Lin Yan straddled the Suzuki GSX-R1000R and, with a twist of the throttle, the bike moved from the pit lane onto the track.
Due to Lin Yan's unconsciousness, the officials had postponed the parade and award ceremony. After all, without the champion, what was there to award?
Su Mojin, watching from her hospital room, breathed a sigh of relief as Lin Yan emerged from the pit lane. She had been worried sick during the hour he spent in the temporary medical facility.
"Wow, I didn't expect Lin Yan to be so awesome! The Isle of Man champion." Chen Ruilong said with admiration. His dream was to be an Isle of Man racer, but he was too afraid of death and his skills were too limited, so he settled for being a fan. However, he never expected Su Mojin's boyfriend to be this incredible. Although he seemed to have offended the young master of the Wei family last time, it appeared that the young master Wei hadn't sought trouble with Lin Yan. However, he was mistaken. Wei Shaoting wasn't unwilling to cause trouble for Lin Yan; it was just that Lin Yan was currently abroad, and Wei Shaoting's reach couldn't extend that far.
After listening to Chen Ruilong's explanation, Xu Xiaoyue was also surprised by how formidable the competition Lin Yan participated in was.
Lin Yan rode the Suzuki Big R around the track once before heading towards the Chinese fans' stands. The Chinese fans were the most excited at that moment, seeing their idol so close. After revving the engine twice, Lin Yan took off his gloves and tossed them into the crowd. He also removed his helmet and threw it into the stands again. Coincidentally, the helmet was caught by the same uncle who had caught his gloves earlier. The uncle's face lit up with joy upon receiving the helmet.
Seeing Lin Yan throw his helmet and gloves, the comments in Hao Dong's live stream exploded.
"Damn, I knew I should have gone."
"So jealous of this move."
"Don't worry, believe me, even if you went, you wouldn't have gotten it."
"He's giving away helmets to the audience, how generous..."
"It's just a helmet, not worth much."
"Not worth much? That wasn't just a helmet he threw, it was a house! And in the third ring of Shanghai!"
"More than a house..."
After removing his helmet, Lin Yan's face was revealed to everyone. "So handsome," was the first impression of the fans. Although they had vaguely guessed it, Gu Yueyan and Reba couldn't quite believe it when they saw Lin Yan's face. It was really him. The uncle also hadn't expected to have flown on the same plane as his idol.
Upon seeing Lin Yan's handsome face, the female fans in China erupted.
"This... he's too handsome!"
"My god, he's actually this handsome!!!"
"It's over, Mom, I'm in love."
"No, his smile just captured my heart."
"I declare the Lin Yan Female Fan Club officially established!"
After tossing his helmet and gloves to the fans, Lin Yan rode his bike back to the finish line. A podium had been set up in the middle of the stands on both sides, with a red carpet laid out and champagne ready. Amidst the attention of nearly ten thousand fans, Lin Yan stepped onto the highest position of the podium. To his right was the runner-up, Michael, and to his left was a European rider who took third place.
"The moment of truth has arrived!" Hao Dong exclaimed excitedly. China's first championship trophy was about to be presented. As the official representative from the Isle of Man appeared, a trophy intertwined with gold and silver was presented, bearing the Isle of Man's logo and a string of English letters. A staff member behind the representative held the trophy, while another held the medal.
Upon seeing the trophy, Hao Dong's live stream once again erupted.
"Damn, after watching so many years of races, this trophy is finally going to a Chinese person!"
"It's just too hard-earned!"
"I'll cry first, you guys can do whatever you want!"
"From today onwards, I'm a loyal fan of Lin Yan!"
"I just want to know how Lin Yan is doing now, if he's still okay."
Meanwhile, Lin Yan's name had skyrocketed to the top of trending searches on all major platforms. Titles such as "Asia's Genius Racer," "Isle of Man TT World Champion," and "The Man Who Set Numerous Records at the Isle of Man" appeared across major media social networks. Lin Yan's identity as the heir to the Lin Group was also revealed. The stock price of the Lin family's company began to soar, as it was rare, even unprecedented, for a super-rich second-generation heir to participate in such a race. Moreover, this was considered an act of bringing glory to the nation!
At this point, all the spokespeople hired by the Lin family had become redundant, as Lin Yan himself was now the face of Lin's. This time, the Lin family's marketing department didn't even need to exert any effort; Lin Yan's identity was directly unearthed. After all, it wasn't a difficult task, and marketing accounts had been promoting the advancement of Chinese racers in the Isle of Man event just yesterday.
As Lin Yan, after receiving his medal and trophy, prepared to return to the pit lane, a young man also clad in a racing suit ran towards him from a short distance away, opposite the pit lane. Seeing the youth running towards him, Lin Yan stopped and turned to look. As the young man approached, Lin Yan got a clear look at him. The youth appeared to be around his age and, dressed in a racing suit, seemed to be another competitor at the Isle of Man.
"Um... idol, I'm about to participate in the 600cc selection race. Could you... could you give me some encouragement?" The young man spoke with noticeable nervousness, a hint of anticipation and admiration on his face. Having witnessed Lin Yan's prowess on the track at this passionate age, he had immediately taken Lin Yan as his idol and the goal he strived for.
Hearing the young man's request, Lin Yan was somewhat surprised. To be participating in the 600cc selection race at such a young age showed considerable talent, and he was also a Chinese racer. Seeing the pure smile on the young man's face, Lin Yan patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Keep it up!"
"Okay, I will! Thank you, boss!" The young man was visibly delighted upon hearing Lin Yan's words. Compared to Lin Yan's seasoned demeanor, the young man, at twenty years old, still displayed a certain immaturity.
After the young man left, Lin Yan returned to the pit lane and removed his racing suit. His arm was still sore and had not yet recovered, likely needing a few more days. He hoped to be fully recovered before the Shanghai leg of the competition. Looking at the sky, he knew he wouldn't be able to return today. If all went as expected, he would likely fly back tomorrow morning and arrive in the evening.