When Zheng Jun was fourteen, he saw Jiang Xinhua for the first time on the old display screen of an Internet cafe.
At that time, Jiang Xinhua had just taken off his helmet, and the sweat on his face became clearer due to his short hair. Flowers and applause surrounded his side.
The boy looking at the screen thought, I want to be like that.
When Zheng Jun was twenty-four years old, the rear wheel of the racing car scraped off the winding mountain road, and he subconsciously pounced on the co-pilot, Jiang Xinhua.
Seeing the man in front of him hugging him back, he thought, he was so unwilling to admit it, he hadn't confessed his love to Jiang Xinhua yet.
Later, Zheng Jun finally stood on the WRC podium. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xinhua beside him.
Jiang Xinhua is much better at opening champagne than Zheng Jun.
"Oh!"
Champagne was sprayed out, and white foam fell on the two of them.
With a rare smile on Jiang Xinhua's face, she shook the bottle in her hand and sipped it towards Zheng Jun.
Zheng Jun was poured all over his head and face, and he thought again, the day he first met Jiang Xinhua——
It was a rather embarrassing night.
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Rally driver Nian Xia's attack × long-haired navigator's venomous tongue
Mainly writing, Dog 1 (probably?
Intention: Those who are persistent will always gain something
