"Hmm? You don't know?" Ying Hengyu raised his eyebrows slightly, then realized, "Oh right, she was always fully armed on the track before, it's normal you don't remember, but her signature move, you definitely recognize."
He took out his phone from his pocket, played the racing video of Rong Zhi he had asked from Ying Yunlin back then, and pointed it at the camera.
On the screen was the video of Little Ying God reaching the summit for the first time, he swiped his finger to switch to last year's F3 Formula race in Beijing.
The perfect and stunning 360-degree turn was unparalleled.
The commentator's eyes shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to disbelief.
The hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, he looked up suddenly, "It's Little Ying God?!"
The photographer filming the video content was also a bit dazed, awakened by the sound, he asked similarly, "Is it really her?!"
It's been a year, a whole year without seeing the god who once stood at the peak!
