Thirty-one years in the professional career, Lin Yan had once thought that if he were reborn, he would likely surpass his master in championship count, but this record was beyond his reach and impossible to break. He didn't even have the slightest thought of doing so, unless he was just coasting along in the races. With his status as the owner of Ducati, perhaps there would be a slight chance.
Most professional racers retire in their early thirties, with a select few managing to do so in their mid-thirties. In the years leading up to their retirement, they have almost entirely lost their competitive edge.
But his master, Rossi, was different. At thirty-eight, he could still win a race. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a veteran who was still going strong.
All of this stemmed from his master's unbelievably steady heart, which was evident from his master's debut race.
Back then, Honda had created the five-cylinder divine machine. There was no need to elaborate on how powerful this machine was. The saying "Honda is number one in the world" originated from this very machine. And at that time, the first appearance of this machine was piloted by Lin Yan's master, Rossi.
At that time, this combination was an invincible presence in the GP paddock, truly unbeatable.
However, after winning several world championships, Honda became arrogant. Public opinion spread, with rumors suggesting that Rossi's championships weren't due to his own strength, but rather Honda's superior machines.
Honda themselves didn't say this, but judging by their attitude at the time, they likely believed it themselves. The prevailing view among the audience in that era was that as long as you rode a Honda, you could win championships.
It was from then on that Rossi and Honda officially parted ways. Boss Luo moved to Yamaha, which was still quite weak among the six major manufacturers at the time. Yamaha was not as dominant in GP as it is today. Back then, they were not only inferior in cornering but also in straight-line speed, making them the bottom-tier existence among the six major manufacturers.
In the words of the audience at the time, "A company that makes musical instruments is making motorcycles? Isn't that a joke?" (Yamaha's main business is musical instruments.)
Although Yamaha's bikes weren't as weak as the audience claimed, they were not far off. All of Rossi's fans at the time believed that his transfer was a bit impulsive. Staying with Honda, despite the disagreements, would have allowed him to secure championships more consistently. However, legends are legends; the paths they take are destined to be untrodden by others.
The following year, Rossi mounted the Yamaha factory bike, codenamed YZR-
125. His heart rate was enviable. Thinking this, Lin Yan sighed. Of his two masters, one was as steady as an old dog, while the other was as reckless as if he didn't care about his own life.
Rossi was the creator of the lowest recorded heart rate in GP history, while the highest was set by The King of the Mountains. One was technically brilliant, the other was fearless. It was truly fitting.
The human body's maximum heart rate is 220. In one race, The King of the Mountains' heart rate spiked to 215, setting a record even if only for a moment.
Given his excellent start in this life, he should probably win more championships. Oh, and there was also the matter of the Wei and Song families. Lin Yan wouldn't feel at ease until those two families were brought down.
In just a short while, Lin Yan had figured out his future plans and drifted off to sleep on his bed.
When Lin Yan woke up again, it was already afternoon. He went to the living room of his room and saw the little girl still working. He immediately felt a surge of anger. Without a word, he walked over, picked up Su Mojin, and carried her towards the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Rest!"
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Three months later, in the hospital, Lin Yan stood in a consultation room, holding a report. His wrist trembled slightly.
"Young Master, we have confirmed it several times. The young madam is indeed carrying twins, a boy and a girl. The due date is approximately four months from now."
Facing Lin Yan, a doctor in a white coat, wearing glasses, pushed them up his nose and spoke.
Lin Yan stood frozen in place. It took him a while to snap out of his joy. He excitedly pushed open the door to the examination room and walked towards Su Mojin.
At this moment, Su Mojin was being helped off the examination equipment by a nurse. Seeing this, Lin Yan quickly walked over, asked the nurse to step aside, and personally went to help her.
"You can let them help."
Seeing this, Su Mojin glanced at Lin Yan with her beautiful eyes, her own excitement clearly visible.
Su Mojin was now five months pregnant, her belly noticeably round. She was wearing a hospital gown, her front bulging.
"No, I'll help you myself. Right now, you and the two little ones are my greatest treasures."
Even though his emotions had calmed down, an uncontrollable smile still played on Lin Yan's face. He chuckled foolishly, looking quite simple and honest.
He helped Su Mojin all the way downstairs and into the car. Along the way, Lin Yan also asked Li Wei to inform Lin Guoxiong and the others of the news.