Ji Linchuan, the most arrogant and talented driver in the F1 arena, fell into the sea and disappeared after rejecting my nth sponsorship contract.
Three months later, my Maserati got stuck in the mud in a fishing village.
A fisherman named Ayu knocked on my car window. He had the same blue eyes as Ji Linchuan, but his body smelled of sea. He rudely applied engine oil on my valuable silk shirt.
But I gradually discovered that the fingering techniques he used to repair fishing nets, the anti-anxiety medicine of the same type as mine in his medicine cabinet, and even what was stuck in his old radio were all interview recordings of me scolding Ji Linchuan.
When the roar of the smuggling boat approached, his body temperature as he stuffed me into the rescue cabin fit perfectly with the hug backstage at the award ceremony.
I finally understood that this seemingly accidental encounter was a game he had carefully planned for three years. And what is the core of the game?
