"Master..."
Lin Yan's mouth subconsciously uttered the word "Master." It was unavoidable; the voice was too similar to his master's, even identical to how Lin Yan remembered it.
Lin Yan spoke in the local dialect. Luo Xi, who was about to take off his headphones, heard it. He was startled for a moment, then chuckled.
"Kid, you don't even know who I am yet, and you're already trying to take me as your master. But if possible, I'd actually like to take you as a disciple, because you're strong enough."
The match had ended, and Lin Yan's skill had completely earned Luo Xi's admiration.
Based on the opponent's IP address, Luo Xi had a vague idea of Lin Yan's identity. With such strength at his age, he was, as the rumors suggested, undoubtedly a top-tier genius, the kind that appears once in a century.
Soon, Lin Yan snapped out of his daze.
Although a voice in his heart told him that the person on the other end was his master, Lin Yan suppressed the thought.
Being a local, coupled with the voice and driving skills, all signs pointed to the person on the other end being his former master, the nine-time champion Luo Xi.
However, Lin Yan knew that the other party didn't recognize him now, and he couldn't just tell him directly.
"You jest, senior. I believe you've also guessed my identity. I only won this time because the track was favorable. How about we race again next time?"
"Sure! I was thinking the same thing."
At this moment, Luo Xi didn't realize that his identity had been roughly guessed by Lin Yan. After all, it was still difficult to identify someone based solely on voice and skill.
"Alright, then we'll race again tomorrow night. I believe you have a simulator too, senior. How about we race on the simulator?"
Simulators were more challenging and made it easier to discern a person's riding style.
This way, while racing, Lin Yan could also better determine if the other party was indeed his master.
Lin Yan could tell how his master rode with just one glance.
"Okay, but I'm getting old, and my body isn't what it used to be. Let's not overdo it, just ten laps."
After a series of races, Luo Xi had also tested Lin Yan's strength and developed a fondness for his talent. It wouldn't hurt to spar a few more times with Lin Yan.
After agreeing on a time, they both logged off.
The bearded foreigner next to him was completely bewildered by their conversation.
When Luo Xi stood up, he quickly asked,
"Who was that! He's so good."
"It's that popular number twenty-seven, the one riding the Ducati."
Glancing at the bearded foreigner, Luo Xi replied indifferently.
"Good heavens, it's that kid."
The bearded foreigner was surprised. Lin Yan's name had been making waves in their racing circle recently. He had often mentioned wanting to spar with Lin Yan, and he never expected to meet him in a game.
"Heh heh, in that case, I'll come watch again tomorrow."
Hearing this, the bearded foreigner continued,
"Suit yourself, as long as you don't forget your important business the day after tomorrow."
With that, Luo Xi walked towards the stairs.
"Don't worry, I won't forget."
The bearded foreigner replied from a distance.
Being able to witness a master's competition up close was also a form of improvement for him.
...
Putting down the controller, Lin Yan pulled Su Moxin into his arms and lay down on the bed behind them.
"What are you doing!"
Sensing Lin Yan's subtle movements, Su Moxin's face turned red.
Caught off guard, she was pulled into Lin Yan's embrace.
Lying on the bed, Lin Yan was lost in thought. He was almost certain that the man just now was his master, Luo Xi; only tomorrow's final verification was needed.
This world truly is small.
In reality, it wasn't that the world was small, but rather the matchmaking mechanism. The more you won, the more likely you were to be matched with strong opponents.
Having connected with both of his former masters in this life, Lin Yan considered it a good thing.
This was also one of his goals for transmigrating.
However, from his current perspective, Lin Yan felt that his master had nothing more to teach him in this life, as he had already learned all of his former master's skills.
After thinking for a while and feeling his head was a bit muddled, he decided to stop thinking about it. He playfully teased Su Moxin on the bed for a while before drifting off to sleep.
Since Su Moxin's health had not fully recovered, Lin Yan did not act rashly that night.
As an athlete, he had a certain degree of self-control.
...
The next morning, the early morning sun shone into the villa room through the window.
Lin Yan arrived at the fitness area in front of the villa early to exercise, while Su Moxin got up to make breakfast for Lin Yan.
After a hundred push-ups, Lin Yan straightened up and touched the flat eight-pack abs in front of him. After frequent training in these past few days, Lin Yan had finally managed to regain his eight-pack abs.
His body had also recovered to about eighty percent of his former level. Lin Yan could now be considered a genuine tough guy.
After eating the breakfast made by Su Moxin, Lin Yan and Su Moxin, dressed neatly, went out.
Today was the first day his wife would be driving with her license, and the little girl was eager to hit the road.
For his wife's safety, Lin Yan equipped Su Moxin with protective gear from head to toe. Except for a full leather suit, he had her wear almost all available protective gear.
Lin Yan rode the rc8, which he hadn't ridden in a long time, while Su Moxin naturally rode the zx25r.
The two of them rode their small bikes from the foot of the mountain towards the east city, leisurely cruising along.
They admired the street scenery as they rode towards the city center.
It was eight in the morning, and the roadside food stalls had not yet packed up. They could occasionally see office workers eating breakfast there.
When the office workers' gazes fell upon Lin Yan and Su Moxin, they all looked on with envy. The blue and red helmets clearly indicated that the two were a couple.
Although motorcycles had become more popular in recent years, motorcycle couples were still quite rare.
Men are boys until they die. Who doesn't yearn for this kind of carefree, wind-chasing lifestyle, and to find a girlfriend who shares their interests?
Their speed was only around thirty kilometers per hour, but Su Moxin was riding with great enjoyment, honking her horn a few times when they encountered traffic jams.
"Hey, husband, look, there's another group of motorcyclists ahead!"
As they were driving into the city center, Su Moxin's gaze was suddenly drawn to a group of people in front of them.
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ps: Fourth update!!!!! Dudes, please give me some support!!