

Because she was pursing her lips, she could only breathe through her nostrils, which were twitching, and even her philtrum appeared elongated due to the pursed lips.

At the same time, the hand tightened its grip even more.

So, Li Mu turned his attention back to the television, and at the same time, he flipped his hand and grabbed hers.

It feels slippery to the touch.

Covered in sweat.

It even felt a bit sticky.

But he didn't mind; instead, he held it tightly, slowly tightening his grip as the narrator spoke:

"...Before I announce the voting results, I would like to thank, on behalf of the International Olympic Committee and the entire Olympic Movement, the five candidate cities, as well as the other cities, for their contributions and their dedication to promoting the Olympic Games."

The simultaneous interpretation sounded on the television, and then the old man paused, opened the envelope in his hand.

Fan Bingbing tightened her grip again, and her body even trembled slightly.

Li Mu remained silent, watching as the old man on the television took out a letter and read its contents:

"Now, I will announce the voting results. The host city for the 29th Summer Olympic Games is..."

The old man looked at the contents, opened his mouth, and spoke to the camera about where he belonged.

But... Li Mu didn't hear clearly.

Fan Bingbing didn't hear clearly either.

Even those watching the live broadcast across the country probably didn't hear it clearly at that moment.

The reason is simple: the moment the old man said the name, a cheer like a popping mic suddenly came from the TV!

"ah!!!!!!"

That was the simultaneous interpreter's voice.

At the same time, the camera switched to a group of people dressed in red and white, who appeared to be cheering.

Fan Bingbing was taken aback.

But the next second, while she was still in a daze, she suddenly felt herself being pulled up by a tremendous force:

"ah!!!!!!"

While holding her hand, Li Mu suddenly jumped up on the sofa and let out a loud cheer!

While Fan Bingbing's mind was still reeling, instinct had already bypassed her brain, controlling her throat, and she too let out a sharp cheer:

"ah!!!!!!!"

Won!

Won!

We won!!!

A huge thought, accompanied by a wild, overwhelming joy, instantly filled her mind, echoing throughout the room with two distinctly different sounds: sharp and high-pitched.

Then, in the next second.

Li Mu, who was still roaring, was suddenly hugged.

Fan Bingbing broke free from his hand at some point and rushed into his arms:

"We did it!!! Ah!!!! We did it!!!!"

The soft, warm fragrance of jade rests in my arms.

A fragrant breeze surrounds you.

But Li Mu didn't react at all; he just raised his hands high.

Ignoring the ecstatic beauty in his arms, he stared intently at the cheering crowd on the television screen, two words flashing through his mind.

"A miraculous cure..."

The beauty in his arms shook her head instinctively upon hearing this.

Her cheeks brushed against his chest as she bounced and shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, no, Brother Li! It was a divine move! A divine move!!!!!!!!!"

Screams mixed with joy echoed through the room once again.