Night Rose

"If they follow their original driving plan, it should be enough, but you've caught up, and He Zhangxing will definitely get anxious. In this series of curves, force him to accelerate!" Su Jin made the final decision.

Zhou Zheng stepped on the gas and followed the car in front.

He followed at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, giving the impression that he was trying his best to catch up but could never reach the back of the car.

He Zhangxing kept the accelerator floored and braked at the limit at every bend. The blond-haired guy was excited and kept reminding He Zhangxing how far behind they had left the car behind.

As the car continued to curve, He Zhangxing's tires suddenly heated up and became slippery, which was not a good sign. It meant that their car could burst under the influence of any sand or gravel.

But they were completely consumed by their competitive spirit and paid no attention to this point.

Zhou Zheng did not have an advantage on the continuous curves. He was in no hurry to use up all his tires and always kept a certain distance from He Zhangxing's car.

An accident can happen in an instant.

He Zhangxing's race car, traveling at top speed, collided with a rock on the side of the road, and the tires could no longer withstand the pressure, suddenly bursting.

The car lost control, flew off the muddy road, and landed in the damp farmland next to it. The rear of the car went straight into the field, and the rear wing was completely damaged.

"Damn it! What happened?! How could the tire burst?! The engineer needs to be fired right now!"

He Zhangxing slammed his fist on the steering wheel and roared in frustration at the sky.

He struggled to climb out of the race car, only to find it had been tilted up, leaving him to crawl out in an extremely awkward position.

This scene was witnessed by Zhou Zheng, who happened to be passing by.

Zhou Zheng made a provocative gesture forward and fired a shot at He Zhangxing's last remaining shred of reason.

Unable to contain his anger, He Zhangxing's first victim was the blond-haired man who was closest to him.

"You're fired too, get out!" He Zhangxing kicked the blond-haired guy in the butt, knocking him off the race car.

"Ouch!"

With a scream, Huang Mao fell onto the damp mud, half a meter above the race car.

Wang Tianle whistled excitedly, "Brother Zhou! Awesome! They really got a flat tire!"

"Stop showing off, hurry up and drive back, we're waiting for you!" Su Jin reminded them through her earpiece.

"Understood," Zhou Zheng said in a deep voice.

As the unassuming race car crossed the finish line, the timer on the electronic screen refreshed once again.

"Ten minutes and twenty-nine seconds!"

The train schedules scrolled across the screen, and the "I really want to come" train team immediately jumped to first place!

"Su Jin, we're number one!!" Tu Ying shouted excitedly as she rushed into the tent, gesturing wildly as she began to calculate the accounts.

"I should have charged more for the game! We actually are number one!"

"There are other cars behind us," Su Jin teased him deliberately.

"Huh??" Tu Ying rushed to the screen, her heart leaping into her throat. "Can any other car beat us?"

"No." Su Jin smiled and shook her finger.

"Then why did you scare me!"

Tu Ying laughed and tried to rush up to hug Su Jin, but Su Jin pushed her away with one finger pressed against her chest.

Su Jin had witnessed too many champions, and she thought she would never experience any more fluctuations in her emotions.

But this time, she led a shabby team to victory, and her usually calm heart began to boil again.

She looks forward to the champions returning and sharing the championship champagne with them.

When Su Jin arrived in Nanyuan, she was determined to lead the team to compete in the rally held in China this year. She thought she would fail here, but she actually succeeded.

Before she could think about what would happen next, Su Jin was pulled by the wrist by Tu Ying, feeling the cheers and fireworks from the audience.

Colorful ribbons drifted down, and Su Jin reached out to catch one, overwhelmed with emotion.

She took out her phone, snapped a picture of the sky bursting with colorful stripes, and then posted it on her WeChat Moments.

There is no text, only this picture.

She then put away her phone and waited with Tu Ying for Zhou Zheng and the others to bring the car back.

When the race car appeared, the camera and fireworks were aimed at them. As the car door opened, the fireworks exploded and the shutter clicked.

None of the cars behind them attracted anyone else's attention.

He Zhangxing and Huang Mao's car was also pulled out of the farmland by the rescue team. He Zhangxing drove over with a dark face, watched Zhou Zheng being welcomed by the crowd, threw the keys into the arms of the manager who came to comfort people, and left directly.

"How did the race go? Did you get to perform at your best?"

"What are your thoughts on beating the favorites to win the championship?"

Zhou Zheng ignored the reporter and took off his helmet, throwing it to Wang Tianle.

He strode forward, his eyes fixed only on the person standing to the side waiting for him.

Tu Ying stood at the front. He originally wanted to give Zhou Zheng a big hug, but as soon as he opened his arms to hug him, Zhou Zheng pushed him away and threw him into Wang Tianle's arms.

"Little Fatty! Congratulations! We've won the championship! The prize money is in our hands!"

"Boss Tu, you have a good eye! We won!" Wang Tianle grinned foolishly along with him.

Unlike the atmosphere between them, the other side seemed isolated from the world, with no other noises to be heard.

Zhou Zheng stood firmly in front of Su Jin, his eyes resolute. "Su Jin, look, I won the championship."

"Yes, congratulations." Su Jin smiled, her gentle smile making Zhou Zheng's heart pound.

He was able to remain calm while driving the race car, but when he saw Su Jin's smile, he thought, "It was worth it!"

"Let's go, let's go collect the award," Su Jin reminded him.

On the podium, the runner-up and third-place winner were already in place, waiting for Zhou Zheng to take the stage.

Below the stage were reporters with cameras, while the organizers' staff moved swiftly around the podium, arranging various matters.

As Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle walked onto the podium, the sound of camera shutters clicking never stopped.

"Wow, he's really handsome! I didn't expect this year's Nanyuan rally to be so exciting. I've never seen him before, is he a rookie?"

"Would you like to join the racing team? That name sounds a bit corny. Is it a newly registered team by some powerful entity?"

"It's my tavern's caravan, that's right, I'm the boss." Tu Ying interjected from the side, with a smug expression on his face. If he had a tail, it would definitely be sticking up in the sky and never coming down.

The man turned around and saw Tu Ying, his mouth almost agape. "Such a young boss! You used to run a tavern, how come you're suddenly involved in racing? Where did you find such a promising talent?"

"Hey! It's simple, it's just about getting the tavern to fail. Can you interview me? I have a lot of experience to share," Tu Ying said with a smile.

The man glanced at the stage, then at him, and decided to shut up and continue taking pictures.

On the podium, Zhou Zheng raised the trophy high, and the organizers handed him a champagne jar.

The cool champagne bottle was covered with fine water droplets that sparkled in the sunlight.

A carefree smile crept across his lips as he gripped the cork with his thumb and shook it violently a few times.

"Bang!"

The cork shot into the sky like a bullet, followed by a gush of snow-white foam.

Zhou Zheng swung the bottle with one hand and sprayed it into the sky.

The golden liquid traced arcs under the blazing sun, exploding like victory fireworks and landing on everyone's heads.

He was enveloped in the hazy rain and mist, tilted his head back, and let the cold champagne flow down. Amidst the lingering aroma of the wine, she roared, releasing all the pressure from the journey.

This is the baptism of champions, the highest honor.

Across the shower of champagne, Zhou Zheng and Su Jin looked at each other in the crowd.