"You treat racing as a game. Do you know what racing is to me? It's fate!"

"Okay," Lynch got up and turned his neck, "Okay, go."

Zhong Yanzhai got out of Adam's apple, stood up and said to Lynch, "Go."

The two went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner, and unfortunately the waiter told me that lunch was required and the restaurant had no seat.

"Okay, let's go to my fan resort and have a bite." Lynch suggested.

Zhong Yanzhai glanced at him, and Lynch felt the pressure inexplicably.

"Hi."

There was a voice from behind the two of them, and Lynch turned around first, almost swearing in his heart, why are he everywhere!

He Yao hung a suit jacket on his arm, white shirt, black pants, silver-rimmed glasses, and his temperament was between business elites and literati. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, you can't connect with the racers.

"Are you going to have lunch? I have booked a seat, and if I don't mind, you can go together." He Yao seemed to have a good impression of the two of them. Even though he encountered Zhong Yanzhai's cold face last night, he still smiled like the spring breeze.

"Mind." Zhong Yanzhai said simply.

The smile on He Yao's face faded, and his eyes looked at the two of them in a general way, locking onto Lynch's face, "What about Lynch?"

"I..." Lynch was very satisfied with Zhong Yanzhai's attitude of keeping people from thousands of miles away. He was in a much better mood and was about to organize politely and refuse He Yao.

He Yao said again: "Actually, I didn't have the nerve to say last night, I'm your fan."

Lynch: "Ah?"

"Lao Tang went to pick you up on our behalf last night. I had something to do at the moment. When I rushed over, they said you were gone."

He Yao smiled a little shyly, "I am the vice president of the Fan Association."

Lynch was completely shocked. He began to doubt his identity. Could it be that he was not a tool man, but a heartthrob? Is He Yao lying to him?

"Really." Seeing that Lynch's eyes were a little suspicious, He Yao hurriedly took out the driver's license he carried with him and opened a photo inside. The corners were a little wrinkled. It seemed that it had been a few years.

It seems that he took a photo of him winning the award shortly after his debut, and his signature in the lower right corner faded.

Lynch: “…It’s true.”

He Yao smiled happily, "Can I treat you to a meal?"

Lynch quietly glanced at Zhong Yanzhai beside him. Zhong Yanzhai looked back at him, and the knife was about to fly out of his eyes.

"It's okay if you don't like this," He Yao closed his ID and smiled, "We can go to Lao Tang's resort to eat."
Chapter completed!