The race ended, and Jing Yi removed her helmet, gazing at the results displayed on the big screen.
She had come in second again, was her first thought upon seeing the outcome.
However, this time, she had won!
The stands were echoing with chants of "Jing Yi! Jing Yi! Jing Yi!"
How familiar these cheers sounded.
Jing Yi waved her hands toward the stands, her smile dazzling.
Instantly, the cheers from the stands grew even louder.
"Jing Yi crossed the finish line! Second place! Second place!"
Jing Zeqian was jumping around like a monkey, just as excited as Henry.
"I knew Jing would be super amazing! I could tell the first time we met!"
Marso laughed and patted his head, mercilessly debunking his 'lie', "How could that be! You only wanted to get to know Jing because she's beautiful!"
How could Henry have truly seen Jing Yi's potential in racing when they first met in such an environment?
Moreover, the sense of someone speaking on behalf of a relative after they've won an award—where did that come from?
Henry remained excited, "I have excellent eyesight! I could see that Jing was a natural-born racer!"
Even the usually quiet Benjamin was flushed with excitement, "Jing is so amazing, she was so close to Ross!"
Jing Zeyou pushed away the overly excited Jing Zeqian, watching him and Henry howl with joy, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes.
His gaze shifted back to the track, where Jing Yi and Ross were still interacting with the audience.
Behind them, the excited cheers of Jing Zeqian and the others continued, but Jing Zeyou didn't find it noisy; the smile remained on his lips.
This moment, Jing Yi's second place had stirred up the emotions of everyone present.
No one felt that she had lost just because she hadn't come in first; this was a victory.
On the racing track,
Ross removed his helmet, hearing the cheers echoing throughout the stadium, and felt no displeasure. His pale blue eyes were filled with joy for Jing Yi's success.
This race, he had given it his all, with no hint of holding back. For people like them, this was the basic respect.
He walked over and sincerely said, "Jing, you're very impressive!" Henry and the others were right; she was a dazzling new star, and this battle had been beautifully fought.
Who would have thought that in just three years, that reckless girl who had once stood up for another girl had grown into such a dazzling figure?
The acquaintance between Jing Yi and Ross and the others was a coincidence. It was Henry's whim to try street food, an unexpected encounter with a group of drunks, and the sight of a petite girl shielding another girl behind her.
Ross hadn't intended to get involved; his life philosophy was—it's better to avoid trouble than to seek it. Such situations were best left to professionals.
But before he could even dial the number, Marso had already rushed in, and everything else followed naturally.
Jing Yi called it 'meeting through a fight,' and Ross agreed, later discovering that Jing Yi was very interested in racing.
He had only intended to pass the time, but this delicate girl from the East had given him a big surprise.
He had once been deeply regretful and a bit angry, thinking that Jing Yi didn't love racing as much as he had imagined. Fortunately, she hadn't given up.
Ross's eyes flashed with a hint of relief.
He had a feeling that Jing Yi was very close, close enough that he wouldn't have to wait too long.
Jing Yi smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, her dimples deepening on one side of her mouth, excitement still lingering in her eyes.
"Ross, you'll have to delay your retirement!"
Ross's thin lips curved slightly, his pale blue eyes particularly striking, "No need to delay. You'll surpass me." He said it with certainty.
The showdown between Jing Yi and Ross made headlines, and the video of her crossing the finish line again garnered high views.
Media outlets were already vying to interview this 'legendary female racer,' Jing Yi, as she was the only female racer to ever stand on this podium.
However, Jing Yi was unaware of this. At this moment, she was standing on the podium, her apricot eyes shining with joy, as bright as the stars, her hands tightly gripping the trophy in front of her, as if trying to contain her excitement.
Her dream was now within reach.
Jing Zeyou and the others stood not far away. Jing Yi knew they could see her, but she still couldn't help but raise the trophy to them in acknowledgment.
In the next second, the happy smile on Jing Yi's face froze.
Why were Jing Zeqian and Henry still holding that banner?!
Jing Zeyou, standing beside her, had a smile mixed with a hint of helplessness. He had tried to dissuade them, but with Jing Zeqian and Henry together, he simply couldn't control the situation.
Jing Yi quickly retracted her hand, pretending not to see.
Surrounded by a circle of photographers, Jing Yi felt that she might become famous, though not as the GT Super Cup's runner-up.
Ross, however, was still staring at the banner, his expression tinged with regret, as if he was really planning to prepare one for the next race.
Thus, Jing Yi heard him say, "I'll have your brother send me a link later."
"…Alright."
Well, if he likes it, then fine.
Apart from the media for interviews, the racing track had mostly cleared out.
Ross's gaze shifted back, and he suddenly thought of the person he had seen before the race began.
He leaned down close to Jing Yi and whispered, "Jing, it seems you had a mysterious guest." He had come silently and left just as quietly.
Jing Yi didn't initially understand his words, but after a moment, she curved her beautiful eyes, her entire being glowing.
"Yes, he's my mysterious boyfriend."
…
Before the GT Super Cup began,
Shen Huaichu mingled among the crowd, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the red car on the track.
The surrounding noise, filled with the roar of engines, couldn't draw Shen Huaichu's attention.
He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, a sensation that felt different from the usual tension and fear—it was excitement and longing.
The race was intense, with Jing Yi's car sometimes leading and sometimes being overtaken. Shen Huaichu watched her intently, and the constant longing seemed to find a brief release in this moment.
He watched very carefully, and the therapist beside him was also recording his current condition.
The therapist breathed a sigh of relief. When Shen Huaichu had proposed coming to this race, he had been a bit worried. The environment was one of the factors affecting the treatment effect, and Jing Yi was another.
When they met, even he couldn't guarantee that the test would go smoothly.
He had even thought about how the treatment might fall into a difficult situation and how he would proceed with the next steps.
Fortunately, it seemed they were lucky. It appeared that the girl named Jing Yi really had a significant impact on Shen Huaichu.
When Jing Yi crossed the finish line, the audience stood up to cheer and celebrate. Amidst the loud cheers,
Shen Huaichu still gazed at Jing Yi. She was standing on the track, waving to the stands, looking very happy, free and unrestrained—this was the world she loved.
Shen Huaichu's eyes were soft, and the smile on his lips spread naturally.
It seemed he could stay in this world she loved.
