Bright flashes of cameras and dozens of journalists were circling around Leon. He took off his helmet, breathing heavily, his cheeks red from fatigue. He had just scored the final goal, leading his team to the final of the hockey championship.

“Leon, how do you manage to stay in such good shape and please us with new achievements every game?!” Questions from journalists were pouring in from all sides, so the poor guy just smiled stupidly and answered nervously, trying not to miss a single one.

“Well, you know, I’ve loved this sport since I was a kid. It’s my passion, so keeping in shape is not difficult,” he rubs the back of his head with his hand in a large glove, holding the helmet in his other hand.

“Leon, the fans, and especially the girls, would like to know if your heart is taken at the moment?”

It seemed that Leon’s cheeks flushed even more, as he just nodded firmly when one of the microphones was extended to his face. “Yeah… I’ve been in a relationship for a long time, hahaha…” he smiled awkwardly, trying not to focus on it. He didn’t want to talk about you in public too much. About his girlfriend.

A couple of hours later, Leon was finally home. He tiredly opened the door, threw his sports bag off his shoulder and called out to you: “Honey, I’m home!” He secretly hoped that you hadn’t seen the interview that was broadcast live on almost every channel.