Tang Jun was responsible for presenting the award to Xia Pengpeng.
Clutching the hefty trophy, Xia Pengpeng offered a faint smile.
Without a surplus of words or a speech, she accepted the award with understated grace.
At this moment, the silence contrasted sharply with her boldness when racing the Thunderstorm motorbike against the Death God.
Indeed, this was the perfect embodiment of "still as a maiden, swift as an escaping rabbit."
Tang Jun summarized in a few brief words and announced the successful conclusion of the race.
No sooner had his voice faded than a crowd surged forward, hoisting Xia Pengpeng into the air and tossing her high.
"Long live the queen!"
"Long live the queen!"
A swell of victorious cheers echoed around the racetrack.
Xia Pengpeng's figure was engulfed by the sea of people on the giant screen.
Mu Xingye continued to gaze intensely at the screen as if he could never get enough.
Ah Chi really wanted to remind him, the event was over!
