In the blink of an eye, the first snow had already fallen in Jiangbei, while Berlin was still experiencing some heat. The GT Super Cup finals were right on schedule.
Jing Yi had prepared everything and stood beside her racing car, feeling the vibrations from the track. Her heartbeat pounded like a drum, as this was the 'battlefield' she had dreamed of.
As a top-tier global event, the finals had already sparked a series of discussions online and in real life before they even began.
Jing Yi was among those being discussed, but, as usual, there were not many people who believed in her.
Her gaze shifted to the side, where her family and friends were...
What's that banner?!
What caught her eye was a striking banner featuring her face!! Jing Zeqian and Henry were each holding one end, waving it with great interest.
Jing Yi had already anticipated the upcoming 'social death.' She knew the two might become friends, but certainly not in this way!
Ross, on the other hand, seemed quite intrigued, staring at the banner for a long time before saying seriously, "They're playing favorites. I should have one too." Jing Yi's gaze silently shifted to the other side, where the audience in the stands was holding almost all banners of Ross.
"Do you even need a banner?"
Please, as a multi-time consecutive champion, this was completely Ross's home ground!
And perhaps due to Jing Zeqian and Henry's actions, the audience's enthusiasm was already ignited before the race even started. One by one, they began waving banners and shouting Ross's name at the top of their lungs.
Ross smiled and waved back at the stands, which only made the crowd cheer louder, and Jing Zeqian and Henry waved even more vigorously.
Before Jing Yi's ears could be deafened by the cheers, Ross finally stopped.
"That's different. Yours is more eye-catching."
Jing Yi politely smiled. Yes, it was very eye-catching, the kind of eye-catching that made her feel like a spectacle.
The race was about to begin, and the drivers were preparing to get into their cars. Ross glanced at Jing Yi one last time.
"Jing, you know, I'm waiting for you to beat me." He spoke very seriously.
Jing Yi smiled, tapping her helmet and pointing forward, mimicking Ross's victory gesture.
She knew the probability of beating Ross this time was very small, but that didn't matter. What mattered was seeing how far she still had to go to reach Ross's level.
Under her helmet, her light blue eyes sparkled with laughter as Ross turned and entered his car.
The race began! Multiple cars roared with deafening engines.
Jing Yi gently turned the steering wheel, skillfully driving her car through the curves at high speed.
The classic black car quickly took the lead, and Jing Yi's gaze was fixed on it. For her, she could only get closer to success by constantly narrowing the distance between them.
In the middle of the race, Jing Yi was still in the middle of the pack, competing with other cars.
Except for Ross's car, the gap between her and the others was very small, and she could easily be overtaken.
The GT Super Cup was a long race, but the audience in the stands didn't feel bored. Instead, they became more and more excited, closely watching their favorite cars.
Jing Zeqian couldn't sit still and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Jing Yi's car.
"Brother, do you think Yi Yi can win?"
Jing Zeyou glanced at the black car leading the pack and replied, "What's the standard for winning?" Jing Zeqian was momentarily stumped.
The standard for winning? Isn't it winning by standing on the podium?
Jing Zeyou didn't think so. He believed Jing Yi must have her own standard for victory. She might not be aiming for a medal but for a personal goal.
Moreover, Ross's abilities were superior to Jing Yi's. A racer who had won the GT Super Cup multiple times in a row wasn't easy to beat.
Henry stroked his chin, circling around Jing Zeyou a few times, as if observing some rare phenomenon.
This drew strange glances from those around them. Jing Zeqian asked, "Henry, why are you circling around my brother?"
Of course, it was because he was curious about Jing's older brother.
Henry had always been interested in Jing Zeyou, especially after hearing Ross's description.
He had heard Jing Yi describe Jing Zeyou, as if all the best adjectives were used to describe him. At the time, Henry was a bit unconvinced.
After all, he had known Jing longer and spent more time with her than her older brother. How could he lose to Jing's older brother?
But after hearing Jing Zeyou's words, Henry suddenly felt that what Jing Yi said might actually be true.
"I originally thought Jing had too much of a filter for her older brother, but it seems really... magical."
'Magical' was the word Henry had summarized from Jing Yi's many adjectives.
Magical? Jing Zeyou raised an eyebrow. What kind of adjective is that?
Jing Zeqian, however, didn't have the heart to think about it. He quickly asked, "How did Yi Yi describe me?"
Henry, with his innocent, prince-like face, said seriously, "Jing said you're like a little princess, and we'll become friends."
Jing Zeqian: ...
In the VIP box, muffled laughter broke out.
Jing Zeyou's lips curved slightly as his gaze shifted back to the race.
...
As the sky gradually darkened, the race was nearing its end.
Jing Yi slowly caught up with Ross's car, now in the front of the pack.
With the finish line in sight, the familiar soreness spread throughout her body, and she knew she was reaching her limit.
Jing Yi gritted her teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly, summoning all her strength to accelerate and close the gap with the car in front, sprinting towards the finish line.
However, at the last moment, a blue car from behind also surged forward, seemingly determined to overtake her.
The tense and thrilling chase invigorated the already tired audience once more.
Jing Yi felt the blue car almost overtaking her. She knew that reaching her limit wasn't just about her but also her car.
Any further acceleration would only increase the risk.
In that instant, Jing Yi made a decision.
Her red car slightly slowed down.
Jing Yi focused on the finish line ahead, manipulating the throttle, adjusting the speed and position of her car.
The commentators were relaying her actions, which puzzled many.
Why slow down just before the finish line?
Just as everyone was wondering, Jing Yi's red car gradually approached the blue car, which was still sprinting at full speed.
In the crucial moment before the finish line, Jing Yi once again manipulated the throttle. Her car, like a submarine, disappeared from the opponent's sight.
She used the opponent's car's wake to cross the finish line first by a tiny margin.
Henry pressed his face against the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes wide as he watched this scene. "Marso! Benjamin! Did you see that?!" Marso and Benjamin, who had been watching intently, were also very excited.
"We saw it! We saw it!"
Compared to the joy of the Jing family, the three were even more thrilled.
Jing Yi's maneuver as she crossed the finish line was brief but required extremely high skill from the driver. No wonder the three were so excited.
The stands and commentators fell into a brief silence, followed by a huge uproar. They praised, marveled, and shouted.
