The commentator's endless voice was heard in my ears, and the three words "Meng Jianwan" were inseparable from the three words.

The commentator said similarly to Coach Wu, saying that Meng Jianwan's results in turning and straight lines were very stable. Every time he passed a corner, the commentator would report how many minutes and seconds her results were. Through accurate data, he could know more clearly and intuitively that her speed was constantly improving. It seemed that she was determined to win the championship title.

The strength of the same team is not to be outdone, and perfectly surpasses the opponent in front on another corner, becoming the second place at the moment.

Now, first and second place are in the same team.

Coach Wu clenched his fists excitedly, said "yes", and then slapped the staff behind him.

Song Yu's emotions were infected by them, and the corners of his mouth curled up a beautiful curve. He quickly pursed his lips and looked at Meng Jianwan's figure for a moment.

The commentator was also passionate: "Now we see that No. 37 driver Yao Dali successfully surpassed No. 83 player Kong Xiangfei and became the second place on the field, but No. 83 Kong Xiangfei is looking for an opportunity and wants to surpass No. 37 player Yao Dali through a straight line. So has he succeeded?"

"Ah, unfortunately, Kong Xiangfei lost the best opportunity. Our second place is still No. 37 player Yao Dali! But don't be discouraged, our game has just begun, and it is full of infinite possibilities."

"Through the scene, we can clearly see that No. 76 player Meng Jianwan is far ahead and no one can surpass him for the time being. The runner-up competition is between Yao Dali and Kong Xiangfei. The other vehicles are also competing fiercely. What wonderful results will be presented in the end? Let's wait and see..."

When the players ran to the sixth lap, Coach Wu's heart gradually became clear. He took a step back and took a sip of tea with his own space cup: "According to the current situation, Meng Jianwan should be able to win the championship."

As soon as he finished the conclusion, a staff member next to him said, "No, look at Kong Xiangfei, now he has surpassed Dali and has successfully regained his ranking when he started the train. He is still exerting force and narrowing the gap with Meng Jianwan." He pointed to the picture and said excitedly, "Look at what I said, he is only one curve away from Meng Jianwan now. The next time he turns, he may be able to..."

Before the staff could finish their words, the next corner came. Kong Xiangfei's front was connected with Meng Jianwan's rear. The next second, the two motorcycles advanced side by side, tilting the body almost at the same time.

Maybe the distance was too close, Meng Jianwan was afraid that he would hit him, so he slowed down and walked around the corner. Kong Xiangfei successfully surpassed her and became the new No. 1.

Coach Wu: “…”

Coach Wu turned his head and looked at the staff next to him and hissed: "You are the undercover agent sent by the other party? You can just talk? Why don't you be a commentator?"

The staff touched their nose with laughter and cry: "I... seek truth from facts."

Coach Wu knew that what he was saying was true, but he was still a little depressed.

Song Yu was not as emotional as them. He always stared at the back of the motorcycle seriously and focusedly. Occasionally the camera would switch to close-up, and he could see the shaking front of the car and the enlarged helmet.

Blocked by the helmet's blindfold, he couldn't see Meng Jianwan's expression clearly, but he could imagine her confidence and elegance.

The commentator was shocked by the scene just now, and the rhythm was half a beat slower: "What did I just see?! No. 83 Kong Xiangfei fell from second to third, and faintly fell to fourth place. Unexpectedly, he overtook one after another and successfully won the first place! This is what I often tell you. The stadium changes rapidly, and no one can predict what will happen in the next second without the finish line. Well, let's talk about Meng Jianwan. The reason why he just fell behind was because of safety reasons. The two cars were too close to each other, and if you were not careful, there was a risk of a car crash..."

Coach Wu narrowed his eyes, his expression tense, and said, "It's the seventh lap, Meng Jianwan hasn't recovered it yet."

The staff responded: "Kong Xiangfei seemed to be the second place in the competition last year? He was so energetic this year. This is Meng Jianwan's first time participating. It is not embarrassing to lose to him. Being able to get a good ranking proves that she is very powerful."

Coach Wu glanced at him with his hands behind his back and snorted coldly: "...Don't talk." He was almost scared when he said anything.

Staff: "…"

Coach Wu turned his head and looked at Song Yu on the other side. He seemed to have entered a state of meditation. After a while, his posture did not change, and he looked at the screen steadily.

Song Yu noticed his gaze, cleared his throat, and said, "Wanwan has started to overtake and should be able to get the throne of the first place."

Coach Wu was stunned and his gaze quickly turned back to the screen. Sure enough, the straight-line distance between the two cars was closer again. Before the corner was reached, Meng Jianwan surpassed Kong Xiangfei.

Coach Wu's pupils dilated and he exhaled: "Good!"

At the same time, the commentator also excitedly talked about Meng Jianwan's strength, and he also mentioned that the number of people watching the live broadcast of the game has increased sharply.

When Meng Jianwan was on the field, he almost isolated himself from the outside world, and even had no energy to pay attention to his opponent. She was concentrating on her, galloping forward one bend after another, her body sometimes bowed down and sometimes stood up. The motorcycle under her was integrated with her, tilting and sometimes standing upright as she moved.

The last lap—

Meng Jianwan pursed his lips and spared no effort to sprint towards the finish line. The No. 83 player Kong Xiangfei, who was behind him, bit her very tightly, and she did not look back to see the difference between him and him.

Only ten meters, nine meters, eight meters, seven meters...the last meter is left.

The commentator's voice rose to the highest point: "Congratulations to the No. 76 player Meng Jianwan, who won the championship in this competition! The runner-up is our No. 83 player Kong Xiangfei. So who will be the third place? Yao Dali and No. 29 player Zhen Xu are competing for the third place... Congratulations to Yao Dali! Now that we are here today, our champion, runner-up, and third place will be born, and the rest of the players are still heading towards the finish line!"

Coach Wu whistled, took off his hat and waved it excitedly. The excitement could not be expressed, and he patted the staff on the shoulders again: "The champion and third place are both from our team! Did you hear it?!"

Staff: "I heard it, congratulations."

Coach Wu: "Hahaha, we are happy together."

In the picture, Meng Jianwan's motorcycle stopped brakes, and the shot that should have been switched to other players in the arena fell on her again.

She turned sideways slightly, still sitting on the motorcycle, raised her head and took off her helmet, her face was flushed and she was panting. The braids that Xiaosang had braided for her before were a little messy. She raised her hand and pulled off the rubber band, grabbed her hair away, and looked back at the direction of the track, where her teammates were there.

The camera turned around at this time, facing the distance, and the rest of the players reached the finish line one after another, announcing the end of the game.

Meng Jianwan saw Xiao Sang and Bowen and others, raised his arms and waved his hands, stepped down from the motorcycle. In the bright sunshine, the smile on her face was freely.

Xiao Sang was wearing a racing suit and ran over in a strange posture, slapped Meng Jianwan's high fives: "Congratulations, champion!"

Dali and Bowen also came over to hug Meng Jianwan and congratulate him.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, and his joy was beyond words: "Let's go."

She looked in the direction where the team was. Song Yu had already come out and was waiting for her in her pocket with both hands, but she had no time to go over and talk to him now. Next is the last part of the game - awards ceremony.

The people in the team were divided into two groups. Meng Jianwan and Yao Dali walked together, and Xiao Sang and Bowen returned to the team.

Dali said as he walked, "I guess Kong Xiangfei would hate you so much. He took the second place last year. This year he worked hard to get the first place, but you came out to intercept him. If he did it again, he might get the title of "10,000-year-old second".

Meng Jianwan smiled and said modestly, "This is all fate."

Yao Dali was amused by her.

Before the smiles on the two of them were restrained, they met Kong Xiangfei, the No. 83 player who was also walking towards the podium. He saw the two people talking and laughing, and their faces looked very bad and dark as if they were as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Meng Jianwan glanced at him and did not intend to say hello to him.

Winning and losing on the field is based on personal strength, and luck only accounts for a small part. Take a step back and forth, the competition is not about participating. If he loses, he will have no good face to other opponents, which means that others are not good and have no competitive spirit.

Meng Jianwan looked at Dali and continued to joke with him: "Have you chosen where to have a dinner party tonight? I promised that I would treat you, don't be polite."

Dali scratched the back of his head and said, "I have no objection, let's see them."

The three people who received the award walked to the podium. Meng Jianwan, as the champion, stood in the middle, one left and one right, the runner-up and third place. The staff of the organizer presented them with awards, halting medals, and finally a routine interview session.

The staff held the microphone and focused on interviewing the highlights of the entire competition Meng Jianwan: "Do you know? Because of you, the number of viewers in our live broadcast increased exponentially. I saw the barrage saying that you were participating in the drift race, so why would you want to participate in the motorcycle race? Is it because you are interested or something?"

Meng Jianwan pondered for a while and first answered officially: "The increase in the number of people watching the live broadcast is not my personal reason, it is because this game is very exciting, and the performance of other players is also excellent, which is worthy of everyone's attention."

The staff laughed. She might not know that many live broadcasts were given to her. Seeing the content of those barrage, most people came for her.

Meng Jianwan paused and answered his other question calmly: "I will come to participate in the motorcycle competition because today is Mr. Song's birthday, and the champion is the birthday gift I gave him."

The staff was stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect it to be the reason. They didn't answer for a while. After realizing that, Mr. Song, whom she said, was her husband, Song Yu. He opened his eyes slightly and restrained his emotions and said, "Did Mr. Song come to the scene today?!"

Meng Jianwan curled the corner of his mouth, his expression was a little helpless, and he didn't want to answer questions that were not related to the event: "Please return to the topic, okay?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the staff's eyes. After reflecting on his own, he was indeed a little gossiped about his questions. He then asked Meng Jianwan several questions on the court, and instead interviewed runner-up Kong Xiangfei and third place Dali. The topic was all about this competition and did not go off topic anymore.

After the entire interview, the people on the scene can leave.

Meng Jianwan and Dali went to meet with the people in the convoy. From afar, she saw Song Yu walking towards her.

The sun shrouded the man, dressed in thin shirt and black trousers, handsome and charming. He had a faint smile on his face and opened his arms to her.

Meng Jianwan remained silent. She did not have the habit of hugging in public. She threw her helmet to Dali on the side and bent her elbow and ran towards Song Yu.

Song Yu stood still, and just when he thought Meng Jianwan would rush up to give him a big hug, she suddenly stopped a step away from him, took off the medal around his neck and hung it on his neck: "I'll give it to you."

Song Yu took back his arm, picked up the medal on his chest and looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with a smile: "That's it?" He didn't give him a hug?

Meng Jianwan blinked and looked at him straight: "What does it mean? Is it difficult to get a medal? Is it okay? Just forget it if you don't want it, give it back to me."

As he said that Meng Jianwan was about to take back the medal he had finally won, but Song Yu quickly stopped him. He held her hands with both hands and said in a low tone: "Meng Jianwan, you can reason, how can you take back the things you gave? It's mine to give them to me."

He stared at her tightly throughout the race. He knew how difficult it was to get this medal. When the corner was passing by the No. 83 racer passed her, his heart tightened, for fear that something would happen to her.

Song Yu smiled and rubbed her head, lowered his eyes to her: "Thank you for my hard work in the championship."

Dali coughed and reminded him in time: "Well, there is a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not. There are drones still shooting. If you don't mind, I'm not saying it."

Meng Jianwan's eyes narrowed, staring at the drone flying over his head, and a embarrassed flashed across his face, pulling Song Yu away quickly.

Xiaosang had already changed out of his racing suit, wearing the team uniform, holding his mobile phone and covering his mouth in surprise: "Sister Meng, do you know that you are on the hot search?!"

Meng Jianwan was stunned. How could she know that she had never touched her phone since the beginning of the game.

"Wow, there are so many photos of you on the Internet."

"show me!"

The others rushed up and looked at Xiaosang's mobile phone screen.

The hot search term is "Meng Jianwan Motorcycle", and the lowest is "Mr. Meng Jianwanwan Song".

The first hot search was that it was on the way to Meng Jianwan’s competition, and the popularity accumulated relatively high. The latter one was that after the competition, someone intercepted the live video of the interview session and posted it online, and the popularity was slowly rising.

The two most reprinted photos are, one of which is Meng Jianwan sitting on a motorcycle, holding a helmet in her arms, turning her head to look in one direction, the breeze blew a strand of hair on her face, and the braid was placed behind her, with a shallow smile on her face, and she didn't know what she was looking at or thinking. The other is her straddling the motorcycle, with a lazy posture, and her helmet was buckled by her one hand, freeing up her hand to pull the hair ring that tied her braids, and her long hair was flying.

It can be seen that it was taken with professional equipment, and the background of the photos was blurred, but her face was particularly clear, covering the entire screen, which was so beautiful that it hit people's hearts.

The two photos show her status before and after the game.

"When did my wife go to the competition? I missed her scene again???"

"I saw the interview video and interacted with the two people behind!!! The case was solved, Mr. Song went to the competition site, and the person Meng Jianwan watched before the game was him!"

"Ahhhh, it's too domineering to give a champion to my husband as a birthday gift! Only our queen can do it!"

"With this face and this momentum, I really want to watch her enter the entertainment industry to shoot a fight, wearing a black tights and fighting with people in close combat. It's satisfying to think about it. Is there any film director willing to invite Meng Jianwan?"

"The young lady of the Song family, the director said that I may not be able to afford such a high salary. Also, you have to ask if Mr. Song agrees first."

Meng Jianwan changed his clothes and came out. When he saw Song Yu sitting on the single sofa, just like her teammate, holding his cell phone and laughing while watching. The medal was still hanging around his neck, and he couldn't bear to take it off.

She leaned against the door with her arms folded with her hands, tilted her head slightly, and her long hair hangs down from one side, covering half of her beautiful face. With a slight smile, her peach blossom eyes became bright and gorgeous.

Song Yu seemed to notice it and looked up. The scene in front of him was indeed very similar to the scene of a beauty appearing in an old Hong Kong movie.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the netizens' words were not unreasonable, but he could not bear it for Meng Jianwan to call him "wife".

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Chapter completed!