"Lin Yan, you ... How could it be you ..." Su Cai was still in shock, and she stuttered,"you must be mistaken!" The organizers must have made a mistake! How could it be you!"
Those aggressive Chinese racers were just as shocked as su Cai, but this was the world's third league. How could they make such a low - Level mistake in such an international event?
Therefore, there was only one possibility. Lin Yan was the champion of the competition.
The driver, who had just been scolding Lin Yan, turned pale. He didn't even dare to look Lin Yan in the eye.
Charles. Carl had walked over at some point. Although he was in third place, he seemed to be in a good mood.
He smiled as he walked up to Ling LAN and spoke in broken Chinese,"hey, buddy, you can't be thinking that you'll definitely win the championship this time, right? I'm really sorry to disappoint you. Although I didn't win it either, don't even think about winning it, haha!"
