WRC Rally [Blind Bend Part 2]

Three years ago, He Zichen died on a track in Finland. One sentence was left for Lin Zheng: "Go for a run for me." Three years later, Lin Zheng stood in the cold wind of Monte Carlo with a manufacturer's team contract in his hand. There is a line of small print on the back: "The navigator is designated by the team." He glanced at Su Nian beside him and threw the contract into the trash can. "Some things are more important than winning." In the new season, they face the best drivers, the fastest cars, and the most cruel tracks in the world. The ice and snow in Sweden, the slope jumps in Portugal, the fatal blind curve in Finland - every stop asks the same question: How much are you willing to bet for the person next to you? Su Nian no longer just sits in the passenger seat. She went to the trackside at three in the morning to measure the road temperature, dug up thirty centimeters of soil with a shovel, and got cramps in her fingers while running on the simulator. She learned every page of the road book left by He Zichen and memorized every detail of every track. Chen Jiahao signed the contract that Lin Zheng refused. He sat in the blue Toyota racing car and looked at the old gray Ford in the rearview mirror. "You're better than me, but you don't have a nice car." Lin Zheng did not answer. He just stepped on the gas pedal. Finland, that track, that blind bend. He Ziming stood at the starting point, holding a stopwatch in his hand. Three years ago, his brother fell here. Three years later, he would watch another person fly past here. It's not about speed. This is about - when you have lost the most important person, can you still believe that there is someone worthy of opening the passenger door again.