Groups of people gathered together, watching the video of the four cars racing on the bend.
By now, only Ye Fan, Huang Feipeng, Zhao Mingyuan, and Ma Junqing remained in the race.
As each second ticked by, everyone's hearts grew heavier and remarkably oppressed.
They prayed for something to happen to Ye Fan, but that wish wasn't granted and wouldn't be.
The cheers and applause for the car god were gone, replaced by a look of indignation and disbelief.
"He's going to win."
"How can he win?"
"Heavens above, please don't let him win."
They never expected to lose, nor could they afford to, so no one wanted Ye Fan to win.
Finally, Ye Fan's car was the first to cross the finish line, followed by Huang Feipeng, Zhao Mingyuan, and Ma Junqing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, finally won." Xu Qianqian got out of the car, shouting and jumping in joy.
"Which side is Sister Xu on? How can she support him?" Everyone shook their heads in disappointment.
