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There was warm applause from the audience, for the courage of this young man who set foot on the track for the first time, and for the achievements of this Chinese.

[Didi, task [-]: Complete the motorcycle-related courses, participate in the Isle of Man TT motorcycle competition and get the top three good results [Completed]

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Shen Wuyun was a little panting, he took a deep breath and then let it out to calm his beating heart.

He didn't take off his helmet. After more than ten minutes of high-intensity competition, his hands only felt numb and weak, his legs trembled a little, and his muscles were still in a state of strength—it was good that he could stand here so tall and straight.

Kress crossed the finish line and stopped. The Honda under him was affected by the bumps on the track and was still shaking slightly, producing aftershocks.

His grades are not bad, and even his speed has improved compared to his last time, but in front of more eye-catching and brighter grades, he no longer receives attention.

Kress took off his helmet, and muttered angrily and unwillingly, "Where did the desperate child come from?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that his words revealed a strong sour taste, and it was really inappropriate to say it at his age, as if he couldn't afford to lose.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was very noisy. The spectators sat obediently in the stands. The track was a certain distance away from the stands, and Kress muttered in a low voice. Except for Shen Wuyun standing here, there was no one around, and no one else could hear him.

He glanced at Shen Wuyun carefully, praying that the young man didn't hear.

The young man's face was tightly covered by a silver full helmet, and his expression could not be seen clearly through the black single lens.

But Shen Wuyun really didn't hear Kress's unwilling words, even if he heard it, he didn't care.

His nerves were still tense, and the scene of flicking his tail on the edge of the cliff seemed to be constantly playing out in his mind.

He panted lightly, calmed down, and wiped away the fear that had penetrated into his bones.

When speeding on a high-speed track, the racing car will approach the limit of safe speed step by step. When you look down and stare into the abyss, it is false to say that you are not afraid.

It takes a lot of courage to overcome the instinctive fear of human beings.

Moments later, the other two racers also reached the finish line.

The giant electronic display on one side ticked twice, displaying the time and fastest lap of each player throughout the race.

Shen Wuyun's name is ranked first, and the fastest average lap speed is 215km/h.

Seeing this speed, the last bit of unwillingness in Kress's heart disappeared. After all, this race was his best performance, but his fastest average lap speed was only 194km/h.

The stage built in the urban part, with all kinds of obstacles on both sides of the narrow track, crashing means - high-speed hitting a wall, hitting a tree, or even falling directly into a resident's house, and the motorcycle smashed a hole.

Coming to the stage of the mountain road, there are fewer obstacles on both sides of the road, but there are no guardrails. It will be even worse to crash here-falling off the cliff, the car crashes and people die.

This life-and-death game is undeniably terrifying, but the thrill of walking between life and death is so addictive that every inch of your body feels agitated and trembling .

Shen Wuyun calmed down for a while, finally he no longer felt trembling, and only after he calmed down did he realize that his back was covered in cold sweat.

The audience continued to focus on the young man standing on the track, and the motorcycle beside him with smooth lines and low-key and cold colors became particularly conspicuous.

"Which brand is the motorcycle this young man is riding?"

"I want to know too, I want to buy it! How does it feel to ride a champion's motorcycle?"

It was far away, and some viewers took out their mobile phones and clicked to shoot, zooming in on the lens infinitely.

At the moment, even Honda, which has won 255 times, is overshadowed by the sidelines.

In the camera, Tengfei's unique logo is engraved on the silver-gray motorcycle, shining with their glory.

— Brilliance.

The hostess came over and led him to the podium to receive the award.

There will be no prize money for this race, only a trophy will be awarded to No.1 with the words "Isle of Man TT Motorcycle Race No.1" engraved on it.

The fastest speed record in the history of the Isle of Man TT motorcycle race will also be replaced by Shen Wuyun's 332km/h.

Both racing drivers and motorcycle enthusiasts are watching this Chinese youth standing on the podium and holding up the trophy.

Riding a silver-gray motorcycle that had never appeared before, he set foot on the track of the Isle of Man TT for the first time.

The golden trophy refracts the sunlight and flows out of gilt.

Before that, he had no name; after that, he left a legend.

Fans in the racing forum frantically swiped the posts, and all the posts with the Isle of Man TT race were swiped to [most popular].

Just because they want to publicize to their heart's content, the drivers of their own country actually won the championship of the famous international top driver competition of the Isle of Man TT!

What is a bonus?This is an honor that even one hundred thousand dollars cannot buy!

It is an honor trophy for countless drivers to challenge and compete for!

Shen Wuyun held the trophy with one hand, and the lower edge of the full-face helmet with the other hand. With a push of his index finger and thumb, the full-face helmet that originally tightly wrapped his head was taken off like this.

The broken hair on his forehead was completely soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat slipped down, caught by the long and curled eyelashes, and nestled in the bend of the eyelashes, as if the petals in the morning carried dewdrops.

The boy's already fair face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, making it even more translucent and translucent under the sun.

As soon as the awarding committee members walked out of the awarding platform, a group of reporters flocked to them.

One of the male reporters moved quickly, handing the interview microphone to Shen Wuyun's mouth before other colleagues, and asked: "What do you think is your skill to win this exciting competition?"

Shen Wuyun glanced at the male reporter who seemed to be thirsty for knowledge, and replied flatly, "There is no one-shot winning technique. Whoever can get closer to the limit of the tires, the limit of the mechanical structure, and the limit of the engine will be faster; The longer the critical limit state can be maintained, the faster who will be."

The male reporter was visibly stunned. He originally thought that the Chinese youth would say some perfunctory flattery like the previous champions, but he didn't expect the young man to honestly and frankly answer "there is no one-shot decisive skill".

The rest of the reporters were also taken aback, and when they were about to ask more questions, the handsome young man had already stepped off the podium and returned to the waiting area.

Gu Ye has been waiting here since the start of the game.

Shen Wuyun stepped into the waiting area and saw Gu Ye who was waiting at the entrance.

Gu Ye took Shen Wuyun's full helmet and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you won another championship."

"I understand how you feel at the Nürburgring."

When Gu Ye was teaching motorcycle courses in the system space, he shared his feeling of speeding on the Nurburgring. He sat in an Aston Martin racing car and rushed to a corner at a speed of 280km/h.

"I understand your feelings now," Shen Wuyun said, "Running on the track, it seems that boundless fear strikes me. I suddenly understand that racing is a confrontation with death."

"After driving the track, I knew I was beyond death."

Shen Wuyun smiled, "You're right, it's really cool."

***

Shen Yu is preparing for the group's new single, and there is no time to urge Shen Wuyun to make his schedule full; no staff dare to urge Gu Ye, telling him that there is still work to do.

So these two leisurely people feel that it is still early and they are not busy.

Apart from his love of excitement and adventure, Gu Ye is also keen on traveling.

He didn't say he knew the Isle of Man well, but he could be said to be familiar with it.

Gu Ye took Shen Wuyun to a local specialty restaurant, and ordered five dishes without looking at the menu, obviously he had visited here several times.

It's not time for dinner yet, there are very few diners in the restaurant, but the TV hanging on the wall is playing programs, and the restaurant doesn't look empty and lonely for a while.

"Why did you become a coach in the system space." Shen Wuyun said abruptly.

Gu Ye was taken aback for a moment, he thought this matter was over, and whoever thought it was was brought out again.

Gu Ye was silent for a long time, he didn't want to lie to Shen Wuyun, so he finally chose a roundabout way.

"You know the racing forums, don't you?"

Shen Wuyun stared at Gu Ye, hoping to find out the flaws from the expression on his face, "I know, the racing forum that suddenly appeared in 2014."

"There are detailed explanations and game data on the forum, all of which are..."

"It's all done by [Mastermind], including the columns of various large-scale competitions." Shen Wuyun directly took over the conversation.

Gu Ye smiled, "That's right."

"That [Master Brain] is me." Gu Ye raised his eyes, black stains stained his eyeballs, as if he wanted to suck people into the abyss of hopelessness.

Countless fragments flashed through Shen Wuyun's mind, and they were finally locked and linked together. He widened his eyes in astonishment, looked at the man in front of him, "You are..."

The TV on the wall not far away is tuned to the sports channel, playing the latest sports events.

"The World Cup held by the International Snow Federation in November has come to an end, and there have been many outstanding newcomers, such as Sijiemi and Fang Ruike..."

The hostess next to her nodded, "Yes, for this year's Ski World Cup competition, the No.1 is Jamie. He has been training for many years, and this year is also the first time he won the World Cup. A cause for celebration...”

Shen Wuyun turned his head abruptly, staring at the host program on TV.

When he recalled parting from Patrick, Patrick mentioned that he was going to participate in the World Cup held by the International Snow Federation, but the No.1 was not Patrick.

Shen Wuyun frowned, he knew Patrick's strength, with Patrick's level, it is impossible not to get the first place.

He took out his mobile phone. They had added an account on a social platform before, and the content posted by Patrick's account ended on his way to the competition.

Shen Wuyun poked into the private chat box and sent a message, but there was no reply.

Shen Wuyun turned to the search engine and entered a few key words "the World Cup held by the International Snow Federation in November". Before he could continue typing, Patrick's name was automatically followed by the search term.

A bad premonition churned in Shen Wuyun's heart.

He clicked Search, the page loaded for a moment, and the first title displayed was——

【Patrick, The Fall of God】

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