The next race drew Yan Xiaoqiang. Neither Zhou Xianyong nor Lin Yan was particularly worried about Yan Xiaoqiang. Yan Xiaoqiang was the youngest among them, but his strength and talent were the highest. Especially after receiving specialized training from Lin Yan, securing a top-six spot would be a piece of cake.
Yan Xiaoqiang returned to the lounge and changed into a new leather suit. He stroked the brand patterns on the suit, a high-end brand he had only heard of but never seen before coming to Lin Yan's club.
After changing into the leather suit and putting on his helmet, Yan Xiaoqiang took out a photo from his luggage and gently caressed it, murmuring to the picture.
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll help you fulfill your dream."
The third round of qualifying began. As soon as he appeared, Yan Xiaoqiang showcased a 52-degree lean angle with his 250cc racing bike. Fifty-two degrees was an astonishing lean angle, directly breaking the lowest lean angle record for the entire competition.
Following that, the front wheel of his bike lifted off the ground as he exited a corner. This series of maneuvers left the audience dazzled, giving them the feeling of watching a slightly more advanced league.
Yan Xiaoqiang didn't hold back from the moment he appeared; he unleashed his full power. The bike control skills he had honed for years in abandoned schools were masterfully combined with what Lin Yan had taught him.
"Uh, uh, uh, if I remember correctly, this kid looked quite young just now."
A spectator in the stands recalled Yan Xiaoqiang's profile information.
"He's fifteen, of course he looks young. Look at the information of the drivers next to him."
"Could it be that China is about to produce another genius?"
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Yan Xiaoqiang's performance upon entering the track sparked discussions among all the spectators. Following the instructions of those around them, the audience members looked at the information of the participating drivers on the adjacent list. They indeed found Yan Xiaoqiang. Yan Xiaoqiang was using the number 12 this time, and the driver with number twelve was precisely fifteen years old.
The Chinese spectators were ecstatic. China had produced another genius. The female driver earlier was already a genius, but they hadn't expected this young man to be even more of a genius.
After a round of qualifying, Yan Xiaoqiang directly secured pole position, and the crowd erupted in cheers once more.
A powerful surge.
It was the first time a Chinese driver had taken pole position in the Genius Youth Cup.
"What's going on with the people from the Mountain Rat team!"
"Baka! Is the Mountain Rat's Izumi running with his feet? He only got tenth place. Isn't he known as the fastest driver for Mountain Rat?"
In contrast to the Chinese fans' section, the Japanese side was a bit subdued, with curses filling the air.
The overall head of the Mountain Rat team, who was on his way to Zhou Xianyong's pit, finally relaxed his brows upon hearing the news of Yan Xiaoqiang taking pole position. However, upon seeing the lap times, his brows furrowed again. He was this good.
He had originally intended to do a favor and let the Lin Shen Racing team drivers have a better ranking. He hadn't expected this kid to be so strong, and he was only fifteen.
Zhou Xianyong was still watching the race in the pit when the apology arrived. Zhou Xianyong had no choice but to call Lin Yan.
"Tell your boss at Mountain Rat to come apologize to me personally!"
Facing the representative's apology, Lin Yan simply dropped a sentence and hung up the phone. An apology? For bullying his people? Was a representative's apology enough?
As Lin Yan hung up the phone, the red lights on the track were extinguished, and the roar of engines echoed throughout the race circuit.
Yan Xiaoqiang took the lead, charging ahead in first place. There were no strong opponents in this group; the only strong opponent was deliberately placed at tenth position by the Mountain Rat representative. Yan Xiaoqiang had a smooth ride.
After eight laps, Yan Xiaoqiang won the race with a one-second lead over the second-place finisher, successfully advancing to the main race the next day.
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The building at the edge of the track.
Inuyarai sat dejectedly at the entrance to the race committee office. He had intended to go in and file a complaint against Jiang Qiyan, but after the committee's decision, they unanimously agreed that Jiang Qiyan's actions were not wrong. The crash was caused by both of them, and Jiang Qiyan had braked late while he had braked early. Theoretically, braking late was more reasonable than braking early, and furthermore, he was the one who rear-ended.
Inuyarai understood the logic, but he was not convinced. Why should he be disqualified just because someone had connections? His years of achievements at Mountain Rat had turned to dust in an instant.
The personal loss made Inuyarai forget who the instigator of this incident was. Just as Inuyarai stood up to argue with the race committee members again, a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes, led by a person from Country E, walked out of the elevator.
Hearing the sound, Inuyarai's gaze sharpened. Seeing that they were coming towards him, regardless of the reason, Inuyarai decided to hide first. He got up from the ground and walked towards the nearby stairs.
However, he didn't go down but hid by the doorway. After the group entered the office, Inuyarai stood up again and crept closer. He didn't understand why a Westerner was here.
"Mr. Light, please rest assured, I have already made all the arrangements for this matter. You can participate in tomorrow's main race with us."
As Inuyarai approached the doorway, the voices from inside reached him. It was in English, which he understood. Hearing the words, Inuyarai was stunned. Why would a Westerner participate in their competition?
Besides Asia, the West also had the Genius Youth Cup. But if the West had it, why would they come here?
Before Inuyarai could think further, the voices from inside continued, but this time Inuyarai could barely hear them. The voices had become quieter. Inuyarai fiddled with his ear, still unable to hear clearly.
Just as Inuyarai was about to risk getting closer, laughter erupted from inside, and the sound grew louder. Sensing that they were about to come out, Inuyarai quickly moved his steps and ran down the stairs.
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