"I'm already awake, what else is there to rest for? Let me see."
Lin Yan typed and then opened the video call. The other side quickly connected, and his little girl appeared on the screen in her pajamas.
"Husband, did you miss me?"
Su Mojin sat on the sofa, her beautiful big eyes blinking at Lin Yan, her voice sweet and soft.
"I missed you."
Lin Yan said with feigned casualness, picking up his phone and lying back on the bed.
"So perfunctory."
As expected, Su Mojin on the other end of the call immediately detected the perfunctory tone in Lin Yan's voice.
"Then how can I not be perfunctory? Do you want me to kiss the screen?"
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Yan rested his head on his arm and said in a greasy tone, his lips pursed exaggeratedly, but a smile always on his face.
"Alright, let's talk business. Are you doing okay over there? Do you need anything? Is it cold?"
Su Mojin was amused by Lin Yan's playful demeanor, her eyes curving. She no longer pursued the topic and began to talk about serious matters.
"It's not bad. It's not cold at all. It feels even warmer than in China, full of a sense of freedom."
Lin Yan brought up the "sense of freedom" joke again. It wasn't cold here; on the contrary, it was a bit warm.
"It's good that it's not cold. I was worried I didn't pack enough clothes for you. What? Away from home, even the air is free, right?"
The sense of freedom. As a contemporary college student, Su Mojin understood this joke very well. She teased.
"It's free, indeed. I just miss my wife a little."
"Hmph! I don't believe you."
The two chatted about trivial topics. Su Mojin mainly asked about whether Lin Yan was eating enough and if he was warm or cold, acting like a devoted wife caring for her husband who was away. Even though she knew Lin Yan could take care of himself, she still had to ask to feel at ease.
"Alright, little girl, your husband is going for training now. You should go eat too. Be good!"
"Okay, bye-bye!"
Su Mojin waved her little hand, and Lin Yan hung up the call and got up from the bed.
At this moment, the RV had stopped at
Seven-time race winner, seven consecutive championships. The chief engineer of Ben Tian rubbed his temples. He knew he could no longer stop this Chinese driver. It was fate, a monstrous genius emerging from the East.
He couldn't think of any other explanation besides the will of God.
"I hope the upgraded race car this time will be useful..."
Chief Engineer Ben Tian murmured to himself.
"Knock, knock!"
Just as Chief Engineer Ben Tian was leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest, the office door was knocked from the outside.
"Come in!"
Slightly annoyed, Chief Engineer Ben Tian called out lightly. The door opened, but the person who entered surprised him; it was a reporter.
The team had reporters, and more than one. This female reporter was from a news media outlet in Chief Engineer Ben Tian's hometown, responsible for regular news interviews.
The female reporter was very beautiful, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a beige coat, exuding a Western style. She held a small notebook for work in her hand.
Seeing that it was her who entered, Chief Engineer Ben Tian looked at her with some confusion.
"What's wrong? Is there something?"
If it were any other reporter, Chief Engineer Ben Tian might have shown his displeasure. But this was a reporter from his own country, and they had a good relationship. He put on a smile.
"Old friend, something big has happened. But overall, it might be a good thing."
The reporter who entered placed her notebook on the desk, flipped through it, found a page, and spread it open, speaking in a calm tone.
Then, she casually sat down in the chair opposite Chief Engineer Ben Tian.
Seeing this, Chief Engineer Ben Tian first looked at her with a confused expression, then leaned down to look at the notebook she had placed on the desk.
A moment later, the old man sat in his chair, smoking a cigar, filling the room with smoke.
"It seems that the best rookie award for this year's GP might be awarded early."
The reporter sat opposite him. Hearing his words, she looked up at him. Her alluring legs, revealed beneath her coat, were crossed high.
"Not this morning, but possibly tomorrow."
"So soon?"
Chief Engineer Ben Tian was startled. Seeing his reaction, the beautiful reporter opposite him raised an eyebrow and continued.
"This is not the worst news for you. The worst news is that if this person doesn't have a particularly bad performance in the upcoming races, he might be nominated for that award."
"That award? Which one?"
Chief Engineer Ben Tian was taken aback, not understanding.
The beautiful reporter opposite him mouthed the words. This time, he understood, and his heart skipped a beat.
Subsequently, Chief Engineer Ben Tian's mind raced.
Seven consecutive championships, a rookie, a winner of the Isle of Man TT, and champion of the 8-hour and 24-hour endurance races. It was indeed possible for him to be nominated for that award.
A terrifying thought crossed Chief Engineer Ben Tian's mind. The award they were referring to was the most prestigious award in the global sports world, Laureus.