Chapter 212
Robert Foster pretended to be profound, touching his lips and coughing lightly, "I occasionally pay attention to it."
"So, you mean to support Aaron Hill?"
Robert Foster's face became slightly serious, "My support for him is not unfounded. First, that race was his first time participating in a national competition, yet he showed no signs of panic or fear and performed quite calmly and naturally. Even old hands might not be able to do like him. Second, Charles Carrington has a rich background in racing, accumulating his fame bit by bit, he is a hardworking racer. Aaron Hill, in contrast, has a short racing history, and only rocketed to fame in one race, which is a sign of a genius. Since ancient times, hard work can't beat talent, so one just has to accept it."
Everyone nodded slowly.
Someone said, "But I still don't understand why Aaron Hill never shows his face. I'm so curious about what he looks like!"
