He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

to the place.

Su Qingci's best friend Zhao Jingjing took out a red banner from her schoolbag, spread it out, and stuffed one end into her hand: "Qingci, hurry up, help me open it, I want to wave the flag and cheer for my idol."

Su Qingci was brought up to be well-behaved since childhood and was considered a good girl by her relatives, friends and teachers.

Because I just came out of the examination room.

She was still wearing the No. 2 Middle School uniform.

Looks youthful and childish.

She is not an introvert, but she is not extrovert enough to stand on the hillside late at night holding banners and waving flags to cheer for people.

She really wasn't used to this kind of situation: "Jingjing, this...can I not pull it?"

Zhao Jingjing immediately acted coquettishly towards her: "Hey, please help me, please, please, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."

Su Qingci and she had been good friends for three years in high school, so he couldn't bear to say goodbye, so he said, "Well... okay."

The two little girls fiddled with it for a long time and finally managed to spread out the banner.

But it was the other way around.

Su Qingci saw the cartoon portrait on the banner, a handsome young man with flying black hair, riding a motorcycle, looking unrestrained and carefree.

All of a sudden.

The image of a man emerged in her mind.

It was a cold day, and he was wearing a casual outfit that was not too thick and a long windbreaker. He leaned against the car door, tilted his head and lit a cigarette.

Zhao Jingjing saw that she was in a daze and nudged her with her elbow: "Qingci, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it. You got it wrong, let's turn it around quickly."

"Oh." Su Qingci came back to his senses slightly, and when he was fiddling with the banner, he saw the words "Fourth Master".

Her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Fourth Master?

It can't really be...

She whispered to Zhao Jingjing beside her: "Jingjing, this Fourth Master, could it be the Fourth Master of the Mo Family?"

Zhao Jingjing nodded: "Of course, who else could it be if not him? In this huge city of Sijiu, who else dares to call himself the Fourth Master besides him?"

Su Qingci felt his heartbeat, as if it had missed a beat: "He's coming too?"

Zhao Jingjing nodded again: "Yes, I came here because he was coming. He is my idol. It's a pity that my parents don't allow me to learn motorcycles, otherwise I would definitely go to his club and get a lifetime membership card. I couldn't be there for his previous competitions. It was not until I finished the college entrance examination that my parents agreed to let me come to watch the competition..."

As Zhao Jingjing was talking, she suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the Fourth Master, he's here, the Fourth Master! The Fourth Master! The Fourth Master..."

Most of the people who came to watch the game were fans of each team, each occupying their own turf.

Su Qingci and Zhao Jingjing are currently located in a place surrounded by Mo Beixiao's fans.

The deafening shouts make your blood boil.

Su Qingci and Zhao Jingjing stood on a commanding height, just able to see the starting point of the runway below.

Su Qingci looked down.

Mo Beixiao rode a black heavy motorcycle, wearing a black and blue motorcycle suit. The motorcycle stopped at the start of the runway, he stepped on the kickstand, raised his hand to take off the matte black helmet, revealing his handsome face. His movements were casual and unrestrained, probably because of the pressure of the helmet all the way, his black hair was a little flat. The mountain breeze blew, and the slightly curly hair on his forehead fluttered. He raised his hand and grabbed it, wantonly.

All the fans have starry eyes!

"Ahhh! The Fourth Master is so handsome!"

"Oh my god, I finally see the real person!"

"I feel like I'm going to pass out!"

"..."

My ears were filled with the shouts of fans.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him, Su Qingci gradually felt his heart surge.

Street lights on both sides lit up the night.

The light boards of each fan group were lit with colorful lights.

Perhaps feeling the enthusiasm of his fans, Mo Beixiao raised his eyes and looked towards the side of the hillside where the shouts were the loudest, and nodded slightly to his fans.

Zhao Jingjing was going crazy: "Qingci Qingci, did you see that? The Fourth Master is looking over here!"

Su Qingci nodded: "I see, I see. Don't get excited. It's so high up here. Be careful not to fall down."

Zhao Jingjing shouted until her face turned red and her neck became thick: "How can I not be excited? I am so excited! It is worth falling down just to see the Fourth Master."

Su Qingci didn't quite understand her admiration for Mo Beixiao. Mo Beixiao was certainly handsome, but falling down the hillside just to see him was not worth it no matter how you calculated it. Su Qingci said seriously, "If you fall from here, you will not only see your idol. I think with such a big noise, your idol will also notice you."

Zhao Jingjing imagined the scene in her mind and blinked cutely: "Then I'd better not do it. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the Fourth Master."

Su Qingci laughed: "Then you have to be careful and watch your step."

Zhao Jingjing nodded vigorously: "Yeah, pay attention, I will pay attention."

They were talking.

A flash of lightning.

Just as Mo Beixiao was about to retract his gaze, it accidentally met Su Qingci's!

Eyes facing each other.

Su Qingci felt his heartbeat and inexplicably skipped a beat.

That flustered feeling...

unprecedented.

Mo Beixiao curled his lips uninhibitedly, thinking that Su Qingci was also his fan, and nodded at Su Qingci.

Su Qingci was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely and nodded in response.

When Mo Beixiao looked away, he accidentally saw the school uniform on Su Qingci. He had been picking up Mo Beixuan from No. 2 Middle School for several months, and he knew very well what the school uniform looked like. This little girl was a student at No. 2 Middle School, and she looked very young. No. 2 Middle School had both a junior high school and a high school department, and she didn't look like a junior high school student, but more likely a high school student.

There are many high school students among Mo Beixiao’s fans, but he doesn’t care too much.

As the game approaches.

On the hillsides on both sides, the shouts and cheers from fans from all groups were like an overwhelming tidal wave, with extremely powerful momentum!

The organizer holds the microphone.

I just said a few opening remarks.

Everyone came here mainly to watch the game, not to listen to the organizers' nonsense. The organizers obviously knew this and didn't say much. After a few simple polite words, they officially started the final preparations before the game.

Before the game starts.

The scene fell into silence for more than a minute.

Until the referee fired the starting gun.

Dozens of motorcycles shot out one after another...

The scene was once again filled with thunderous cheers.

Fans of each idol cheered desperately for them.

Su Qingci and her best friend Zhao Jingjing held a banner.

Zhao Jingjing yelled at the top of her lungs.

Su Qingci was infected by her and started shouting unconsciously.

Mo Beixiao rode a heavy motorcycle for the competition, which he modified himself. The motorcycle was completely black, and in the dark night, it exuded a cold metallic luster. Due to the width of the runway, the start times of the contestants were different, some were ahead of others. In the end, the referee would calculate each contestant's score based on the start time and arrival time of each contestant.

For a big-name contestant like Mo Beixiao, the organizer will naturally place him in a prominent C position as he will receive traffic sources from various endorsements.