Ji Chengling didn't sleep well all night.
In his dreams, he drove a race car roaring past the finish line, with countless fireworks exploding overhead, falling on his head and body.
A long-missed feeling of joy.
The scene suddenly shifted to the awards podium at Lincheng Stadium.
Although he heard his own voice on the broadcast, his legs were as heavy as lead and he couldn't lift them.
Immediately afterward, a driver in a black suit, mysterious as a phantom, soared over his head and stood on the podium.
Behind W, followed Pei Donghan.
Both of them each held up their own trophies, and another one was left sitting lonely in an empty spot.
"That's mine, mine!"
He yelled loudly, but couldn't get any closer no matter how he tried.
Struggling, he awoke to the lightening sky outside his window.
Ji Chengling rubbed his face and got up to go into the bathroom.
At seven o'clock sharp, a group of people appeared in the dining room.
