Lin Yan felt helpless.
The two emerged from the lounge, and the entrance to the pit room was already crowded with media, many of whom were there to interview Lin Yan and Luo Xi.
"Lin is arguably the most talented and strongest driver I've ever seen under the age of thirty-five."
Facing the media, Luo Xi stated with certainty.
"Oh my god, Luo, is that your honest assessment?"
"Yes, I can confirm that this is the truth, and there is no one else like him."
Addressing the Western media, Luo Xi gave Lin Yan extremely high praise.
This assessment led the media to believe Luo Xi had gone mad.
If he had said Lin Yan was strong, they would have had no objections, but Luo Xi had called him the strongest, without exception, which naturally astonished them.
Typically, prominent figures would not make such definitive statements, as it could backfire if proven wrong.
It was the first time they had witnessed a legendary figure like Luo Xi speak with such conviction.
Several reporters scribbled furiously in their notebooks, intending to publish these words. A Chinese racing prodigy affirmed by a legend?
The thought alone was sensational.
In reality, Luo Xi had been rather understated. By adding the age limit of thirty-five, he implied that even seasoned racing legends might not be Lin Yan's match, as evidenced by the previous international friendly match.
These Western media and reporters had followed Luo Xi's news to China.
Once Lin Yan appeared, Luo Xi dismissed the media. Lin Yan had mentioned his dislike for interviews during dinner, and Luo Xi always respected his wishes.
After the interview concluded, Luo Xi returned to the sofa.
"Alright, you rascal! I told you, you shouldn't have held back, you should have just taken down Old Luo."
Lin Yan sat on the sofa, with Su Mojin massaging his shoulders. Before Luo Xi could even sit down, the foreigner with a beard leaned in, fanning the flames beside Lin Yan.
"Actually, I really wanted to do that, but my strength wasn't enough. I'm still too weak. If I were strong enough, I definitely would have overtaken him."
Lin Yan chuckled. Ultimately, it was a matter of insufficient strength. Every disciple harbored a dream of surpassing their master.
Upon hearing Lin Yan call himself weak, the foreigner with a beard pouted. You're weak? You're stronger than me, and you have the nerve to say that? If you're weak, then what am I?
"By the way, doesn't your family deal in motorcycle parts? I need to place an order."
"Okay, send me the order when you get back, and I'll give you a friendly price, thirty percent off."
The foreigner with a beard didn't think much of a few materials.
Luo Xi returned and sat down, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Alright, let's go check on those youngsters outside."
Ignoring the foreigner with a beard's comment, Luo Xi brought up the youth races happening outside.
Hearing this, Lin Yan nodded and stood up from his chair.
Zhou Xianyong and Zhang Mingzhi had already gone to officiate the races, and they were likely to start soon.
Today's youth race was also very important, as it would determine the first batch of students for Lin Yan's academy.
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Yan Xiaoqiang readily agreed to the race with the two individuals.
Not taking advantage of a free opportunity would make him a scoundrel.
He sat up from the pile of bricks, patted the dust off his thighs, and walked out of the construction site.
Outside the construction site was an old district. Yan Xiaoqiang worked on the outskirts of the city, where there were many construction projects. At his age, this was the only place willing to take him in.
Leaving the construction site, Yan Xiaoqiang's beloved car was locked to a large tree by the roadside.
Yan Xiaoqiang's ride was an RC390, yes, a parallel import, which he bought with two months' salary for ten thousand yuan.
Approaching the car, he unlocked the chain connecting the tire to the tree and patted the dust off his beloved vehicle.
This 390 was not only a parallel import but also in a state that could only be described as dilapidated, a true battle-worn version.
The frame and fenders on both sides were so worn that the paintwork and graphics were invisible. The footpegs and handlebars were slightly bent, and one side was missing a footpeg, replaced by a wooden stick whittled into the shape of a footpeg.
Of course, these were damages Yan Xiaoqiang had incurred himself from falls, not how the seller had sold it to him.
After unlocking the bike, Yan Xiaoqiang ran across the road to a shop to retrieve his leather jacket and helmet.
Seeing Yan Xiaoqiang's ragged appearance, the two individuals riding Ninja 250s on the opposite side sneered.
"Where do you want to race? How about we go to the usual spot?"
With his gear ready, Yan Xiaoqiang suggested to the two. The "usual spot" he referred to was a temporarily abandoned school behind the construction site, which he had slightly modified into his current practice area.
"No way. You don't care about your life, but we do. Let's go to a proper track."
"But my..."
Upon hearing "proper track," Yan Xiaoqiang immediately showed a look of difficulty.
"Don't worry, we'll pay for it."
Seeing Yan Xiaoqiang's expression, the two waved their hands, indicating they would cover the cost.
Hearing this, Yan Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up. It seemed he had stumbled upon some generous fools today.
Without further pretense, he readily agreed.
The group then rode their bikes towards the racetrack.
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On the sixth floor of the office building, Lin Yan, Luo Xi, the foreigner with a beard, Vinaris, and Su Mojin sat before luxurious sofas, observing the scene outside through the glass.
Besides the floor-to-ceiling windows, a large screen was also placed nearby. They had initially intended to watch from the stands, but their presence there would likely cause the crowd to mob them.
This sixth floor was a space Lin Yan had prepared in advance for his own viewing pleasure.
On the track, a cleanup crew was clearing the debris left behind by the previous race.
Thirty young racers, astride thirty Aprilia 660s, lined up at the starting grid.
"Wow, there are so many people! Brother, with so many spectators, I... I'm a little nervous."
"Don't worry, sister. With your talent, you're definitely going to make it into the top ten."