Huang Mao turned around and thought for a moment, then said: "Once the race starts, everyone will go to the finish line to see the result. You should be able to pass by then."
"Alright, I'll wait until it starts before going." Yufei got off the car and took a sip of water from her bottle.
Seeing her persistence, Huang Mao didn't bother her anymore and ran into the crowd.
Yufei sat down on a stone stool on the roadside to rest, her ears filled with the sound of revving motorcycles and the excited screams and whistles of both men and women.
They were about her age, full of enthusiasm and youthful spirit, their lives filled with vitality.
But her heart was calm, matured like a woman in her thirties, a total exception.
Yufei took a side glance, her eyes filled with a hint of longing.
"Er Shao, come on, you must take the first place!" some women screamed excitedly. Other girls also followed, shouting: "Er Shao, first place, Er Shao, first place!"
They all must be cheerleaders.
