It has a lot of sparkly things hanging on it, the kind that the little one likes to pull on.
Chi Yuan kept working with his hands, staring blankly out the window, simulating the racetrack route in his mind, recalling the best entry point, apex position, and exit timing for each corner.
The sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts.
He turned his head and cast an inquisitive glance at the assistant who walked in wearing a name tag.
"Mr. Chi, the maintenance team is already outside. We can begin inspecting the race car."
"good."
He took the clean towel handed to him by his assistant, dried his hands, and walked out while responding.
Just then, a waiter came into Chi Yuan's waiting room with a fruit platter to change the fruit platter. As the three of them passed each other, Chi Yuan suddenly called out to stop the waiter.
"I want to eat pomegranates, soft-seeded pomegranates."
After handing the towel back to his assistant, Chi Yuan stared at the bananas, blueberries, and strawberries on the fruit plate before looking up.
He gently raised his chin and continued to emphasize, word by word.
"It needs to be fresh and juicy, and delivered before my match ends."
"Okay, it will be delivered on time."
Stared at with such intense, almost tangible gaze, the waiter dared not look up and meet her eyes, only managing a stammering response before smiling and looking away.
With his hands in his pockets, Chi Yuan smiled and politely said "thank you" to the waiter.
"Yuan, are you ready?"
A burly man with flaxen hair and a thick beard led his team in a bustling, energetic work.
Their powerful voices filled the entire parking lot.
“I’m ready, but I feel I could be better prepared.”
Facing familiar faces, Chi Yuan smiled even more genuinely. He leaned forward slightly and joked with everyone in an upbeat tone.
The group began checking the race car's tire pressure, tread pattern, and braking system.
After taking one last look at the race car's water tank and fuel tank, Chi Yuan finally felt reassured enough to put on his gloves and helmet, get into the car, and check the fit of his equipment.
The helmet provides clear visibility, and the gloves offer a good fit and excellent grip on the steering wheel…
Chi Yuan lowered his eyes, gripped the steering wheel, and made several turns.
"not bad."
Chi Yuan tries his best to personally handle all the pre-match checks.
After all, racing is still very dangerous, and people could really die.
Chi Yuan loves the near-death experience he gets from racing at breakneck speed, but that doesn't mean he actually wants to die.
As the racers made their final adjustments, the atmosphere outside the track was already completely ignited.
"Only three minutes remain until the start of the race! Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for this feast of speed and passion?"
Over the loudspeaker, the commentator shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice penetrating every inch of the stadium through the surround sound system.
"Ready!"
He was met with a deafening roar of cheers; the audience stood up, waving their objects around, the shouts so loud they made their eardrums ache.
Shen Yulou squinted as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the soda, and waved the little flag in his hand as well.
"Let's do as the locals do."
Shen Meiren bought a sticker with Chi Yuan's name on it from a street vendor and stuck it on her face while looking at her phone screen.
The colorful flags outside dazzled the little one.
The chubby little dumpling moved restlessly in its father's warm pocket, its mouth constantly smiling.
"The baby can wear it too, and Dad can wear it too."
"ah!"
The little boy clapped his hands excitedly, watching his father stick the stickers onto his pocket.
"Um?"
What is this?
With big, round eyes full of curiosity, the little one lowered his head and stretched out his chubby hands to start picking at the sticker.
"Jiujiu?"
The novel toy caught the child's attention, and the little one stopped looking at the outside world and began to focus intently on peeling off the stickers stuck to the fabric.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, little one, scratch, scratch, scratch.
At the track entrance, the lights suddenly became several times brighter.
One after another, top-of-the-line race cars sped toward the starting line in sequence, their vibrant colors dazzling under the lights, and their sleek body lines conveying an ultimate sense of speed.
The atmosphere in the entire venue was instantly brought to a fever pitch.
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