As he looked up, he locked eyes with Pei Donghan's meaningful gaze.
The racer next to Xie Chenmin glanced around and said with apparent evasion, "Eh, where did they go? They were clearly just here."
What?
They were just here?
!!!
Xie Chenmin's heart skipped a beat.
As he entered the racetrack, the familiar scent of racing oil filled the air, and his whole body seemed to awaken with excitement.
In his mind, someone like W was completely out of their league.
Even if they were on the same team, he probably could only catch a distant glimpse of him at the end of the race as he ascended the podium to receive the trophy from the judges.
Dining and training together?
What a joke!
No big shot was that approachable.
Yet now, his teammate told him that W had also been at the racetrack just moments ago.
Whether it was four years ago in the audience stands of the racing event or through various media reports that followed, Xie Chenmin had only seen W clad in his racing suit.
