After a few hesitations, Lin Yan seemed to want to say some sweet and gentle words, but after stuttering for a long time, only those three words came out.
Drivers were ultimately not good at expressing themselves. Asking Lin Yan to string together flowery words was truly beyond his ability.
Su Mojin's gaze fell on Lin Yan, who was putting a ring on her finger. Her expression was gentle. After she had put on the ring, Lin Yan directly scooped Su Mojin up in his arms and spun her around a few times in the air, his eyes brimming with excitement.
In front of racing fans from all over the world, he had accomplished what he had always wanted to do, fulfilling a small wish from his two lives.
Su Mojin held Lin Yan's helmet with her two delicate hands, her smile uncontrollable.
Falling in love like this had made her life complete.
As Lin Yan held Su Mojin, the officials also captured the moment and posted it on their official website. Don't think of the officials as gossipy; this was also a way to increase viewership.
"It seems like it's not a good time to talk business with them today."
Lina and Peter exchanged glances. Peter shrugged at her, agreeing that it wasn't suitable to discuss business today.
Just as the cheers on the track reached their peak, Viñales emerged from the pit lane, riding Ren Fei's car.
Lin Yan's gaze swept over Viñales. He knew the real main course had arrived.
Then, ignoring everyone's stares, he pulled Su Mojin to sit on the grass in the track's buffer zone, cross-legged.
Beneath his helmet, Viñales's gaze was filled with sorrow, but for his boss's love, he could only sacrifice himself by taking to the track.
"To be honest, we really need to thank Lin Shen... because a top legend will be present today, and this legend, a former icon, has come at Lin Shen's invitation."
This time, it wasn't Hao Dong speaking, but the commentator from Country A's home broadcast. His voice carried far through the stadium's loudspeakers to the ears of the fans.
The speaker was speaking in Country A's language. Hao Dong translated his words, though his translation was far from commendable.
"A top legend? Who is it? Could it be Ren Fei?"
"Doesn't seem like it. Although he's riding Ren Fei's car, this physique is clearly not the same person."
There were people on the track who understood Country A's language, and soon the audience knew what the statement meant.
"The person in front of you, riding car number thirty-nine, his identity is a test driver and mentor for Ducati..."
By the time the race commentator said this, most people had already guessed who it was.
Test driver, mentor, the answer was obvious.
Viñales had been away from the track for a long time, but many old fans on the track still recognized him, even if his influence wasn't as great as El Rey or Rossi.
"He once won..."
To be honest, he felt that coming out to perform for these fans was nothing. He was even grateful to Lin Yan, considering it a way to give back to the fans who had supported him for many years.
After all, it was almost impossible for retired drivers to get back on the track.
Soon, Viñales began.
The retirement of every driver signifies the end of a generation's youth.
Viñales's retirement back then also marked the end of the youth of the 80s generation.
This was also considered a fan meeting arranged by Lin Yan for Viñales.
Staring at Viñales's figure, to be honest, if Viñales were still young, Lin Yan would have really wanted to have a peak competition with this legendary driver.
Jokes aside, he did not deny the driver's skill. Since the establishment of the race, none of those inducted into the GP Hall of Fame were ordinary.
Lin Yan felt that perhaps he too could be inducted upon his retirement. Every GP driver took pride in being inducted into the GP Hall of Fame, and Lin Yan was no exception, for it meant true eternal legacy.
Viñales's performance was pure, a stunt performance akin to motorcycle acrobatics, but the difference between what a top driver did and what one saw for money was significant.
As Viñales performed his maneuvers, the playful chatter in the stands gradually subsided.
They knew that the person performing for them had an extraordinary identity and deserved respect.
The atmosphere became calm. Some fans from the 80s generation even had slightly teary eyes. One generation replaced another. There were no more 80s generation drivers on the track, but their fans remained.
Soon, the performance ended. Viñales dismounted and bowed slightly towards the stands.
Lin Yan was the first to start clapping, and all the drivers on the field followed suit, paying tribute to their senior.
Viñales felt a touch of melancholy. The scene reminded him of his retirement.
The performance concluded, and the petals in the sky finished their descent. Next was the award ceremony. Lin Yan dusted off his hands and prepared to stand up from the ground.
He had won his wife and was ready to go home for dinner.
"Hiss~"
Damn it, he had been too excited just now and almost forgot. His arm was still injured internally.
"What's wrong? Does your arm hurt?"
Su Mojin also remembered. Lin Yan seemed to have fallen earlier. They had been too caught up in the excitement to remember.
"Quick, let me see!"
"It's nothing, probably just a muscle strain."
"Be good!"
The fall wasn't the cause. Lin Yan's injury was mainly from the moment he pushed himself up earlier.
Back in the pit lane, Lin Yan took off his racing suit. After the doctor examined him and confirmed he was fine, Su Mojin finally relaxed.
"Let's go, come with me for the awards!"
"Go on, who are you calling 'brother'?"
"That's right, I'm your boyfriend. Come on, let's go for a stroll with your boyfriend."
"..."
At 2:30 PM, the race concluded perfectly.
Lin Yan and Su Mojin picked up the falling petals from the ground.
"Do you think this is a bit wasteful?"
"It's not wasteful. These petals can be made into fertilizer."
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ps: Brothers and sisters, happy Mid-Autumn Festival~
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