On the left side of the spectator stands where Lin Yan was, by the entrance of the racetrack, the security guards stationed at the gate suddenly gathered.
"Let's go take a look."
Lin Yan stood up from his seat.
"Kid, this is a racetrack, are you sure you're here for this?"
The security guards at the gate surrounded Yan Xiaoqiang and began questioning him.
Normally, they wouldn't interrogate a child like this, but the situation had been tense these past few days, and they couldn't afford to be careless.
"Yes... yes."
Surrounded by so many security guards, even the usually outgoing Yan Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel a little nervous, stammering his reply.
Is this Lin Shen's racetrack? There are so many security guards! And this racetrack is so huge.
Yan Xiaoqiang thought to himself.
The racetrack wasn't the only thing that shocked Yan Xiaoqiang; the factory cars at the entrance were even more astonishing.
Upon seeing Lin Yan, Yan Xiaoqiang's eyes sparkled with the joy of meeting his idol. He hadn't expected to meet his idol so soon after arriving.
One had to admit, not only was Lin Shen's skill impressive, but he was also very handsome.
Yan Xiaoqiang thought.
"What's your name?"
"Yan Xiaoqiang."
"Extend your hands."
Yan Xiaoqiang didn't understand what Lin Yan meant, but he obediently extended both his hands.
Lin Yan showed no disdain. He grabbed Yan Xiaoqiang's hand, glanced at the tiger's mouth area, and then let go, saying,
"Come with me. You guys continue your guard duty; I'll take care of him."
"Yes!"
Lin Yan led Yan Xiaoqiang into the racetrack. Along the way, Yan Xiaoqiang's eyes kept darting around.
The inside of this racetrack is so big, the track is so long, and the stands are so spacious.
And the cars are so cool!
Yan Xiaoqiang observed the surrounding scenery the entire way, like a country bumpkin entering the city. The construction within the racetrack had a huge impact on him, even more so than the factory cars at the entrance.
He made up his mind that he had to work hard later and strive to stay here.
"Honey, why were you looking at his hands just now?"
As they walked, Su Mojin leaned close to Lin Yan's ear and asked curiously.
"People who ride bikes often have calluses on their hands."
Lin Yan replied.
Not only had he found significant calluses on Yan Xiaoqiang's hands, but there were also traces of oil.
Considering Yan Xiaoqiang's words, this child might indeed be a race car enthusiast, and for quite some time.
"That's not right! I remember..."
Hearing Lin Yan's words, Su Mojin seemed puzzled. As they walked, Su Mojin suddenly grabbed Lin Yan's hand, opened her palm, and looked at it. Indeed, there were no calluses.
"I knew it, I remembered correctly, you don't have calluses on your hands."
"I'm an exception!"
Lin Yan patted her head. It would be strange if he had calluses on his hands.
Lin Yan brought Yan Xiaoqiang to the entrance of the racetrack and had someone push over a 250cc race bike.
"Go ahead and run a lap. If your lap time is good enough, you can stay. You have three chances."
A brand new Aprilia GPR250 was pushed over from the side.
As soon as he heard that he would be riding this bike, Yan Xiaoqiang's excitement increased, but so did his nervousness.
Lin Yan and the others returned to their seats in the stands. The academy's system wasn't very well-established yet, and there was no complete enrollment system, so he had to act as the admissions teacher for now.
After putting on the leather suit handed over by the staff, Yan Xiaoqiang squatted on the ground and stretched his muscles.
Half of his purpose for leaving home was already accomplished; only the other half remained. He was determined to stay here.
Lin Yan sat upright in his chair, looking at Yan Xiaoqiang below. Zhou Xianyong also came over.
Besides Yan Xiaoqiang, many other aspiring racers had come to join the academy these days, and Zhou Xianyong had been taking the time to vet them.
"Boss, why don't I do it?"
"It's fine, I'm not busy. You go ahead and attend to your own matters."
"Uh... alright then."
"Wait, what do you think of this kid?"
As Zhou Xianyong was about to leave, Lin Yan called him back.
"I'm afraid his performance won't be too good."
Zhou Xianyong pondered for a moment and speculated.
He himself came from a humble background, and because of that, he knew how slim the chances were for someone from a poor family to succeed in racing. Judging by the child's attire, he likely came from a poor family as well, and it was highly probable that his results wouldn't be great.
The cost of racing was too high, and poor people rarely had access to it. The cost of training was also high. Compared to those who had trained for a long time, they would naturally be at a disadvantage. Zhou Xianyong's thinking was understandable.
Zhou Xianyong turned to leave, and Yan Xiaoqiang had finished his warm-up exercises, got on the bike, and started the engine.
The bike slowly pulled out from in front of the stands and headed towards the track.
As his tires touched the track, Yan Xiaoqiang began to control the race bike, accelerating, entering the corner, and the bike tilted gradually.
Even though Yan Xiaoqiang had limited experience on the track, he knew the racing line. It was the standard outside-inside-outside line.
Braking on the outside to enter the corner, hugging the apex of the corner, and then exiting to the outside.
Zhou Xianyong, who was halfway back, saw this and nodded. The line and the angle of entry were well-controlled.