Chapter 174 Chasing Dreams (Final)
It was accompanied by a final, deafening roar.
The cheers at the scene were like a tsunami, engulfing the entire world. Checkered flags were raised in unison, and the California sun was so dazzling that it was almost blinding.
"Champion! Champion! Knox! Knox!"
An excited, sharp voice exploded in Cong Chun's ears, and Cong Chun involuntarily stood up.
As the car door slowly opened, the driver inside stood up. Duan Mingxiao's slightly spasmodic fingers removed his helmet, his chest rose and fell slightly, and sweat soaked his long, strong neck. The boy's eyes swept around the audience.
The surrounding scenery was bizarre and surreal, but Duan Mingxiao immediately spotted Cong Chun in the audience.
As if by telepathy, amidst the lively scene and everyone cheering his name, Duan Mingxiao could only see those serene and beautiful eyes, automatically blocking out the noisy sounds.
Cong Chun's face was beaming with joy. His expression was usually calm, and even his smile wasn't very wide, but at this moment he waved his hand excitedly.
On the podium, Duan Mingxiao raised the championship trophy. Rather than kissing it, he wanted to kiss Cong Chun in the audience. Accompanied by countless flashes of light, as if it were daytime, the spirited young man finally stood on the stage called "World" and won the highest honor.
All the hard work and training over the past few days and nights has finally paid off at this moment.
He is both talented and hardworking, and Duan Mingxiao is the world champion without a doubt!
However, Duan Mingxiao did not give many interviews. After stepping off the podium, he even asked the team members to keep the trophy for him.
In the exit passage, Cong Chun was waiting for him, with flowers to offer him.
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward and hugged Cong Chun.
He thought to himself that he was now embracing an entire spring.
"Congratulations on your outstanding racing performance, Knox!"
"Cong Chun's beloved boyfriend, Duan Mingxiao!"
Four years later, it's graduation season again.
At this time, Cong Chun had been working for AM, a foreign construction company, for almost two years.
Inside the venue, applause rang out again, but this time the protagonist was someone else.
Cong Chun was wearing a suit. A few years later, he was like a white magnolia, calm, composed, and low-key.
He was propelled forward by a tidal wave of applause and brought under the spotlight.
The boy didn't speak immediately; Cong Chun simply nodded slightly. Such grand occasions were just commonplace for him.
His works can be found in some large landmark shopping malls and public buildings both domestically and internationally.
This is not the first time Cong Chun has stood on the podium, nor will it be the last. He believes he will have countless such moments in the future.
Those cold buildings gained a touch of warmth because of his involvement.
As a child, he built a small house with small stones in front of his door. Later, the landmark building "Xi Yue" in Jinghai City, which he designed, was widely praised and attracted a constant stream of people to visit and take photos.
Cong Chun initially only wanted to build a house that wouldn't leak for his grandparents, but later he wanted his architectural designs to be loved by most people.
As it turned out, he did it.
From campus project competitions, to the domestic MDO Design Award, to the Paris Architecture Prize, and then to the Felice Architecture Award, the highest award in the architecture world.
The crystal trophy refracted tiny rays of light, which fell on Cong Chun's face.
Cong Chun bent down, revealing a long, fair neck. The boy, as elegant as a swan, kissed the cold, angular trophy, as if traveling through time to kiss that beautiful, dreamy afternoon of his childhood.
Below the stage, that familiar figure is always there; Duan Mingxiao never misses such an important moment.
Duan Mingxiao remained calm, but his eyes revealed undisguised pride and arrogance. The young master looked up at him, gazing at the direction of his heart.
The boy on stage shone brightly, attracting everyone's attention.
Cong Chun, this time it's my turn to be your audience and witness your success.
Amid the applause, Cong Chun looked at him quietly, while the boy's lips curled up slightly. They smiled at each other, and he was confident and composed, like a sharp sword with its edge hidden.
What I expect, what I want, what I long for.
You'll see, I'll get them all one by one.
Duan Mingxiao, I don't want to be protected under your wings.
All I want is to walk alongside you.
Cong Chun wanted both his dream and his best partner.
Thus, the wildfire was extinguished, and the wildfire survived the spring.
—The End—
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