At noon, under the scorching sun, at the mountain waist on the edge of Cliff City, amidst the sound of cicadas, a cool breeze blew in from afar.
No need to turn on the air conditioner to feel cool; just open the window to sense the summer greenery of the mountain.
Under the quietly spinning ceiling fan, the watermelon freshly brought up from the well was crisp, sweet, and cold, while the television broadcast from West City came through.
On the racetrack, the intense competition continued.
"Final straight, sprint!! We see Thunderbolt trying to pull away, oh, what a pity, Midnight's defense is still steady, and Princess is still tightly hanging on...
The last two hundred meters! Accelerating, still accelerating! One hundred! Fifty!!"
"Thunderbolt!!!"
"It's Thunderbolt, it has dashed out! Absolute victory!! Let's congratulate Thunderbolt... at the last moment, it defeated Midnight with half a horse's advantage, achieving a three-peat despite recovering from illness!"
