"If you want to go, then go. This might be your last chance to race openly!"
A woman, who had come up to the middle-aged man unbeknownst to him, gently held his hand with a soft smile on her face.
"I know you've always had a dream of racing bikes, but you stopped for me and the kids. This is a chance to serve the country—don't miss it!"
Hearing her words, the middle-aged man smiled with joy. He picked up the helmet beside him and walked towards the warehouse.
When the warehouse door opened, a black mountain bike stood silently there. The bike was spotless, but it was clear it hadn't been used in a long time. The middle-aged man put on his helmet and gently stroked the bike.
"Old buddy, this might be our last battle together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Seeing the number, a faint smile appeared on his face.
When he answered the call, he didn't even get a chance to speak before an excited voice from the other end spoke.
