"Alright, let me do it."
Lin Yan casually took the towel and wiped his face a few times before hanging up his leather jacket.
"Then I'll massage your shoulders for you."
Su Mojin quickly moved behind him and began to massage Lin Yan's shoulders.
Lin Yan had intended to refuse, but before he could speak, Su Mojin's hands were already on him.
Her soft, boneless hands roamed his neck. It was surprisingly comfortable.
He had planned to stand up, but since she was already doing this, he might as well sit down and enjoy it.
The competition on the track had gradually stabilized, and there wasn't much else to watch.
Su Mojin's strength wasn't that of a professional masseuse, but Lin Yan found it exceptionally comfortable.
Perhaps it was a form of emotional decompression.
Just as Lin Yan closed his eyes to enjoy the massage, Vinares entered the rest area.
"Do you have confidence in next week's race?"
Vinares walked over and squatted beside Lin Yan, asking.
He was referring to the race in Country A; there was no need to ask about confidence for endurance races, as they were generally similar.
"I think I'm doing alright. I've seen Reissner's performance at the Country A race last year. I'd say it's about a sixty-forty chance."
Lin Yan said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of laziness.
This was his conservative judgment based on videos; the specifics would only be known at the race venue.
"Well, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Vinares said in a low voice, instinctively reaching out to pat Lin Yan's shoulder, then realizing his position wasn't quite appropriate, he gave an awkward smile.
"Oh, right."
Just as Vinares was about to leave the rest area, Lin Yan sneakily leaned his upper body forward.
"I have a task for you. When you have time, can you perform your signature move for me again?"
Signature move? Huh?
"No."
Vinares quickly shook his head. What a joke! After being laughed at by Lin Yan so many times, he wasn't going to do something like that again.
"I'm your boss, you know. Be careful, or I'll dock your salary."
Lin Yan's voice came again, and hearing this, Vinares's old face darkened.
You can't take a joke, and you're threatening me with my salary? Well, it actually worked. 555~
After Vinares left.
Lin Yan turned his head and said to Su Mojin.
"After the race is over, I'll have him perform for you."
Su Mojin behind him chuckled lightly.
"He's actually going to do it."
"Of course!"
Since Lin Yan had spoken, Vinares would definitely do it. It was just that the current situation wasn't quite right.
...
In a villa in Shanghai.
Luns sat on the sofa, smoking. He had become quite haggard these days, with bloodshot eyes.
Normally, athletes aren't allowed to smoke, but he couldn't help it; the pressure on him lately was immense.
Just a few days ago, he had been fired by his team, something he never expected.
Although he had received a breach of contract fee, he now had nowhere to go.
With his skills, he was sure some team would want him, but the season had just begun, and the incident happened so suddenly that he couldn't find a new team in a short period.
"Keep contacting them. We can lower our salary expectations."
Luns said to the agent beside him. His voice had become hoarse due to excessive smoking.
No matter what, he couldn't leave the track; he had to stay, even if it meant accepting a lower salary.
He knew very well that if he were to leave the track for a while, he would likely bid farewell to top-tier competitions forever.
This was not what Luns wanted.
Hearing the instruction, the agent turned and went to handle it. After the agent left, Luns took out another cigarette and lit it.
He took two deep drags.
Lin Yan!
Mentioning this name, Luns's eyes held a trace of venom.
He would never forget this person; he was the culprit who caused him to be fired.
But thinking of the other party's identity, he felt a surge of powerlessness.
Having lived in China for many years, he knew the terrifying power of the Lin family, which even some large foreign conglomerates found hard to match.
How could he possibly seek revenge?
But if he didn't get revenge, he couldn't swallow his pride.
...
"Another BMW rider has crashed, my god!"
In the live broadcast, Hao Dong shouted into the camera.
Just moments ago, a BMW rider, while cornering, had flown off the track, his body being thrown up nearly two meters high. After landing, he slid for more than ten meters in the run-off area.
The car's fairing had been torn off, kicking up a cloud of dust.
From the looks of it, this BMW M1000RR was likely totaled, and the BMW rider was on the ground, unable to get up.
The spectators were also startled, and medical personnel immediately rushed to the scene.
At the same time, flags were displayed, signaling riders in that section of the track to be aware of the debris on the ground.
"Too hasty, my friend."
After watching the replay, Hao Dong said with great regret.
The BMW rider was under too much pressure for his ranking; he was pushing the limits too hard, entering the corner before the bike had fully stabilized.
Fortunately, he had slid into the run-off area, so he should be alright.
However, such a serious crash meant that even if he was fine, he would have to be sent to the hospital for a check-up.
With such a severe accident, the BMW pit garage also became restless.
Less than five minutes later, they announced their withdrawal from the race. With the rider injured, they couldn't worry about anything else.
A rider's value far outweighed this race, and besides, with only one rider left, they couldn't continue participating.
"It's a great pity, but I still hope the BMW rider is safe and sound. Alright, let's continue watching. The Kawasaki rider is still chasing the Ducati V4 ahead..."
After the track was cleared, Hao Dong resumed his commentary.
...
"Take good care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard on the track; your health is more important."
Su Mojin leaned close to Lin Yan's ear and said softly, her voice filled with tenderness.
The more she saw scenes like this, the more she feared that Lin Yan might suffer the same fate in the future.
"Don't worry! I won't push myself that hard."
Lin Yan grasped Su Mojin's hands, which were massaging his shoulders, and squeezed them gently, signaling her to relax. He truly didn't need to push himself that hard in these races.
"Mhm, that's good."
Su Mojin nodded obediently.
Lin Yan then shifted his gaze back to the large screen in front of him.
The race was already twenty laps in. The distance between the Kawasaki rider and Xiao Li was about six seconds, meaning it was essentially impossible to catch up.
He had rested enough now, and in about ten more laps, it would be his turn to enter the race.
However, the current weather conditions caused him to frown.