You Think You Can Risk Your Life? [F1]

An Ji, F1's uncrowned king, was just one step away from becoming world champion when his life was taken in a tragic accident. Reborn five years later, An Ji watched a race broadcast featuring a world champion with an aggressive style and ruthless overtaking moves, and fell silent. Was this really his sweet, adorable godson? Whatever the case, as his godfather, An Ji had no intention of admitting defeat. Returning to F1, An Ji eagerly prepared to go head-to-head with his godson. He never expected the little angel who used to cling to him and hug him all the time to look at him like an enemy when they met again. In front of a crowd of reporters, four-time champion Leonardo rarely let his cold, ruthless side show away from the track. "Using Angel's car number, copying Angel's habits, profiting off his blood and sweat, desecrating my god: that's making an enemy of me. I have nothing to say to him. You want me to offer him my blessings? Then I wish he'd get lost soon." Nobody wanted to see Leonardo lose his temper. Everyone silently cast a sympathetic look at An Ji. But the new Chinese rookie, who looked harmless and even a little frail, didn't show the slightest fear when the reporters swarmed him. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and smiled with interest. "Sure, senior. I'll be waiting." A head-on challenge? Had this rookie lost his mind?! Under the crowd's stunned gaze, An Ji strode away, unfazed by the four-time champion's rage, and nimbly climbed into his racing car. The car was no longer the one he used to know, but some things would never change. As the familiar, pungent smell of motor oil filled his nostrils, as his gloved fingertips touched the F1 steering wheel again, as his foot pressed the accelerator, shifted gears, and launched the car, the roar of the engine sent a tremor through An Ji's very soul. Don't forget: the uncrowned king, once so well-liked off the track for his wit and easygoing nature, was no gentle, harmless man on it. At speeds of over three hundred kilometers per hour, the seemingly monotonous circuit, with its lap after endless lap, became An Ji's domain. And what about that godson who'd been running his mouth? Naughty children get punished, after all. Just you wait.^^ * Leonardo hated that rookie from China. He loathed how much the newcomer looked like his godfather, and hated even more how he imitated Angel's habits. Everyone called him his godfather's successor, as if they had all forgotten how Angel had once dazzled the entire paddock and the whole world. His god was irreplaceable. But could someone tell him what this growing sense of familiarity with the rookie was? Why did seeing him shine with confidence on the podium, or even just being touched lightly by him, make Leonardo hear a yearning from deep within his soul, until even his own body seemed beyond his control? How could he betray his god? After crossing countless hurdles, An Ji found the four-time champion hiding with his head buried in an ice bucket. What a naughty child. Looking at the beautiful man before him, a mess of misery and barely suppressed self-loathing, the god himself sighed softly and stepped forward. "All right, my godson. Need a hand?" Dark, unhinged top x carefree, free-spirited godfather bottom 1. I've run out of ideas for my sci-fi story next door, so I'm starting this one first. It'll be a short story of around 200,000 words. 2. The blurb may still change before I start posting, but the premise will stay the same. 3. You don't need to follow the races to enjoy this story. 4. The Iron Buddha Temple's ultimate fantasy.jpg Theme: Surpass yourself.