The car is going very fast, please bear with it.

Old Wu started to realize what was going on.

"Logically speaking, the Heavenly Ladder can't afford to lose face like this."

"But they did it anyway, which is very abnormal. After all, if a whole team came down, wouldn't they just crush them? Although it's not against the rules, this kind of operation is shameless."

"It's like they're deliberately targeting this competition, or targeting someone."

Sudden.

Old Wu seemed to have been electrocuted. His gaze fell on Liu Jun, scanning him back and forth: "Could it be..."

"Is the Heavenly Ladder what's messing with you guys?"

"Is the Heavenly Ladder targeting you?"

Liu Jun and Gan Ning remained silent.

"It really is?" Old Wu's expression changed slightly. "Damn it, what kind of grudge do they have? Not content with just blocking registrations, they have to hunt down and kill people?!"

"What did you do to offend the Heavenly Ladder?"

Liu Jun shrugged: "Didn't some racing teams try to recruit me before? I turned them all down, but Tian Ti was one of them."

"The other teams didn't react much, but the ladder manager, what's his name... Zhou Qingsheng? He had a terrible attitude, so we retorted a few words."

"The result is as you can see."

Old Wu's face darkened: "So that's how it is."

"Damn it, that guy surnamed Zhou... sigh."

"You guys are just unlucky to have been targeted by that bastard. That bastard is notorious in the industry for being even more petty than Piyanzi."

He smiled wryly: "Unfortunately, I'm just a player from Lynk & Co's second team. I have no say and can't help much. You guys have to rely on yourselves."

"Keep it up!"

He sighed, "If I can get second place, it won't be shameful."

"Or rather, with Huang Sichen around, most of us can only manage to secure second place."

"Unless he makes a serious mistake, or even crashes."

Gan Ning's expression gradually turned serious: "That strong?"

"So strong that you've even given up hope?"

"Saying it's a world of difference is a bit of an exaggeration," Old Wu sighed, rubbing his face. "But saying it's not even in the same league, or that it's a commanding lead, is absolutely no exaggeration."

"The second team and the first team are a huge dividing line."

"It's like the second division and the first division."

"It may seem like there's only one level difference, but the hierarchy is extremely strict."

"Simply put: every driver who can make it into the top team is someone who has repeatedly crushed his peers in the second division."

Old Wu paused for a moment, then shrugged.

With a look of helplessness, he said, "In other words, we've been crushed by him and people of his level many times over."

"The outcome can be said to have been predetermined."

"It's not that we're cowards, or that we lack dreams or passion; it's just the conclusion we've reached after countless attempts."

"Losing to a top team is not shameful."

You'll get used to it.

Gan Ning felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but look at Liu Jun, but Liu Jun's reaction stunned her.

He was actually...laughing?

Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of confidence and arrogance.

"Yes, there are no weak drivers in a top-tier team."

Liu Jun chuckled: "It's true that you had to crush second-tier league drivers multiple times to get promoted to a first-team driver, but you're wrong about one thing."

Old Wu asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

Liu Jun's smile widened: "Me?..."

"It has not been run over."

"The outcome is still uncertain."

Old Wu was taken aback: "..."

At that moment, he seemed to see his former self in Liu Jun.

He is thirty-five years old this year.

In the field of rally racing, he's not too old, but he's definitely not young either.

More than a decade of fighting had long since worn down his edges, and his former dreams and aspirations had been crushed by reality and sent to the winds.

But once upon a time, he was also a passionate young man.

Seeing those dark horses and those "prodigies," he once murmured, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

He once believed that he was no worse than anyone else and dared to compete with anyone.

Old Wu was in a daze.

Liu Jun's radiant smile and his dazzlingly white teeth were almost blinding to him.

"you're right."

Old Wu's frown vanished, replaced by a smile: "So what if he's awesome? He still couldn't beat you!"

Although this statement is somewhat self-deceptive, similar to the ridiculous statement "you won't lose if you don't fight".

But that's also the truth.

"Get him!"

Old Wu's heart, which had long since cooled, suddenly stirred with a ripple.

It's like pouring boiling lava into cold water.

Although the water was not boiling, it had become warm.

"I have met many geniuses and once thought I was one of them, but I later realized that true geniuses... I am just someone who has reached the threshold to meet them."

"But you're different. You're still young, and perhaps you're a true genius too."

"They are even beyond geniuses."

Liu Jun chuckled to himself.

Does it exist beyond genius?

actually···

He once considered himself a genius.

In his previous life, he had also fought for many years and seen too many geniuses. Some geniuses rose to prominence, while others fell as quickly as comets.

I've also seen far too much injustice.

He once thought that his passion had long since cooled.

But after transmigrating, his youthful body seemed to give him endless motivation, and his long-cooled blood became hot again under its nourishment.

He thought he no longer cared about winning or losing.

But now...

He didn't want to lose.

"Old Wu."

"Can't you be more optimistic and give it your all?"

Old Wu clicked his tongue: "Forget about me. You young people should work hard, but I'm already thirty-five. I'm an old man. I should play it safe, not make any mistakes, and try to make a few more years and earn more money."

"After all, in our line of work, retiring is the same as being out of retirement."

Liu Jun's expression turned serious: "So what if you're thirty-five? You're in your prime!"

"Do you really have no dreams left?"

"Besides, you need to understand something."

You will never be younger than you are today, or even at this moment.

You will never have another "today," only countless yesterdays.

"I don't know what you think, but all I want is for my future self not to regret today's decision, not to regret not trying again, even just once..."

「···」

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Back in the convoy, I got into the driver's seat.

Old Wu stroked the steering wheel, watching Liu Jun and his companion in the distance, their energy and flamboyance palpable...

The hand that was touching the steering wheel was trembling slightly.

"Oh shit."

He gritted his teeth and laughed, cursing, "This kid actually managed to make me interested."

"yes."

"Today, I am the youngest I have ever been in my life."

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When it opened its eyes again, a glint of light seemed to flash and disappear, as aggressive as a cheetah.

"Then... let's try again."

Old Wu looked at his teammates holding computers outside the car and said, "Could you guys please do some more tweaking? Maximize the power, set the turbo to full capacity, and increase the tire pressure by 0.3 bar."

His teammates were taken aback: "Old Wu?"

"You want to fight? Even if you wanted to, now's not the time. The ladder is so shameless, what are you going to do fighting them?"

Old Wu shook his head: "This time, I'm not competing with anyone."

"I just want to..."

"Better than my former self."

"Do as I say, and I'll take full responsibility for the consequences."