The eight Whirlwind Racing Team drivers who participated in the competition stood on the regional race champion podium, all still wearing white racing suits and gloves on their hands.
A group of young boys suddenly shouted to the sky, "Thanks, Su Li, long live Sister Li!"
"Sister Li is the mascot—!"
"I love you, Su Li. Dump your current boyfriend, and I'll sign up right away!" Little Hu Zi raised his hand, yelling excitedly.
It was filled with intense youthful energy!
Seven or eight older boys, looking at the sky with pure smiles, were extremely infectious.
Zhao Xiaoyan's hard-earned smile completely froze on her face, and she almost thought her ears were malfunctioning: "...??"
What's going on?
Su Li?
Long live Sister Li...?
Is it the so-called Sister Li she knows?
Zhao Xiaoyan looked dazed, blankly turning her head to look at Su Li, "You... you..."
