Half an hour later, the tires of both cars were almost warmed up, and Daniel and Reissner had also finished their warm-up. Both were wearing orange one-piece leather suits, matching the color of the bike's graphics, with the logos of several sponsors of the Honda factory team emblazoned on the suits.
Daniel had retired, so he didn't have a helmet sponsor and was wearing a helmet with Reissner's graphics.
After the warm-up, Daniel shook his arms and was the first to hit the track with a blast of throttle. He hadn't ridden a factory bike in a long time and needed to get accustomed to it.
A burst of passionate engine roar erupted as Daniel piloted the Honda beast onto the track, with Reissner close behind.
"Master, are you really so sure this guy is better than Reissner?"
After the two entered the track, the young apprentice beside them chimed in again.
Although he knew Daniel was a four-time champion back in the day, he had been retired for some time, and his physical condition was far from what it used to be. He didn't understand why his master still had such great confidence in him.
The Honda chief technician's attitude towards Daniel indeed puzzled the new technicians. He had personally picked him up, and Daniel was allowed to train with the latest factory bike as soon as he arrived at the base. It was worth noting that even Reissner couldn't train with the factory bike frequently.
Upon hearing this, several technicians around them also looked over.
This was one point that puzzled them. Another point was that almost half of the electronics on this RC213V had been removed. Under normal circumstances, such an incomplete racing bike would struggle to achieve good results on the track, as in
"What? Not walking anymore? Weren't you quite happy just now?"
Lin Yan walked towards his parked car, effortlessly holding Su Mojin's slender legs with both hands.
"I can't walk anymore, my legs hurt."
Hearing Lin Yan's teasing, Su Mojin put on a pained expression.
"Then we won't walk anymore, shall we go home?"
"Okay!"
Su Mojin obediently agreed, then reached out, took off Lin Yan's mask, and fed him a tanghulu.
Hmm... sour and sweet, very delicious.
Lin Yan had now thoroughly discovered that domestic snacks were so much better than foreign ones.
The two walked slowly along the street, with Su Mojin chattering in Lin Yan's ear as they walked.
"Hey, husband, wait a moment."
Su Mojin gently pulled Lin Yan, who turned his head in confusion. In his peripheral vision, he saw Su Mojin tilting her head and looking at a roadside shop. Lin Yan followed her gaze.
"Husband, look at that person... doesn't she look a bit like... Liu Jiali..."
Su Mojin pointed towards the shop. She was slightly nearsighted, but not severely. However, she wasn't wearing her glasses at the moment, so she couldn't see clearly.