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The severe pain that accompanies the carrion in the heart will make people go crazy, but Shen Qiuze knows that the pain will become numb after a long time.

As long as you don't touch that piece of carrion, nothing will happen naturally.

It's like being wrapped in a dark and damp quagmire, even if you are suffocated by the airtight entanglement, there is no light, no vitality, but as long as you rely on the decayed and festered memories in your memory, you can barely breathe.

Even if the rotten and old memories would lifelessly drag Shen Qiuze down continuously, making him gradually sink and suffocate, he was willing to do so, and he would absolutely not touch the piece of rotten flesh in his heart.

But now the faint voice in his heart told him that during those two years, someone had pried open that piece of carrion, allowing the few strands of vitality and light to seep in silently.

Only a little bit, but it already gave Shen Qiuze the urge to strangle the person who pried open the rotten flesh to death, the crazy beast in his heart with red eyes showing its fangs, tearing and roaring, trying to break through the prison.

Shen Qiuze's eyeballs were scorching red and bloodshot. He stood on the spot, his body was cold, and he stared at Wu Chu in front of him almost in horror.

Wu Chu crushed the smoke on the ground, looked up at the man whose eyes were burnt red, frowned and said, "Why are you staring?"

"Don't even think about smoking again if you stare at me. What's wrong with learning this kind of bad habit."

Shen Qiuze didn't speak, he leaned over heavily to the boy in front of him, patted the face of the boy in front of him with the back of his cold hand, sneered lightly like teasing some plaything: "So you regretted it?"

The man's eyes seemed to soften, but there was a deep hostility deep in his eyes, and he said slowly and almost pitifully in Wu Chu's ear: "That's why you came to me now?"

"Wu Chu, why are you so naive?"

Wu Chu frowned. He looked at the man coldly and said, "What's the use of your liking and love?"

But it's ridiculously cheap.

Wu Chu could clearly see the sneer and sharpness in the man's eyes, as if he had seen some trash thrown away at will, which was cheap and annoying.

Wu Chu stood on the spot, lightly stroked the bandage on the back of his hand, looked at the man in front of him and said calmly, "It's useless."

"When you disappeared without a word, I kept calling you from morning to night, and sent text messages one after another until the phone was turned off."

"I went around in the circle and asked people to check if something happened to you. I even took the collar of the rich second generation who made things difficult for you and asked him if he came to trouble you again."

"When the ashtray was hit on the head, the first reaction was to think that luckily it didn't hit the face, because you seem to like my face quite a bit."

"Say so much for nothing else."

"In this way, my liking is cheap and useless."

Wu Chu laughed, his eyes were a little red, and the next second he suddenly grabbed the man by his collar and buckled the man heavily on the iron door. The iron door vibrated with a loud noise, and a lot of dust floated up.

Wu Chu stared at Shen Qiuze, clenched his jaw tightly and said to the man word by word: "But Shen Qiuze, don't you fucking forget, who the hell came to the door first."

That point of liking that was regarded as cheap and ridiculous by the people in front of him was brought out by him, Wu Chu, by warming his heart.

Since he was a child, he was pointed at by people around him and scolded him as a bastard. He has long been used to building a solid shell in his heart. He has never been loved by anyone, and he has never been taught how to love others.

In his opinion, the tighter and harder the shell in his heart, the safer he would be, and the less likely he would be hurt.

But there are always some people who have a special existence in their hearts, and just a few words will stab their hearts bloody.

Wu Chu firmly grabbed Shen Qiuze's collar, his chest heaved, and he pressed him against the wall with red eyes and said ruthlessly, "So what the hell is wrong with me?"

"Wrong enough for you to walk away without a word?"

The man who was suddenly pressed against the wall was a little startled, his bloodshot eyeballs moved, and he stared heavily at the boy in front of him who was pulling his collar, without moving.

In the long silence, Wu Chu's expression became more and more calm, while Shen Qiuze was thinking.The last person who grabbed his collar and yelled at him, he no longer remembered what happened, but only remembered that person's howling screams and frantically struggling back.

But obviously Wu Chu, who is grabbing his collar and yelling at him now, will not end up like that person, because Wu Chu has already loosened his collar, and sneered at him: "Open the door for me to get the lunch box."

"I will feed the dog with food tomorrow, and I won't bring it to you again."

Shen Qiuze leaned against the iron door, his expensive suit was stained with dust and wrinkled, a few strands of black hair were scattered on his forehead, and he was staring intently at the sneering boy in front of him.

A few minutes later, the boy carrying the lunch box passed by the man next to him with a cold face, and strode down the stairs without looking back, leaving only his back view.

Standing in front of the iron gate, Shen Qiuze had a gloomy breath. He scratched the black hair that fell on his forehead, and stared at the back of the figure that disappeared in the corridor with hostility in his handsome eyes.

The man was standing in front of the iron gate, staring straight at the disappearing figure, a part of his heart that had been pried open was suddenly tightened, making him breathless.

The boy's back completely disappeared, and Shen Qiuze closed the iron door firmly until the voice-activated lights dimmed and the corridor was completely dark.

After closing the door, Shen Qiuze strode towards the balcony. He slammed open the window and saw that Wu Chuguo, who was downstairs, was really walking towards the outside of the community with his lunch box in his hand.

He stared closely at Wu Chu's back, standing in front of the windowsill with a terribly gloomy face.

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In the rental house in the alley, Wu Chu opened the iron door of the rental house with his lunch box in his hands, and saw the man sitting on the sofa peeling edamame with downcast eyes.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Yin Jin threw a edamame into the plastic basket, turned his head to look at Wu Chu who came back, and said in a neutral way: "If you don't stay there, help him cook something, and then eat it. a meal?"

Wu Chu casually threw the insulated lunch box at the entrance, and said expressionlessly, "Whoever is stupid will keep it."

Yin Jin paused for a while, raised his head, and said with a subtle gaze, "Didn't you go to collect the lunch box?"

Why do you feel like you went there and got all your brains back?

He also knows who stays in that little white flower's house and who is an idiot.

The boy standing at the entrance lifted the red TV cloth to cover the TV, gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "How can I feel sorry for him?"

"Don't hurt him? Is it bad for him?"

"To put it bluntly, even if my mother has shit, I want to give it to him first. I'm not good enough for him?"

During the two years when it was rumored in the circle that he had kept Shen Qiuze, which one of those who gossip hadn't been blackmailed by him?Even that idiot Du Hang didn't dare to scold Shen Qiuze directly in front of him.

Because even an idiot knows that Wu Chu protected that little lover for two whole years like a mad dog.

Yin Jin: "..."

He watched the boys swearing all the way to the washing machine and took out their clothes. Halfway through the scolding, Xiao Baihua was able to brake very smoothly. He took a deep breath, turned his head and pointed fire at him and said, "How many times have I said that?" , these two clothes are mixed colors and cannot be washed..."

Yin Jin's eyes subtly threw the edamame into the plastic basket, thinking that he was treated the same as Xiao Baihua now?

Or is it because Wu Chu doesn't change his curse words?

In the middle of Wu Chu's speech, after bending down to take out the clothes from the washing machine, he stared at the clothes on hand, frowned and said, "Did you wash your clothes with me?"

Men have serious cleanliness fetishes, and they always pay special attention to clothes and tableware, which seems to have become a habit.

Just after Wu Chugang separated the men's clothes and was about to put them into the washing machine, he heard Yin Jin calmly say in the living room: "No need to wash it, it's a waste of electricity."

"By the way, help me dry it together, I haven't finished peeling the edamame yet."

Wu Chu took it back and found a few hangers to dry the clothes of the two of them.

He leaned on the washing machine, looked outside with his head tilted, pursed his lips, and acted as if nothing had happened for a while

The ever-spreading sunset outside dissipated early, leaving only a shallow section in the sky. Outside, the faint yellow light refracted on the hung clothes through the yellowed window, and the evening wind blew the sleeves of several clothes bumped up.

A low-key black car was parked at the entrance of the alley. It looked well protected. Half of the window was lowered. The pale face of the boy inside was hidden in the shadow, and his pale green eyes were calmly staring at the clothes hanging on the window to dry.

The clothes hanging on the balcony and being blown lightly by the wind can tell that they are not the same person. The size of the clothes on the right seems to be slightly larger, and the sleeves of the clothes with a smaller size are touching the sleeves.

Does the laundry detergent smell the same on their clothes?

Does that person smell like brother?

I really want to strangle those annoying little bugs one by one.

The boy's pale green eyes gradually became dim. He was almost greedily staring at the slightly fluttering clothes hanging to dry under the street lamp. His heart was beating violently, and his chest seemed to be burning hot.

He tilted his head and murmured, "I really miss...Brother..."

I really want to bury my whole head in Wu Chu's clothes, every pore on my body is clamoring crazily, wanting to be wrapped in Wu Chu's breath, to feel Wu Chu's warm body temperature.

I was going crazy thinking about it.

Chu E's fingertips trembled a little, she closed her eyes, and slowly stroked the blood-red ring with trembling fingertips, as if she was adjusting her breathing.

After a while, the pale boy slowly opened his eyes with a sickly blush on his face. He licked his dry lips, his pale green eyes sparkled with excitement.

Chu E kept telling herself.

After so many years of enduring, bear with Chu E for a while...bear for a while.

The bastard surnamed Shen has already found the most satisfactory collection. Whether they go abroad or in China, he has plenty of ways to prevent Wu Chu from seeing that bastard surnamed Shen.

It was not in vain that he spent a lot of time searching for Zhang Huaiyuan to be discovered by the surname Shen.

All these years, he has endured... just bear it again.

Thinking of those years in foreign hospitals, he was in pain on the hospital bed because of the treatment, and the days when he clutched the hospital bed sheet with Wu Chu's name over and over again in convulsions, he had already endured it...

Chu E raised his head, his palms so pale that he couldn't see a trace of blood caught the slender light refracted in from the car window, he looked at the dust floating gently in the light, his eyes were a little blurred.

The slender light in the palm seemed to be daytime, as if it was the bright and majestic sun in the afternoon many years ago. Under the sun, a pair of small palms held an extraordinarily gorgeous butterfly in gilt color in front of him.

The butterfly landed on the nose of the person in front of him. The face of the person in front of him was dirty, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright. He smiled and showed two small canine teeth.

Under the sunlight, the delicate butterfly flapped its wings and flew away leisurely along the breeze.

Every moment Chu E saw Wu Chu after that, he knew that the butterfly under the sun was so beautiful, but he always wanted to follow the fan and fly away with his wings, and he would never come back after flying away.

One day he will put it in a transparent glass cover, he will replace the delicate roses in the glass cover every day, he will replace the clearest dew every day, and he will keep it away from all wind and rain.

But that butterfly must not fly.

He wanted his butterfly to stay in the glass cover forever and ever, and he would hold him in his arms and be with that butterfly forever.

The pale boy beside the car window had a sickly blush on his cheeks, lowered his eyes and slowly absorbed the light falling on his palm.

It seems that not a single ray of light has fallen, and it seems that every ray of light, he firmly grasps it in the palm of his hand.

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In the rental house, Yin Jin looked in a good mood after peeling the edamame. He took a small pot of water slowly, and slowly and carefully watered the pot of spider plants that looked a little wilted by the sun on the balcony.

Now, Yin Jin saw that the spider plant was much more pleasing to the eye. Seeing that the leaves of the spider plant were covered with water drops, he also generously watered some more.

Yin Jin put down the small kettle, feeling as if he had noticed something, raised his eyes slightly and looked towards the entrance of the alley downstairs. Looking at the alley, the man narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly.

The feeling of chills on the back of being stared at came again.

Yin Jin put the kettle on the balcony, and casually looked at the seemingly messy and noisy alley on the balcony, staring at it for a long time before closing the screen window.

It was getting dark outside, and Yin Jin was sitting on the sofa, yawning towards Wu Chu who had just taken a shower with a towel hanging around his neck, and said lightly, "Come here."

Wu Chu glanced at the man on the sofa, and lazily walked over while wiping his hair.

The boy sat on the sofa and put his hand over it. The bandage on the back of his hand was a little wet, and the man cut it open with gauze scissors. The cold metal product suddenly pressed on the flesh, causing Wu Chu's eyelids to move.

He leaned on the sofa in a more comfortable position, tilted his head and muttered, "Easy..."

The boy's voice was lazy and a little sleepy, following the cool night wind into his ears.

Yin Jin didn't raise his head and said calmly: "It's not painted, what's it called?"

The boy didn't reply. The old curtains in the living room were blown by the night wind, and the moths surrounding the incandescent light bulb also fell silent. Yin Jin unpacked a pack of cotton swabs and looked up to see that the boy was asleep with his face tilted.

It was rare for Wu Chu to be so quiet. His slender eyelashes cast light shadows, and the light shone on his tall nose and thin lips, making him appear much softer.

The boy looked really sleepy, wearing the short sleeves and shorts he bought for him, the arms in front of him drooped slightly, hanging loosely on the edge of the sofa, a little precarious.

Can you not be sleepy?

It rained for several hours for the little white flower, and the next morning, I made an insulated lunch box in the kitchen, delivered it to the community, and rushed to work, and rushed to the little white flower after get off work in the evening home.

In the end, I came back full of anger.

Yin Jin frowned, looked at the loose arm that could not fall off, raised the boy's arm and put it on his knee.

Feeling Wu Chu's slightly curled fingertips and slightly hard fingernails on the knees and thighs, the man's entire muscles tensed up.

Looking at the back of Wu Chu's hand, Yin Jin paused slightly, lowered his eyes and wiped the original and seven or eight other wounds with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol little by little.

Throwing the used cotton swabs into the trash can, looking at Wu Chu who had no good flesh on the back of his hand, Yin Jin's throat moved, and for some reason, he almost sighed and said in a low voice: "If you ruin yourself like this again, it will be true. It’s so dirty and fierce that no one wants it.”

"Is it so difficult to love yourself?"

The voice was as soft as a draft passing through the treetops, and dissipated in the alley with the cool night wind.

The only boy who could answer closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully with his head tilted.

The man tied a bow on the back of Wu Chu's hand that was on his knee, fiddled with the bow-knotted little tail with his cold white fingertips, did not put the boy's arm back, but leaned lazily on the sofa Bounce the bow of that bandage.

Those secret and unbearable restlessness seemed to be like a gust of wind, not clear, but blurred the distance with the boy in front of him deep in his heart.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't stay here to see how white the little white flower is, and it wasn't for how the little boy in front of him bumped into a wall and got his head broken.

The reason for staying here is very simple, so simple that he doesn't want to admit it.

Not reconciled.

I am not reconciled to meeting someone I am interested in for the first time, but that person will not even share the extra emotions with him.

Yin Jin lowered his eyes, lazily pulling the bow of the bandage, and looked up from time to time to see if the boy woke up.

After playing for a long time, Yin Jin found out with regret that although Wu Chu, who was asleep, seemed much quieter and softer than usual, pulling the bow tie was not as fun as pulling the underwear belt.

Especially when Wu Chu's face was full of thieves and he jumped the underwear strap on his face without fear of life and death, it was almost forcing people to use Wu Chu's favorite big silver chain to tie people up several times inside and out.

Maybe according to the boy's personality, he can run with a chain around his neck.

Yin Jin laughed. For some reason, he was in a very good mood tonight.

He just watched Wu Chu's head fall down little by little, and then he could tilt his body and straighten his head back very naturally, and he woke up with a hache along the way.

Upon waking up, Wu Chu looked sleepily at the man beside him reading a book as usual, but when he lowered his head, he found that his other arm was resting on the man's knee.

Wu Chu who just woke up was a little dazed and thought in a daze, "Did I break my hand?"

How much injury would it take to put his hand on Yin Jin's knee, which is usually a serious cleanliness?

Nine times out of ten, the treatment can only be given if it is either broken or disabled.

Wu Chu, who was a little sleepy, moved his fingers cautiously. Seeing the slender fingers moving flexibly, he breathed a sigh of relief, immediately retracted his hands, and walked towards the new bow tie tremblingly. Room.

The man who looked down at the book raised his head and looked at Wu Chu's back as he walked towards the room. His long and narrow eyes were slightly bent, and he threw the book he hadn't read many pages by the sofa.

Heartless brat.

Even though he was thinking this way, the man stood up, turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen, and walked towards the room with the book on the sofa.

The narrow rental house was darkened, only the moonlight shone through the living room, the cool night wind floated the old curtains, and it was so quiet that the chirping of cicadas could be heard.

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At the same time, Wu Zhai private cemetery at night.

The gloomy cemetery was a bit gloomy, and the cold night wind brushed against his skin, causing a lot of goosebumps.

Zhang Huaiyuan's lips turned pale, he swallowed, and looked timidly at the man next to the tombstone in front of him.

Standing next to the tombstone was a tall and straight man with broad shoulders and long legs. His handsome and sharp facial features seemed a bit chilling in the gloomy cemetery.

Not long ago, Zhang Huaiyuan appeared in front of Wu Han logically through Wu's father and Shen Qiuze, and his identity as Wu Han's younger brother was perfectly designed by Shen Qiuze to appear in front of Wu Han.

Everything is so smooth.

The people on both ends of the camp were working step by step, cooperating with each other, and could hardly find any flaws.

Wu Han lit a cigarette, and the scarlet cigarette butt was flickering in the darkness. He exhaled slowly, and smiled at Zhang Huaiyuan in the smoke, "Huaiyuan."

"Do you know how my brother came here without finding you all these years?"

Wu Han's voice was very soft, and he seemed a little scary in the gloomy cemetery. He squatted on the ground carelessly, and while burning paper money to the tombstone with Wu Chu's name on it, he said slowly: "I will come to this tombstone."

"I miss you, I'll talk to it."

"I thought, how could my brother die?"

"He must be living well somewhere I don't know."

"So I've been looking for him, you see, didn't I just find him?"

Wu Han watched the burning flames devour the paper money, and his profile was particularly gloomy amidst the extinguishing flames.

While talking, Wu Han smiled at Zhang Huaiyuan who was standing in front of the tombstone, "You think so, Huaiyuan?"

Zhang Huaiyuan nodded, his face turned pale due to the flames ignited on the paper money, he pretended to be calm and watched Wu Han stand up, the man continued to casually say in the gloomy cemetery: "I said, if I I found my brother."

"There is no need for this tomb and tombstone."

Wu Han smiled and said softly to Zhang Huaiyuan in front of him, "If it wasn't for my brother."

"Then there will be one more grave in this cemetery, and it will be to accompany my younger brother."

"what do you think?"

Zhang Huaiyuan looked at the man full of hostility in the shadows, not sure if what Wu Han, a lunatic, said was true or not, so he only bit his lip, pretending that he didn't know, and said timidly in front of Wu Han nod.

Sure enough, the rumors from the outside world were good. Wu Han's personality was unpredictable, moody, and his methods were so tough that it made people chill.

Wu Han laughed, and said softly, "He's a good boy."

Zhang Huaiyuan seemed to be desperately walking on a steel wire. He looked at Wu Han in front of him, a half-brother who should have hated him as an illegitimate child, but he smiled at him shyly and softly. Said: "I used to dream of having an older brother."

"I didn't expect to be able to achieve it when I grew up."

Wu Han smiled, didn't speak, just pinched his cigarette, and said calmly: "I didn't expect to find my brother at this time."

The timing of Zhang Huaiyuan's appearance was too coincidental, and the physical evidence was too perfect. Whether it was the words spoken by the countryman back then, the results of the kinship test, or the past experience, they were all perfect and impeccable.

But no matter how much Wu Zongsheng concealed his power, he was suppressed by him now, and it was only at the end of his strength. It was impossible for him to have such an ability to send a person who had been swept away so cleanly before him.

If Wu Zongsheng's forces had such an ability to wipe out the tail, they would never be so embarrassed by his suppression, and they would have been able to turn around in the previous game.

And the experience of the handsome black-haired boy in front of him was almost the same as that of his suffering brother in his imagination.

Since I was a child, no one loves me. I have always been alone. I will envy my parents when I see other people, and I will envy my brothers and sisters when I see other people.

Because I wanted to study a certain major in S University, I gritted my teeth and came to City S. After arriving in City S, I was alone in an unfamiliar place, vomiting and diarrhea, but I dare not even say I was homesick.

Because he felt that he had no home in this unfamiliar place.

Whether it is emotionally or rationally speaking, the appearance of Zhang Huaiyuan is almost the dream that Wu Han would have dreamed every night a few years ago.

By chance, he recognized his younger brother. Fortunately, his younger brother didn't suffer much harm, he was healthy, and he was able to stand in front of him and call him brother with a smile.

Such a scene is almost one of the few good sustenances in the dark years of Wu Han's adulthood.

Now that everything has come true, all the logical chains fit perfectly, and the younger brother he has been thinking about is standing in front of him, smiling shyly at his brother.

But Wu Han stopped for some reason not far from the tombstone, and turned his head to look at the tombstone.

The chilly night wind blows away the ashes of the paper money, and the sound of the wind blowing through the forest sounds a bit sad.

The treetops shook, and the sound of the mournful wind made my heart ache for no reason.

But the man who came here to worship all the year round just stopped slightly, then turned around and took Zhang Huaiyuan away from the cemetery step by step.

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The next day, at S City Airport, a blond boy in jeans and short sleeves was wearing sunglasses. He was holding a mobile phone in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

The other end of the phone was bombarded indiscriminately. Mijia Luo clicked his tongue and looked down at the caller ID of the fleet manager on the screen. Before he could speak lazily, he heard the avatar say quickly like a machine gun. : "Michael, we sent an email, but Chuta didn't respond."

"This is enough to prove that Chu doesn't have any thoughts about us."

"We also have a driver like Adrian Bolton or Jakos Burnie, they are very good candidates, they have a lot of experience, I think it is them that you need to consider."

The team manager sighed to the wayward young master on the other end of the phone, "It's not to find him with the luggage in person."

Mijia Luo took off his sunglasses, squinted at the people coming and going, and said lazily: "I think I just came here to rest."

"Or stop by to find my old teammates to catch up."

Mijia Luo stood up a little bit, looking extraordinarily tall and tall in the crowd. He put on his sunglasses with satisfaction, and after a few perfunctory words to the team manager on the other end of the phone, he happily hung up the phone.

He stood there with a deep expression for several minutes, thinking that his height was on the high side among the crowd coming and going, Mijialuo was very pleased.

After so many years, Mijia Luo still remembers the black-haired and black-eyed boy from Huaguo who took off his helmet and said calmly to him: "In our hometown, everyone is so tall."

"Don't go when you grow up, I'm afraid you will cry loudly in my hometown."

At that time, it happened that Mi Jialuo developed late, and happened to be half a head shorter than Wu Chu, who was black-haired and black-eyed. After listening to it, he gestured to the butler with horror on his face, and howled for almost an afternoon before he was comforted by the butler.

But when I got off the plane today, Mi Jialuo was very satisfied that his height was on the high side in S City.

Mijia Luo, who was dragging his suitcase and walking slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly when he thought of the team agent on the phone talking to him just now.

Wu Chu is not a fool.

Impossible to turn a blind eye to the emails from his team.

Unless Mijialuo wakes up tomorrow and knows that Wu Chu is his brother who has been separated from his father and mother for many years. His father was shocked and bought a driver's seat in another team with a big wave of his hand.

Otherwise, Wu Chu would have returned to the game in a better way than signing a contract with the Manchester team.

Huaguo's racing environment is still in its infancy, and judging from Wu Chu's performance abroad for so many years, he doesn't look like the son of a wealthy family who can spend money to afford a racing team.

The most important thing is that Wu Chu ran such bad results in the last two years. No team is willing to understand whether he ran ninth with a bad car, and no team is willing to understand the uneven distribution of resources in his team. led to this result.

It is cruel in the paddock, racing and politics and money entanglement, for drivers like Wu Chu, it is self-evident how important results are to them.

And Wu Chu signed a contract with the Munster team, as his second driver for Mi Jialuo, which is the best way for Wu Chu to return to the field at present.

So it is impossible for Wu Chu to be indifferent and do nothing, unless he gave up his racing career.

But the innate sense of speed of the black-haired and black-eyed boy told Mijia Luo that it was impossible for him to give up.

They are all the way.

Their ideal is also the ideal of almost all racers.

Even if there are only ten teams, there are only twenty driver seats in the world.

Their goal is still the world championship.