Song Jingzhi once confessed her love to the school girl she had a crush on, but was rejected. The young man leaned lazily on the railing and said nonchalantly: "You're out of luck, I don't like girls who can't even tell the difference between a clutch and a brake." She decided that she would never like a boy who loves racing anymore.
Later, many years later, Song Jingzhi interviewed the gold medal racing driver and asked her question without any hesitation: "Last question, Mr. Jiang, many of your car fans regard you as their ideal type. What do you think about this matter?" Jiang Yuhuai rubbed his knuckles and raised his eyebrows with unknown meaning: "About this matter, I would like to know more about Reporter Song's opinion, for example, your ideal type."
When she was a teenager, Song Jingzhi stood under the sky and made a wish, hoping that the moon would fall. In the end, her wish came true. In this world where the road is long and fast, I am lucky to have you, and I am honored to have you.
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