Yang Dao and Feng Yun did not go back ho after they ca out o the building. The two people set down in the car and drove to the racing circuit. It was Feng Yun who suggested this trip. She wanted to show Yang Dao what car he will be driving tomorrow.
The boy was also excited and he drove at a high speed. As he reached the circuit he slowed down a bit. The reason being a lot of big trucks slowly moving toward the stadium. He asked, "Hmmm, are these the vehicle carriages?"
Feng Yun nodded, "Yes, tomorrow 30 racers from all over the world will be participating here. All of them being the youths under the age of 16. The race is an exhibition event for the people. The money will be donated as a charity. While the young racers can display their skills in a real event. It will be like hands-on training for them."
Yang Dao nodded and soon the people reached the entrance of the stadium. Dillon was talking to so people when he saw a vehicle driving over to the VIP parking spot. Unlike the old tis, the parking area was filled with supercars, they apparently belonged to the racers who ca over to participate in the event.
Dillon was also not alone, he recognized the vehicle and whispered sothing to the older man next to him. The man was converting with so people wearing, crew uniforms. He nodded to Dillon and kept talking to the n. The young secretary ca over to receive Yang Dao and Feng Yun.
He spoke politely, "Young Master Feng, President Feng. Welco. I apologize, we are completely stacked with work. What can I do for you?"
Yang Dao shook his head and spoke up with a smile, "I wanted to see my vehicle for the race tomorrow nothing more. You can carry on your work. I will call elder Viktor."
Dillon nodded and after a small talk, he returned to the older man's side. The older man glanced at Feng Yun and nodded, Feng Yun returned the gesture and the two people walked inside the stadium after Yang Dao called the old Crew Chief.
The location was the sa old Pit stop. Yang Dao walked over and suddenly his steps froze. His eyes were glued to a black and white-colored race car. The car looked like a piece of art. He walked closer to it. The technicians did not know who this kid was.
The next scene shocked them all though. The car was placed on the elevated jack at this mont ant the people were assembling the parts. Yang Dao started muttering, "Algorithm 01, twelve-cylinder combustion engine, 3mm ground clearance, magnetic transmission, vibron drive shaft, carbon fiber body, magnetic independent suspension. Top speed - 450 kph, acceleration - 0 to 100 in 2 seconds. The dream of professional drivers. The star of the A1 racing, Wind God."
Suddenly he heard a pair of claps behind him. He turned his head and found that Old Crew Chief was clapping his hands as he glanced at him. He spoke with a peal of hearty laughter, "I do not think that you were such an enthusiast Dao."
The boy scratched the back of his head. He replied, "Every boy and a man like vehicles, Elder. You praise in vain. So, I will be driving this tomorrow?"
The elder nodded. He said, "Not only you but the rest of the drivers will also be driving cars with almost the sa configuration. You know that A1 is all about the racer's skill and not the vehicle's performance."
Yang Dao nodded and the old man took him outside with a hand around his shoulder. He told Yang Dao that so drivers were still driving around to get used to the track. Then he told him about so rules and regulations. Suddenly a man ca and joined the two people.
Viktor made the introductions, "Dao, this is..." before he could complete, the boy spoke up, "I know, Sylvan 'The Humr' Stockholm. Nice to et you, sir."
The man was surprised and said, "I did not expect anyone to still rember ."
Yang Dao replied, "The loss for those who forgot."
The man chuckled and said, "Very well, you sure can drive the words. I like it. Also, you have not told about yourself."
"I am Feng Yang Dao, I will be racing tomorrow." he used his full na, as he was not very familiar with this man.
The man nodded and told him that he was also here with a guy who will be racing tomorrow. More importantly, the guy was quite sure of this kid under him. After a few minutes, he left. Yang Dao asked Viktor, "Elder, why did he stop racing?"
Viktor was surprised and gazed at the back of the man, he spoke with a sigh, "The man is blind in his left eye. It may look okay, but he cannot see anything from his left eye. In his last race, his vehicle was tampered with. After the thirty-fourth lap, the car caught fire, he parked the car and jumped out of it. The vehicle exploded, the flying debris hit his head and when he woke up, he had no vision in his left eye.
A wonderful driver, but he was too good and so people could not tolerate his rise so they sched against him. They were caught later on and Sylvan received a hefty compensation but now he stays a crew chief guiding the younger generation."
Yang Dao sighed, his mood was a little heavy. The humr was a person he liked a lot. The reason was that whenever this guy was racing he would humm, like the engine, and even make the clicking noise when he changes gears. It was very fun to watch him race. The boy felt downcasted after discovering the reason behind his retirent.
He decided to try sothing in the race tomorrow. Viktor saw his mood was influenced and said, "Co, would you like to get familiar with the car?"
The boy smiled and nodded. He was given a gift-wrapped box by Feng Yun who said, "This is the gift I prepared, that car was because of the regulations."
Yang Dao smiled and said, "You will spoil rotten one day." the two people chuckled. How can you spoil the Dao?
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