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

Visible to the naked eye.

After Mo Beixiao drove out, he soon took the lead.

Leaving the contestants behind him far behind.

Not to mention surpassing him, there was no one who could even catch up with him or follow closely behind him.

This competition was relatively amateur.

None of the motorcyclists who have achieved good results in the circle came. The professional motorcyclists who came to participate in the competition were all newcomers trained by various clubs. They came to participate in this level of competition purely to gain experience.

The first place is no surprise.

Anyone who is not blind can see that it is Mr. Mo Si.

Fans of other groups are all competing for second and third place.

The Panshan Road winds all the way.

The race system is that the car reaches the top of the mountain, goes around once and then returns to the starting point.

In other words.

The starting point is also the end point.

On both sides of the winding mountain road, fans from various groups were waiting in advance.

There were also many fans waiting early at the top of the mountain.

About half an hour later.

The fans watching at the foot of the mountain saw a black motorcycle speeding towards them, like a meteor streaking through the night.

The sharp-eyed person shouted: "It's the Fourth Master, it's the Fourth Master..."

Mo Beixiao's fans cheered desperately after the race started. It wasn't until Mo Beixiao's motorcycle disappeared around the bend and completely out of sight that the fans' cheers gradually died down, and they rested and waited for Mo Beixiao's motorcycle to come back. Someone took the lead and shouted "It's the Fourth Master", and the fans began to wave their flags and cheer desperately again, with great enthusiasm!

The atmosphere on the scene was extremely hot!

Even if you are an amateur who doesn't pay attention to the motorcycle circle, doesn't ride motorcycles, or doesn't watch competitions, you will definitely be infected when you arrive at the scene.

For example, Su Qingci.

She had now completely immersed herself in the atmosphere, and was shouting loudly along with Zhao Jingjing.

This was her first time in her life to come into contact with motorcycles and racing cars, and it was also her first time to cheer for someone so crazily.

Mo Beixiao's car arrived at the destination.

A beautiful tailspin stopped the motorcycle.

He raised his hand and took off his helmet.

He played with his hair a few times.

It took more than three minutes for the other locomotive to reach the finish line.

Motorcycles and racing cars, a difference of one second makes a world of difference. More than three minutes, a complete victory!

The referee counted the results.

Mo Beixiao used 35 minutes and 47 seconds to break the highest record of this section. And the previous record was set by Mo Beixiao himself, so he broke his own record.

The fans are so excited!

"Thirty-five minutes and forty-seven seconds, the Fourth Master broke the record again!"

"What's wrong with the Fourth Master today? Are you in such a good mood?"

"I heard his brother is getting married. He must be happy!"

"His brother is getting married, what about him? Does he have a girlfriend?"

"It seems not, but it is said that there are a lot of girls chasing after him."

"..."

Su Qingci stood aside, listening to the discussions around him.

Don’t you have a girlfriend?

A man like him is as unrestrained as the wind and as wild as a wild horse. What kind of girl can catch him?

All contestants reached the finish line.

The top three were soon announced.

This event is exclusively sponsored by a well-known automobile company.

The top three will receive cash prizes.

Mo Beixiao just wanted to have fun and didn't care about the money. He waved his hand and donated his 5 million prize money on the spot.

At various event sites, there will be various welfare organizations waiting early.

Nowadays, there is a bad trend on the Internet regarding donations. If you don't donate, others will call you stingy and unkind. If you donate, others will think you donate too little and are hypocritical. Many welfare organizations use public opinion to force others to donate money.

Most people who ride motorcycles have plenty of money.

Just to modify a racing-level motorcycle, the investment is no less than seven figures.

All the prize money from Mo Beixiao's competitions has always been donated directly.

He rides motorcycles just as a hobby and an outlet for his emotions.

He donated money and never accepted interviews.

Fans flocked to him and gave him various small gifts.

He would accept handmade gifts, but would always refuse expensive gifts.

He looks carefree and uninhibited, letting his imagination run wild, like the wind that cannot be grasped, and he is heartless, but in fact, he has a very positive outlook on life. Most of his fans are very young. Why would a child spend so much money on gifts? If you like to watch his games, just come and watch. If you really like him, and give him a small handmade gift that doesn't cost much, he will accept the thought. But he doesn't recommend or accept anything too expensive. Over time, everyone knows his temper and won't give him expensive things.

Fans wanted his autograph.

He was a very casual person and took the pen and signed for a while.

Su Qingci and Zhao Jingjing, two little girls, were squeezed to the back.

The fans who got the autographs dispersed little by little.

Mo Beixiao raised his head and saw Su Qingci.

The competition was over, but the two of them did not leave, mainly because Zhao Jingjing wanted Mo Beixiao's autograph.

Su Qingci couldn't persuade her, so he could only squeeze forward with her.

Su Qingci was born very beautiful. Her face was not the most common oval face nowadays, but a cute baby face. Her pair of deer eyes were particularly smart, and looked wet and watery. In order to help her best friend get the autograph of her idol, she squeezed forward with all her strength. Perhaps because she was trying too hard, her facial lines were so tight that she looked like a doll in a window, giving people the urge to pinch her cheeks.

Mo Beixiao inexplicably found this scene a little funny, he curled his lips and said in a loud voice: "It's getting late, I see you are all young, go home quickly and don't let your family worry."

The power of idols is strong!

Fans felt particularly heartwarming when hearing Mo Beixiao's words.

The same words, even if spoken by parents, are sometimes not as powerful as those spoken by idols.

Many fans left obediently.

Zhao Jingjing finally pulled Su Qingci to the front. She handed the prepared paper and pen to Mo Beixiao, her face flushed with excitement: "Fourth Master, can you sign for me? I have liked you since I was in the first year of high school. I admire you very much."

Mo Beixiao signed for Zhao Jingjing and asked Su Qingci: "What about you? Don't want to sign?"

Hearing his words, Su Qingci's panicky feeling suddenly came back, and her head felt dizzy. She clenched her fists, forced herself to stay clear-headed, and smiled: "I'm here to accompany Jingjing."

Turns out not to be a fan.

For some reason, Mo Beixiao was actually a little disappointed.

He cleared his throat and coughed, thinking that this little girl was a high school student, what the hell was he thinking? Then he said, "It's getting dark, you two little girls should go home quickly."

Su Qingci nodded.

Zhao Jingjing smiled like a lotus flower: "We will go home now, we will go home now, goodbye, Fourth Master!"

Mo Beixiao nodded slightly in response, then called someone to come and take back the small handmade gifts that his fans had given him.

Su Qingci and Zhao Jingjing came to watch the game, and were brought by their family's driver. Otherwise, their families would not be able to rest assured about the two little girls who had just finished the college entrance examination.

Mo Beixiao waited until his men came to take the gifts before he rode his motorcycle home.