Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Xiao Fangfei took off her sweat-stained carbon fiber helmet, leaving red marks on her neck from the protective lining.

She knelt on one knee beside her matte black motorcycle, the residual heat from the engine penetrating through her deerskin gloves, leaving a familiar tremor on her palm.

The phone deep inside the toolkit suddenly vibrated. The moment the screen lit up, her mother's pink cartoon avatar made her fingers curl slightly.

"Hello, Mom."

She pulled off her gloves and pressed the hands-free button while continuing to adjust the rear suspension system with a ratchet wrench.

"You're tinkering with your old motorcycle again!"

My mother's voice crackled with electricity, and in the background came the noise of an eight o'clock family drama.

"Look at the time now? 1:17 AM Milan time! The scratch on your brow from the last video hasn't faded yet, and you insist on doing these deadly things..."

Xiao Fangfei bit her lower lip and glanced at the schedule posted on the workbench. Tomorrow's qualifying time was circled heavily in red pen.

"Mom, this is a professional racing motorcycle. It's completely different from a street motorcycle."

She looked up at her teammates who were inspecting their cars in the distance. "The team doctor does full-body checks three times a day, and the protective gear is even more sophisticated than what F1 drivers use."

As she spoke, she reached out to adjust the angle of the motorcycle's spoiler, and out of the corner of her eye she saw dozens of unread messages from her mother on her phone screen, most of which were photos and profiles of her blind date.

"Can any precision prevent a crash?" the mother raised her voice. "Your Aunt Wang's daughter is the same age as you. She's a bank manager and just gave birth to a big, fat boy last month. And look at you, you're working like a man on the track every day..."

Xiao Fangfei suddenly used too much force, and the wrench hit the frame, sparks flew, and the sharp sound startled the night owl under the eaves.

She looked at the posters of various international competitions hanging on the wall and said, "I really don't have time to talk about this right now."

She took off her goggles, and the hair on her forehead was stuck together into wisps by sweat.

"Waiting for you to compete? How long will it take?" The mother's voice suddenly rose. "Your father also spoils you! I said I would arrange a blind date for you, but he actually said he would respect your choice. You are already in your twenties. Xiao Wu from the unit next door is two years younger than you, and his child is just playing around..."

At this moment, the familiar cough of his father came from the phone: "The countdown for the child's competition has begun, don't make things worse."

This was followed by a rustling sound of scrambling, and the mother was panting as she took the phone back.

"Okay! I've already booked the flight. I'm meeting with Dr. Zhang from the City Hospital's Orthopedics Department at 3:00 PM the day after tomorrow. He's a doctor of medicine and owns two apartments in the city center..."

Xiao Fangfei was about to retort when Kong Haoyu's angular face suddenly appeared in her mind.

At the celebration banquet two weeks ago, he leaned against the French window, his whiskey glass twirling gently between his fingers, his watch half visible from his suit sleeve. "Miss Xiao, do you need exclusive support for your next competition?"

As he spoke, his eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and the scent of cedar perfume mixed with tobacco wafted into his face.

The memory was so vivid that her hand trembled in shock, and the wrench hit the aluminum bracket with a clang.

"What's wrong with you?" Mother's voice penetrated the receiver. "Are you distracted again? I'm telling you, Xiao Fangfei, this blind date must..."

"I know, Mom!" she interrupted in a panic, her heart beating wildly under her windproof leather jacket.

She remembered the message Kong Haoyu sent her three days ago, saying that he had helped her find a limited edition titanium alloy screw. The part he was holding in the picture was shining silver under the light.

Afterwards, every detail of my time with Kong Haoyu emerged one by one.

A month ago, during a rainstorm at the Monaco Grand Prix, her motorcycle's ECU suddenly malfunctioned. He braved the rain to deliver a spare module. His white shirt, soaked to a translucent state by the rain, still smiled and joked, "Your precious motorcycle is more precious than mine."

Last month, when they were test driving, he leaned over to help her adjust the angle of the dashboard, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "The sensitivity here needs to be increased one level."

At the time, she thought it was just professional guidance, but now she was surprised to notice the abnormal redness on the tips of his ears.

"Xiao Fangfei, you are really crazy."

She muttered to herself into the silent pit area.

The crisp sound of a wrench hitting metal came from the distance, which was very similar to her uncontrollable heartbeat every time Kong Haoyu appeared.

The phone vibrated again. It was the team manager's message about tomorrow's schedule. However, she somehow opened the chat interface with Kong Haoyu, and the dialog box stopped at the sentence "Waiting for your triumphant return".

A week later, at the international motorcycle race, the asphalt of the Silverstone Circuit was steaming with heat waves under the sun.

Xiao Fangfei sat astride the motorcycle, the visor of her full-face helmet cutting the world into a cold blue.

The big screen in the starting area showed the real-time temperature at 42°C, and the tire heater emitted a low hum.

The mother clutched the VIP ticket, her knuckles turning white from excessive force, while the father wiped the telescope again and again, and in the side pocket of his backpack was Xiao Fangfei's favorite osmanthus cake.

The moment the five red lights went out, Xiao Fangfei was the first to spurt out of the starting line. The roar of the 1000cc engine made the parasols in the stands tremble.

At the first bend, she angled the car to 32 degrees, her leather elbow pads scraping against the asphalt, sending a trail of sparks flying. His mother suddenly grabbed his father's arm and said, "This is too dangerous!"

The father smiled and pressed the shutter of the camera: "Our daughter's golden angle has been reported in professional magazines."

In the audience, a car fan held up a huge poster of Xiao Fangfei with the words "Female Driving God" written on it.

Halfway through the race, dark clouds suddenly rolled over the sky.

Raindrops as big as beans hit the helmet visor, and the track instantly became as slippery as a mirror.

Xiao Fangfei's eyes flashed to the image of Kong Haoyu in the tactical analysis room. He pointed a laser pointer at the track map. "Turn 12, in the flooded area, brake 15 meters earlier. Maintain 3000 rpm when downshifting..."

She took a deep breath and executed each operation precisely, and behind her came the harsh friction sounds of other drivers losing control.

In the rain, she seemed to see a familiar figure in the stands, wearing a black windbreaker and holding a camera pointing at the track.

On the last lap, Xiao Fangfei caught up with the leading French driver.

At the end of the straight, she stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the electronic speed limiter beeped, and the speedometer needle exceeded 320km/h.

When entering the decisive corner, she relied on her 0.1 mm familiarity with the track and used late braking technique to overtake.

The roars from the 100,000 spectators in the stadium almost blew off the roof of the stands.

The moment she crossed the finish line, she subconsciously looked towards the left side of the audience seats. It was empty, with only rainwater flowing into streams on the seats.

On the podium, champagne sprayed on her goggles, but Xiao Fangfei subconsciously looked for the figure who always stood on the far left of the VIP area in the audience.

As the national anthem played, she looked at the fluttering national flag and suddenly remembered what Kong Haoyu said: "True speed is freedom that even the wind cannot catch up."

In the mixed interview area after the game, the mother suddenly rushed through the security line and hugged her daughter, who was soaked all over.

"Girl, the way you look on the track, it's like... it's like fire!"

Mother sobbed and wiped the champagne and rain from her face.

"I used to think this was too dangerous, but now I understand it's your honor."

Xiao Fangfei was feeling very touched when her mother suddenly pulled out her phone like magic: "But, we can't delay this important event. Doctor Zhang, I've made a new appointment. It's next Saturday at 3:00 PM, at the Starlight Café where you learned piano as a child..."

Xiao Fangfei looked at the outline of the motorcycle looming in the sunset in the distance. Suddenly, there was an electric sound on her walkie-talkie. She thought it was Kong Haoyu's voice.

Maybe life is like a racetrack, with some turns leading to unexpected directions. She wants to hold the handlebars tightly to chase the trajectory of the wind, and she also begins to look forward to a figure who can watch all the sunrises and sunsets with her side by side.