The bearded foreigner, acting presumptuously, considered the words and agreed. While the coaching staff for the friendly match was indeed strong, featuring former world champions and legendary figures from the GP Hall of Fame, it wasn't enough to attract the attention of this particular individual.
However, the Chinese kid, his old friend, seemed to hold him in high regard.
...
The next morning, at the Kyoto International Circuit.
Coaches and riders from various countries arrived on dedicated vehicles. Hundreds of riders alone, hundreds of riders competing – this number promised a lively atmosphere.
As the host nation this year, China had specially allocated the Kyoto International Circuit as the venue.
The friendly match was considered a notable event in the motorcycle racing community. Nearly a hundred thousand Chinese spectators flocked to the scene. With such a large audience, the Chinese riders were under immense pressure.
The pressure they faced against the top Western riders was considerable.
"Captain, cheer up. Perhaps there will be a miracle this year. Didn't the boss say we'd have a very formidable foreign aid today?"
In the pit lane lounge, a team member approached the captain to offer words of encouragement.
Sun Yuxuan, the captain of the national team, wore a worried expression. As captain, he knew the situation. He knew that the higher-ups had secured a current GP big shot, but he understood that even if that person arrived, they would likely only be part of the coaching staff. The pressure on the riders would still fall on their shoulders.
And as captain, he was naturally at the forefront.
After a moment, having composed himself, Sun Yuxuan led his four team members out of the lounge.
Each team consisted of five people, but they were not competing as a unit. It was still uncertain how many would remain after the elimination rounds.
Before the race, there would be a parade lap, a time for riders to showcase themselves to the fans.
As they exited the pit lane, Sun Yuxuan and his group encountered a team of riders from another country. Sun Yuxuan was on the left, and the opposing team was on the right.
Sun Yuxuan's team was at the entrance of the pit lane. The road was wide, yet the other team showed no intention of yielding.
Several burly riders shoved Sun Yuxuan's group aside with ease, walking towards the starting line without a second glance, not even bothering to look at them properly.
Several team members were angered by this, but Sun Yuxuan held back his subordinates.
This was their current reality. Their car and rider strength were inferior to the opponents. Therefore, even though it was their home ground this year, these Western riders simply didn't take them seriously.
The parade lap began. Sun Yuxuan and his team rode five Ducati V4s on the track, while the spectators in the stands shouted their names.
As it was China's home event, the Chinese fans were naturally the most numerous, waving flags and cheering them on.
In the work building next to the starting line, two middle-aged men stood by a glass window, observing the scene outside.
One of them looked at the audience stands and remarked with emotion.
"We need to improve our riders' strength as soon as possible, otherwise, these fan bases will likely shift westward."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man beside him, dressed in sportswear, nodded in agreement.
"I hope our decision this time is not wrong. We've only produced such a genius once in a century; we must seize this opportunity."
Recalling that person's achievements, the middle-aged man was quite confident.
Of the hundred thousand spectators, at least one-third of the fans held up signs for drivers from other countries. This was a shameful situation for them, yet there was nothing they could do, as the opposing riders had greater fame and stronger skills than their own.
The rider competition was incredibly fierce. For instance, the captain of the East Asian team had previously won the WSBK World Vice-Championship and...
"Why don't Lin Shen and Fei Ge come? Wouldn't they just dominate if they were here?"
Suddenly, this new spectator thought of two people. Wouldn't these two gods easily win if they participated?
"Well, we don't know about Lin Shen. As for Fei Ge, he has indicated he won't be participating."
Ren Fei had considered coming to help, but he was stopped by Zhang Mingzhi.
Don't underestimate this friendly match; it's quite complex. The coaches of these teams are all Hall of Famers, and there's a lot of politicking involved in the racing world.
This matter would have brought more harm than good to Ren Fei. At the time, Zhang Mingzhi, considering Ren Fei to be China's sole hope, felt it was better for Ren Fei to develop steadily, so he didn't let Ren Fei get involved.