After hearing Zhang Mingzhi's words, the event organizers discussed and agreed to cooperate.
Next, the group began to negotiate the specific details. At this time, at an airport in Country A, several helicopters carrying rose petals took off from their positions, and their flight direction was towards the location of the international race circuit in the capital of Country A.
Returning to the track, the race entered its final lap. Lin Yan achieved the lowest lean angle of the entire race, 68 degrees, once again shocking everyone present.
"Damn it, pull up the video from just now. This kid definitely played a trick."
Yamaha's chief technician cursed angrily. Without waiting for the technicians to search, he went to the computer himself to operate.
He didn't fall at sixty-eight degrees, so what happened before? What a good kid, daring to play me.
At this angle, Lin Yan's shoulder was already grinding against the ground. When Lin Yan straightened the bike again, a white mark had appeared on the side of his leather suit.
Qiong Hai behind him was still pressing hard, seemingly preparing for a final push. The fans in the stands also became nervous. Qiong Hai had not won this race last year, and they already felt ashamed. If they lost to a Chinese person again this time, they would have no face to see anyone.
For a driver of Qiong Hai's caliber, losing on home turf would definitely not look good. Not to mention anything else, the local fans in Country A would probably cause a stir. Lin Yan was the same; if he lost at the Shanghai Grand Prix next year, he would have to face criticism.
Qiong Hai also understood this principle. This was his home turf, and he absolutely could not lose easily. At the next hairpin turn, Qiong Hai achieved a lean angle of sixty-seven degrees.
"What is this kid doing?"
The Yamaha chief technician, who was searching for the previous video, broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the sixty-seven-degree reading on the instrument.
Qiong Hai's previous maximum angle was only sixty-six degrees. Could sixty-seven degrees really work? And let's not forget that Reisner was behind him.
As expected, when Qiong Hai's bike angle reached sixty-seven degrees, the bike shook violently, but the amplitude was not too large. Yamaha's cornering stability was much stronger than Ducati's.
It was precisely this point that gave Qiong Hai a taste of success.
"Oh ho, Qiong Hai, not bad! Sixty-seven degrees, closing in on Lin Yan ahead. Could it be that he's going to make a move again on the last lap?"
Hao Dong, the passionate commentator from China, began his impassioned speech again. On the surface, he appeared calm, but inwardly he was panicking, afraid that Lin Yan would be overtaken. After all, he was not only a live commentator but also a devoted fan of Lin Yan.
At the next corner, turn fifteen, Qiong Hai again executed a sixty-seven-degree lean.
By this time, he was already close to Lin Yan's tail. Although his cornering technique was not as smooth as Lin Yan's, it still had some effect, giving the local fans in Country A a glimmer of hope.
"Damn, did this kid overtake Lin Shen? Lin Shen, hurry up and push!"
Conversely, Lin Yan's fans were getting anxious. However, Lin Yan had entered a conservative phase, and he had no tires left for the last half lap.
"Damn it, does this kid want the championship more than his life? Hurry up and send him a signal to play it safe."
Seeing the scene on the track, the Yamaha chief technician shuddered. He knew Qiong Hai's capabilities; he couldn't achieve a sixty-seven-degree lean. Moreover, it was the end of the race, and the tires had almost no margin left, making it very easy to crash. Once crashed, everything would be lost.
"It's no use, Chief Technician. Qiong Hai has already crossed the finish line."
In his anxiety, the Yamaha chief technician forgot that they could only wave their flags to remind the rider when the rider crossed the finish line. And now that the last lap was about to end, they had no way to issue instructions to the rider.
With a burning gaze fixed on Lin Yan's figure ahead, Qiong Hai seemed to see the championship right before his eyes. However, in the next moment, the first crash of the entire event occurred.
"Yamaha is cutting inside, preparing for a final challenge on Lin Shen. Oh no, the rear wheel slipped! Lin Shen, be careful!"
As Qiong Hai made his third sixty-seven-degree lean and his front wheel was about to overtake Lin Yan, the rear wheel suddenly lost grip, slipped, and he went down in a low-side crash.
A low-side crash itself was not a major issue, but it happened in a corner, on the inside line, with Lin Yan on his outside.
Just as Lin Yan saw this and prepared to turn his handlebars, it was too late. The other rider's bike directly rammed towards the tail of Lin Yan's racing bike. At the same time, Qiong Hai himself fell off the bike and slid across the track.
If this impact had occurred, Lin Yan would also have been eliminated.
It's over, it's all over.
A thought exploded in the minds of Chinese and Country A fans.
"Damn it!"
The Yamaha chief technician cursed angrily. He clearly couldn't do it, but he insisted on showing off.
The first and second place were directly out. Then Reisner, following behind, would be the fisherman who benefited.
Seeing this, the chief technician of Ben Tian's team grinned, not expecting such good fortune. However, in the next moment, the smile on his face froze, his mouth agape, and his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Holy crap, this is possible!"
"This is too awesome, wow, is this a car race or a stunt show?"
"Is this a tire slide? This is a stunt show."
"What the..."
"This is possible too? Damn."
"My mom asked me why I was watching the live broadcast on my knees!"
"I can't tell if this is a motorcycle race or a motorcycle stunt show."
"Huh? After such a long delay, why hasn't Reisner caught up?"
...
Lin Yan's maneuver had cost him a lot of time, but fortunately, Reisner behind him had also braked hard to avoid the fallen Qiong Hai.
The Ben Tian chief technician slapped his thigh. Damn it, if you fell, you should have just slid off with your bike. Why did you slide to the middle of the road and stop? If it weren't for this obstacle, perhaps Reisner would have overtaken Lin Yan in the end.
The race entered the final corner. Lin Yan prepared to cross the finish line. He could feel the soreness in his arm; he probably had internal injuries from the impact of his shoulder on the ground earlier.
Su Mojin stood at the entrance of the pit lane. This race was finally coming to an end amidst her worries.
"Let's go, time for the real business."
Zhang Mingzhi appeared silently behind Vinales and patted him on the shoulder.