Facing his father's inquiry, Su Chen played coy.
"Dad, won't you know if you keep watching?"
"Hey, you're playing coy with your old man, believe it or not, I'll smack you!"
Of course, Su's father wouldn't actually hit his son for such a small matter.
"Dad, I'm telling you, he not only..."
This was exactly the riding style of the "Horse King," wasn't it? Heavy braking and sliding, with the bike entering the corner with its tail wagging.
Coupled with the extreme lean angle of 68 degrees, it wasn't exactly identical, but it was close enough.
If it weren't for this rider being number 27, Su Hongyun might have thought the "Horse King" had returned to the track.
"He looks so much like him!"
"Dad, who does he look like?"
Su Chen was confused. As he was watching intently, why did his father suddenly become so cryptic?
"He's particularly like one of the two racing gods I told you about. He's really very similar, with such an extreme way of entering corners."
Su Hongyun came back to his senses and patiently explained to his son.
However, before Su Hongyun could calm down, the next scene made him even more dumbfounded.
After exiting turn eight, Lin Yan, whose body had been upright, instantly crouched down onto the fuel tank, tucking himself behind the windshield. This was a method all riders used to reduce wind resistance in a straight line.
What truly made Su Hongyun's jaw drop was Lin Yan's braking action before entering turn nine.
On the screen, Lin Yan, who had been crouched low on the fuel tank, suddenly straightened up before entering the corner. As he straightened, he firmly squeezed the brakes with his right hand, and the front suspension of the GP22 bottomed out.
Straightening up before entering a corner and using one's body to increase wind resistance for better braking was a standard heavy braking maneuver used by all riders.
But what truly surprised Su Hongyun was the leg Lin Yan extended before entering the corner.
The Rossi leg!
There were many riders in MotoGP who used the Rossi leg, and it could even be said that most of them did. However, the movement of this rider, number 27, gave Su Hongyun, an old fan, an extremely familiar feeling.
"He's so similar, too similar! What on earth is going on?"
Now Su Hongyun was completely bewildered. How could a rookie rider give him the feeling of two legendary racers simultaneously?
He even felt as if these two people had somehow combined into one. It was too unbelievable. Was this really a twenty-year-old rider?
Whether it was the battling technique just now or the final heavy braking into the corner, these were not things a twenty-year-old rider could do.
Even an veteran who had been competing in MotoGP for eight or nine years couldn't have so easily neutralized Reisner's attack.
Su Hongyun could even say that even the twenty-year-old "Horse King" couldn't have done it with such composure.
However, what Su Hongyun didn't know was that Lin Yan's mental age wasn't actually twenty, but twenty-eight. He was already a veteran who had been competing in MotoGP for over nine years.
Seeing this, Su Hongyun knew that this race was no longer in doubt. The Chinese flag on the GP22 also meant that this was indeed a Chinese rider.
However, at this moment, he suddenly saw Lin Yan's arm twitch. Perhaps it was due to the small size of the phone screen, but at first, he didn't pay much attention.
"This..."
What was going on? A shaky hand?
Su Hongyun didn't know what was happening, so he couldn't jump to conclusions.
Fortunately, Lin Yan crossed the finish line in the end, and Su Hongyun breathed a sigh of relief.
"A genius! China has finally produced a genius!"
With Lin Yan crossing the finish line, Su Hongyun was extremely excited. After nearly thirty years as a fan, he had finally witnessed the rise of a Chinese rider.
He had originally hoped that Ren Fei would get on the podium once, but he didn't expect that at the Shanghai station this year, a dark horse from China would appear. Not only did he get on the podium, but he also won the race.
It could be said to be truly the first Grand Prix victory for China.
Because Su Hongyun wasn't watching very closely, he didn't see that Lin Yan not only won the Grand Prix but also broke two track records.
Although Su Chen had watched it several times already, he was still very excited.
"Old Su, why are you still arguing with your son? Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early for work tomorrow!"
Just as the two were getting excited, Zhang Yingrong's voice came from outside the door. People working on construction sites usually woke up very early, so Su Hongyun had to go to bed early every day.
"Okay, coming right away!"
Su Hongyun agreed. Although his son wasn't going to school, he still had a daughter in college to support.
Su Hongyun quickly pulled the progress bar and skipped to the podium.
He wanted to see the exciting moment of the award ceremony, which was the most important part of the entire race.
"Oh, this kid is quite handsome!"
After Lin Yan took off his helmet, Su Hongyun saw Lin Yan's face. Not bad, not bad. Even he, a middle-aged man, thought he was very handsome.
As the race concluded perfectly, the overall head of MotoGP personally walked onto the podium with a medal, while the trophy was held by staff members behind him.
The celebratory gunfire sounded, and as the official hung the medal around Lin Yan's neck, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.
Countless Chinese fans jumped up from their seats in excitement, and fans watching the live broadcast in front of their televisions also stood up in excitement.
The first MotoGP Grand Prix champion in Chinese history was born. The number 27 would eventually be recorded in history.
"Awesome!"
Su Chen shouted again.
ps: An extra chapter for the great Qingning Qingcheng~
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