Lin Yan now knew that the other party was Hao Dong, the commentator, but that wasn't the point. The point was that this kid had spread his unflattering photos online earlier.
Seeing Lin Yan's gaze turn unfriendly, Hao Dong touched his head, as if he hadn't done anything to offend the other party.
Suddenly, Hao Dong seemed to recall something, and the smile on his face froze.
Lin Yan made a joke with Hao Dong, and in the next second, his expression returned to normal. He wasn't going to teach the other party a lesson over such a small matter.
"Got it."
Lin Yan said lightly, then let the other party off the hook.
Seeing that Lin Yan wasn't pursuing the matter, Hao Dong breathed a sigh of relief. He had suddenly remembered that the photo of Lin Shen throwing his shoe into the audience was probably taken by him.
This... I haven't had a chance to get an autograph yet.
Hao Dong was dumbfounded. He was so focused on greeting them that he forgot the main business. Should he chase after him and ask again? Hao Dong hesitated, but in the end, he didn't chase after him. He was afraid of getting beaten!
Arriving at the track, Lin Yan put protective gear on Su Mojin. Today, he planned to take Su Mojin to try a small sportbike, a 250 would suffice.
He had intended to start with a 125, but it turned out that the club didn't have any 125 sportbikes.
Hao Dong was also practicing nearby and happened to see Lin Yan teaching Su Mojin how to ride.
He had to praise Lin Shen, he was truly a good man who could handle both the drawing-room and the kitchen, and he was so serious even when teaching his sister-in-law to ride.
Unfortunately, Lin Yan couldn't hear this compliment from afar.
After borrowing a 250 sportbike from the club, the seat height of this bike was much higher than the previous small broken car. After Su Mojin got on, her feet could no longer reach the ground.
"Wait, I..."
Seeing Lin Yan about to let go, Su Mojin quickly grabbed Lin Yan's hand. She was afraid of falling if Lin Yan let go. Seeing his wife's pitiful look as she held his hand, Lin Yan couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
Lin Yan wasn't doing it on purpose; this was a necessary part of learning to ride.
"Good girl, control your balance yourself."
"But my feet can't reach the ground!"
Su Mojin was speechless. How was she supposed to control her balance? She instinctively grabbed Lin Yan's hand and didn't dare to let go.
Her beautiful eyes under the helmet looked at Lin Yan pitifully, as if to say, you don't want me to fall on the ground, do you?
Helpless, Lin Yan had to support the bike with his hands first, letting Su Mojin adapt for a while. This scene was somewhat like parents teaching their children to ride bicycles for the first time when they were young.
Without starting the engine, he just pushed the bike, letting Su Mojin feel it.
"Why are you looking at me? I'm letting you feel the balance of the bike."
Seeing Su Mojin not learning properly but sitting on the bike staring at him, Lin Yan said irritably.
"Brother Yan, you're so handsome! I like you so much!"
"Stop fooling around, I don't want to kiss a helmet!"
Seeing the little girl leaning towards him with her helmet on, Lin Yan dodged.
"Be serious!"
"Okay!!!"
I'm angry! You won't let me kiss you!
Lin Yan found this way of being alone between a couple exceptionally warm. After about twenty minutes, Su Mojin could almost stabilize herself. At this time, Lin Yan slowly let go, letting Su Mojin ride the bike herself.
However, for some unknown reason, as soon as Lin Yan let go, Su Mojin suddenly lost her balance, and the bike tilted to one side. Seeing this, Lin Yan rushed forward and held the bike with both hands.
Unlike the previous small car, if this car fell, Su Mojin's legs wouldn't be able to reach the ground. If it fell, she would crash. Therefore, Lin Yan stayed by her side, fearing that his wife would fall.
After stabilizing the bike again, Lin Yan could clearly see that Su Mojin was a little nervous.
"It's okay, I'm right here."
With Lin Yan's encouragement, Su Mojin began her second attempt.
However, the second attempt was still not ideal. As soon as Lin Yan let go, her bike would lose balance.
On the third, fourth, and fifth attempts, Su Mojin could finally manage to stabilize the bike and ride slowly along the track, her movements cautious.
Although the road to learning to ride was difficult, Su Mojin believed that she would definitely learn to ride a motorcycle well. At the same time, she admired the person who became a professional racer at 1.58 meters even more.
This time, she maintained stability for thirty seconds before the car started to wobble. Lin Yan walked forward again. She had made progress, and it was better to train conservatively.
With newfound confidence, Su Mojin's motivation increased. She tried a few more times, and each time Su Mojin could maintain stability for a longer period.
On the other side, in just two hours, Zhang Mingzhi had prepared all the equipment and instruments. Fortunately, the competition had just ended, so some things were readily available and didn't need preparation.
All the team's technicians also drove to the airport, working overtime. This included Ren Fei and Vinales.
Four factory cars and various instruments were loaded onto the plane. Zhang Mingzhi still didn't know what Lin Yan was planning, so he made thorough preparations.
It was estimated that when these things were unveiled at the underground car race, other participating drivers would know what professionalism was.
Everyone boarded the plane, and after the self-inspection, the plane began to take off.
At the same time, at another airport in Kyoto, Adong personally led over a hundred bodyguards from the Lin family onto a plane.
Although he didn't know what his son was up to, Lin Guoxiong had always prioritized Lin Yan's safety, so the Lin family also deployed some of their resources.
These over a hundred people were all retired soldiers, and they were personally led by the Lin family's expert, Adong, for no other reason than to protect their young master's safety.
Lin Yan never expected that he was just afraid of being beaten by gangsters when he won the championship. With such a setup, what if they mistook him for a gangster?
A group of men in suits appeared at the airport, and people around them were awestruck, especially the leader, who had a scar on his face, a blank expression, and a fierce demeanor.
Ten minutes later, a large private jet slowly lifted off from the airport.
"Mentor, what kind of competition do you think Brother Lin is participating in this time? Can I join too?"
On the way, Ren Fei and Vinales sat in adjacent seats and said softly.
In Country A, with the factory cars, Vinales had already guessed what kind of competition Lin Yan wanted to participate in. However, what made Vinales curious was that Lin Yan wouldn't be interested in the rewards of such a competition.
Another reason why top professional drivers didn't participate in that competition was that the prize money was too low. While it was generous for ordinary people, it was still a bit small for top professional drivers. The prize money was not proportional to the risk. It was normal for top drivers not to participate; it was a competition for the poor.
"Probably."
Running with factory cars, with Ren Fei and Lin Yan's skills, plus the top electronic control of the factory cars, it was almost risk-free.