Chapter 66 I cried in anger
The national motorsport championship in Jinghai City is held at the Longji Circuit in Liujin.
The first day of qualifying matches and practice matches.
Without a doubt, Duan Mingxiao secured first place at the starting position that day.
Because participating in competitions requires joining a team, and the cost of maintaining a team for a year is more than a dozen small goals.
Duan Mingxiao was nominally the head of a foreign company in Beijing, working under the company's motorcade.
Originally, it was just a wealthy boss who liked to watch races and formed a racing team for fun. This foreign boss never expected that the team's ranking would be quite high thanks to Duan Mingxiao's achievements.
There are a total of eight teams, and the competition will select a team champion and an individual champion.
However, within the SV team, there are many racing drivers who have received formal training since childhood and privately look down on this young prince who joined midway through his career.
Some say he's too flamboyant and eccentric, and doesn't understand social etiquette; others say Duan Mingxiao got into the racing team through connections and background.
Duan Mingxiao never took the unspoken exclusion and isolation from the other three members of the team to heart.
His only goal is to win the championship.
He started learning about the sport when he was thirteen, and now at twenty, his goal has never changed.
After Duan Mingxiao left the field, the boy took off his helmet, put a straw in his mouth to drink water, and swallowed the water that went down his throat with his prominent Adam's apple.
SV team driver Zhao Ying, dressed in a black racing suit, immediately walked towards him.
The jealousy in the man's eyes was undeniable, and Duan Mingxiao once again took first place in this ranking competition.
After learning about Duan Mingxiao's family background, his jealousy intensified, and he did not turn to flatter him like the others.
Zhao Ying, on the contrary, showed an expression of sudden realization.
Duan Mingxiao was able to get first place, I wonder how much resources he spent behind the scenes.
Zhao Ying stepped forward in a sarcastic tone.
"Brother Duan, it looks like we're definitely going to bring the championship back for our team this time."
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, knew the current situation in the SV team. His eyes showed a hint of disdain as he looked Zhao Ying up and down without saying a word.
The young master remained expressionless, completely ignoring the other person.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, but Zhao Ying noticed the expressions on their faces and his own face turned pale.
The team consists of four riders. The team's ranking is determined by adding the scores of the two riders with the best results.
Zhao Ying spoke up again, unwilling to give up.
"That's true. With such a huge advantage, it would be unreasonable not to win the championship after taking first place in the qualifying rounds."
The buzzing of flies in my ear was annoying, even if I didn't want to pay attention to it.
Normally, when Zhao Ying comes up to him, Duan Mingxiao ignores him.
After all, the young master finds it troublesome to say a single word to outsiders, and it's considered a good mood for Duan Mingxiao to even give someone a proper look.
Duan Mingxiao lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at Zhao Ying, and said something extremely arrogant.
"The advantages are indeed significant."
"My advantage is that I have no disadvantages."
"As for the team championship, it's impossible to win with one team and three pigs."
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, burst out laughing. Her laughter was extremely sarcastic. Although she was uncomfortable being roasted by Duan Mingxiao, it was really fun to see others being roasted by him.
Zhao Ying's face turned ugly, and he couldn't utter a single word. He couldn't even refute what Duan Mingxiao said, since what he said was true.
The championship was won by their team, but their team couldn't even make the top five in the standings.
Ji Ruhui casually put his arm around Duan Mingxiao's shoulder.
"After this season ends, Ah Chan, do you want to switch teams?"
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow. He would consider it, but the owner of the SV team had been kind to him.
After all, no racing team wanted him back then, haha.
The second day of the main competition arrived.
As the black and white checkered flag was waved.
The deafening roar of the engines seemed to pierce the sky, and the black race car, like an eagle breaking through the clouds, hurtled towards the finish line.
The bronze-yellow metal trophy was firmly gripped in his palm, its reflection illuminating the man's spirited face.
Duan Mingxiao held up the trophy in his hand, and the audience erupted in cheers. The boy subconsciously looked towards the stands.
After a moment, Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but chuckle and lightly mock himself.
He's still at home, how could he be in the audience?
However, Duan Mingxiao was very happy, as he was about to have the happiest birthday in twenty years.
"Foolish Chun, this young master is back."
Duan Mingxiao muttered to himself, "Could he still be sleeping in his room?"
He dressed up specially for his return today, and had his hair styled by a stylist. Even the eldest son of the family doesn't dress this formally for a banquet.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao arrived at the door of the room where Cong Chun had once lived and knocked on the door.
Seeing that there was no response from inside the room for a long time, Duan Mingxiao simply opened the door in front of him.
My gaze fell upon the empty room before me, the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the windowpanes and falling onto the floor.
The entire room was bathed in a tranquil orange hue.
There was no wind in the air, and for a moment there was no sound.
The room was empty, and there were no familiar faces in the lobby along the way.
The white sheets were spotless, and the old patterned duvet cover had been removed.
The periwinkle on the windowsill and the strawberry plant that never grew were also gone.
A pale yellow note lay quietly on the ground.
Duan Mingxiao bent down to pick it up, his dark eyes fixed on it.
The handwriting on the sticky note was familiar.
"Remember to cook tomato and beef noodles tomorrow morning, but don't add scallions, as the young master doesn't like scallions."
The boy unconsciously crumpled the sticky note into a ball in his palm.
His presence was everywhere, but he himself was nowhere to be seen.
Picking up the familiar cloth bag from the table and finding money inside, Duan Mingxiao felt a surge of anger, his narrow eyes revealing a hint of ruthlessness and brutality.
It's all money, why should I give him money?
It seems they realized something.
The boy looked furious, gritted his teeth, and kicked the table in front of him without mercy, breaking the table leg.
The table tilted, and with a loud "bang," the racing car model that had been inside the box was knocked out.
The loud noise was deafening.
The once exquisite racing car model fell to the ground, its "wreckage" shattered everywhere, and the battery rolled to Duan Mingxiao's side...
A birthday present for him?
Suddenly, Duan Mingxiao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his mind went completely blank.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao knelt down with a thud. He picked up the model fragments and tried to put them back together, but he couldn't.
His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and regret, but his hand holding the model fragments trembled more and more.
Duan Mingxiao was angry with himself. Why was his leg so stupid to kick that table? He should have just chopped it off.
The championship trophy lying on the ground reflected Duan Mingxiao's ugly and distorted face.
He was so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot and tears streamed down his face.
The young master didn't even know who he was cursing.
"Cong Chun, come back here right now."
"Who gave you permission to leave?"
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