As in the first three laps, Lin Yan found it very difficult to handle the remaining nine corners.
All were high-speed corners, and Lin Yan’s technique in handling the details was not as good as his master's.
"In corner eleven, Luo Xi overtook Lin Shen. In corner twelve, Lin Shen took back the lead."
Two F1 cars, nearly six meters long, sped along the track, battling back and forth.
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Dongya Country, seaside villa complex.
Autumn twilight was gradually cooling, and the setting sun cast long shadows. It was already afternoon in Dongya Country, and the sunlight was dim. Half the sun hung on the mountaintop.
Ma Wang lay on a lounge chair on the beach, scrolling through his phone. With a flick of his finger, he came across a short video of Luo Xi and Lin Yan competing.
Huh?
He straightened up. How did he get involved with this old guy?
Clicking into the live broadcast, he saw Lin Yan locked in a fierce battle with Luo Xi. Ma Wang had a bad feeling. Could he have been beaten to it?
This premonition was not good. Soon, Ma Wang sat up from his lounge chair. No wonder this guy hadn't come to Dongya to look at villas recently; he was busy with this.
Should he go to Huaxia?
A thought surfaced in Ma Wang's mind.
No, the Os race was about to begin. It was too late to go to Huaxia now.
Let me think.
He had been competing with that old guy for so long. Such a talent absolutely could not be given up.
Luo Xi and Ma Wang had some history from their younger days, and their fans often argued because of it. However, as the saying goes, time can fade everything. After retiring, both of them had mellowed considerably. Their past friction was merely a matter of on-track competition.
The animosity was gone, but the competition remained. How could such a talent be easily yielded to another?
It wasn't until the sun had completely set that Ma Wang came back to his senses, and a new idea formed in his mind.
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After the nine corners, Luo Xi had pulled ahead of Lin Yan by 0.1 seconds. Lin Yan was now a car length behind.
The race quickly entered its fifth lap. In corner five this time, Lin Yan still braked.
"If this continues, Lin Shen will lose."
Seeing the situation on the track, a female fan in Lin Yan's fan section said worriedly.
This female fan was very beautiful, only slightly less so than Su Mojin. She was of the cute type, in her early twenties, wearing a white shirt and a white skirt.
Of course, besides being a fan, she also had a special identity: the leader of Lin Yan's female fan club.
"If he loses, he loses, but Lin Shen's character is beyond reproach. I like him."
Seeing this, the friend next to her nodded. It looked like he was going to lose, but Lin Shen's character was simply too outstanding, beyond any doubt.
The friend gazed at Lin Yan's car on the track, speaking with a dazed expression.
With such an idol, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
"Alright, little fangirl, what's the use of you liking him? So many people like Lin Shen. Even if he doesn't have a girlfriend, you don't know how long you'd have to wait, let alone the fact that he already has a girlfriend."
"Hmph, even if I can't have him, can't I at least talk about it!"
Seeing her friend's infatuated look, Chen Qianqian shook her head. This girl.
Although Chen Qianqian also liked Lin Yan, she knew she had no chance, whether it was in terms of looks or anything else. Therefore, as the leader of such a large fan club, she had never proactively contacted Lin Yan from beginning to end.
The five laps ended, and the sixth lap began. The gap between them widened to 0.3 seconds. Lin Yan was now three car lengths behind Luo Xi, and the situation was becoming clear.
A 0.3-second gap was enough to decide the outcome.
Hao Dong's live stream comments.
"Alas, he lost."
"It's okay, everyone, stay calm. Losing and winning in races is normal. Besides, losing to the opponent isn't shameful for Lin Shen."
"That's right. Lin Shen is only twenty years old, while the opponent is a well-known veteran in his forties. Isn't it normal to lose?"
"I'm a Luo fan. I have to say, your Lin Shen is indeed amazing to be able to compete to this extent with Luo."
"Indeed, I'm also very impressed. Besides Luo Xi, your Lin Shen is also very powerful. I'm a fan now!"
...
The previous comments in the live stream had all been cleared. The platform had directly banned all those trolls.
Based on backend data, most of these were IPs from Song Corporation, likely indicating that the front-line conflict had extended to Lin Yan.
The race quickly entered the final lap. Lin Yan was already 0.5 seconds behind. In such a situation, unless a miracle occurred, the outcome was almost predetermined.
In the last corner, the two cars exited the turn, preparing to cross the finish line. Lin Yan's helmet was already covered in sweat.
He had given his all. The saying was true: losing to his master was not shameful.
Exiting the corner and crossing the finish line.
"Let us congratulate Boss Luo for winning this race."
The two F1 cars crossed the finish line one after another. Undoubtedly, Luo Xi ultimately won.
By the time the cars crossed the finish line, their tires were completely worn out, especially Lin Yan's. If they had gone for another half a lap, they probably would have blown. This showed how fiercely they had competed.
Taking off their helmets, they climbed out of the cars. Lin Yan and Luo Xi bumped fists.
"Kid, thanks."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Luo Xi spoke first.
"If I hadn't braked, even if I had won, it would have been a loss."
"Hahaha! Lin, I'm definitely your friend. No, as you say in Huaxia, we are brothers."
Hearing Luo Xi's words, a strange expression appeared on Lin Yan's face.
Rebirth: I'm Brothers with My Master?
What nonsense.
Shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Lin Yan walked towards the pit room. Regardless, his relationship with his master had definitely progressed further than before.
As the two crossed the finish line, the comments were filled with harmony. Although Lin Yan's fans were a bit regretful, after the race, many of Luo Xi's fans flooded into the live stream to comfort them.
Such a harmonious scene among fans was extremely rare on the racetrack.
Back in the pit room, Lin Yan, with Su Mojin's help, took off his racing suit. His clothes underneath were soaked with sweat and felt uncomfortable. Su Mojin briefly wiped him down and then got a new set from the lounge for Lin Yan to change into.
"Here, let me wipe you again. Don't go out yet. You've sweated so much; don't catch a cold when you go out."
In the lounge, Su Mojin carefully attended to Lin Yan. Looking at his exhausted face, Su Mojin's eyes were filled with heartache.
If this weren't Lin Yan's hobby, Su Mojin truly wished she could persuade him to stop. Every time she watched from below, she was so nervous she couldn't even bear to watch the race.
"Come on, were you worried again?"
Seeing the little girl quietly wiping his sweat, Lin Yan stroked her head.
His own wife was not good at hiding things; everything was almost written on her face.
"No."
Su Mojin shook her head, speaking in a muffled tone.
Although she said no, her tone was full of worry.