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

The afternoon sun in Munich was quite strong. Xiao Fangfei sat under a parasol in the rest area, wiping away sweat with a towel in her hand.

The recently concluded semi-final was more intense than she had imagined, with two drivers colliding on the last corner. Although no one was injured, it made her more cautious.

She looked down at her motorcycle, the engine casing covered in track dirt. Just as she was about to wipe it clean with a cloth, Kong Haoyu walked over carrying a black toolbox and a bottle of chilled sports drink. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

"Drink some water to cool down first. You've been playing too intensely in the semi-finals, so don't get heatstroke."

Xiao Fangfei took the drink, tilted her head back and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down her throat, instantly relieving the heat.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw Kong Haoyu squat down, his gaze falling on the motorcycle's engine.

"I just asked the mechanic at the repair shop, and he said your engine made a strange noise during the semi-finals. I'll check it for you."

He opened his toolbox, took out a stethoscope, placed it on the engine, and gently turned the throttle. A uniform "humming" sound came from the stethoscope, but when the speed reached 3,000 rpm, a slight noise appeared in the sound.

"The air filter is a bit clogged. There's a lot of dust on the track, which is affecting the air intake efficiency."

Kong Haoyu quickly identified the problem and took out a new filter from her toolbox—the same brand she usually used.

"I asked at several motorcycle shops in Munich yesterday before I finally found this model. Give it a try; the engine power should be restored quite a bit after the replacement."

When he removed the filter, he made a point of placing a clean cloth on the engine casing to prevent the tools from scratching the paint. This small gesture warmed Xiao Fangfei's heart even more.

After changing the filter, Kong Haoyu checked the motorcycle's foot pedals and found that the screws were a bit loose, so he took out a wrench and tightened them.

"You didn't have time to inspect this part after the last race. Prolonged vibration can easily cause the screws to come loose, which is very dangerous when driving at high speeds."

As he spoke, he shook the foot pedal with his hand to make sure it was stable before putting away his tools.

Xiao Fangfei sat beside him, watching his skillful and meticulous movements, and recalled her past lack of desire for marriage.

She only wanted to focus all her energy on her work and competitions, believing that she didn't have the extra energy to think about romance and love. Therefore, she felt that she was not suitable for dating, marriage, or marriage. So, when she learned of Kong Haoyu's feelings for her, she rejected him without hesitation.

However, Kong Haoyu's appearance seemed to be gradually shattering her preconceived notions.

Last time she participated in a competition in China, she accidentally fell and scraped her knee. Kong Haoyu was the first to rush over, carry her to the infirmary, and take care of the aftermath of her motorcycle accident.

Her studio's rent was about to expire, and Kong Haoyu helped her communicate with the landlord in advance to secure a discounted rent.

Kong Haoyu would even remember the strawberry cake she casually mentioned liking, and send it to her on her birthday, specifically instructing the cake shop to use less sugar.

"Okay, try starting it up."

Kong Haoyu stood up and made way for him.

Xiao Fangfei got on the motorcycle, started it, and the engine sounded crisper and more powerful.

She turned off the engine, looked up at Kong Haoyu, hesitated for a moment, and then asked the question.

"Why are you always so nice to me? We're just pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, you don't need to do so much."

Kong Haoyu paused for a moment, then smiled. The sunlight shone on his face, making him look exceptionally gentle.

"Because I think you're a great person. Your passion for motorcycles, your dedication to your work, and your occasional stubbornness are all adorable. I'm not trying to flatter you, I just want you to know that it's nice to know that someone cares about your preferences, worries about your safety, and will be there for you when you need them."

His words were straightforward, without any fancy words, yet they made Xiao Fangfei's heart skip a beat.

She looked down at the tips of her shoes, her heart pounding like a deer.

At that moment, the stadium's loudspeaker sounded, reminding the drivers in the final race to prepare to enter the arena.

Kong Haoyu noticed her nervousness and took a mint out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Take a bite to relieve tension. Your training level is higher than your opponents' today. As long as you perform normally, you'll definitely get a good result. I'll be waiting for you at the finish line. I bought you your favorite vanilla ice cream with strawberry sauce. If you win, we'll go celebrate."

Xiao Fangfei took the mint, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth. The cool taste spread in her mouth, and her heart felt much sweeter.

She rode her motorcycle towards the starting point, and when she looked back, she saw Kong Haoyu standing under a parasol, giving her a "good luck" gesture. The sunlight cast a long shadow of him, warm and resolute.

After the start of the final race, she maintained her lead. At the last corner, the driver behind her suddenly accelerated to overtake her. Remembering Kong Haoyu's advice, she stabilized her speed, successfully held her position, and finally crossed the finish line to win the runner-up position.

The moment she crossed the finish line, she immediately looked towards the stands and saw Kong Haoyu holding a camera, taking pictures of her with a big smile on his face.

She stopped the car, and as soon as she took off her helmet, Kong Haoyu stuffed an ice cream into her mouth.

The cool texture is accompanied by the sweetness of vanilla and her favorite strawberry jam.

"Congratulations on getting second place, that's really impressive."

Kong Haoyu's voice was full of pride, and he even brushed the dust off her shoulders.

Xiao Fangfei ate her ice cream, feeling sweet inside.

Looking at Kong Haoyu, she suddenly felt that perhaps she could try to accept a sincere relationship.

Kong Haoyu seemed to have seen through her thoughts. He didn't say much, but simply helped her push the motorcycle to the rest area, quietly helped her pack her helmet and gloves, and neatly organized her tool bag.

As the sun set, the two walked side by side along the racetrack. The evening breeze carried the scent of grass. Kong Haoyu walked on the side closest to the road, occasionally raising his hand to brush away the drooping branches, afraid of hurting her.

Xiao Fangfei noticed a shallow scratch on the back of his hand, which he had accidentally rubbed off while changing the filter. Her heart tightened slightly, and she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Kong Haoyu smiled and shook his head: "This little injury is nothing. I just hope your competition goes well."

Xiao Fangfei didn't say anything, but took out a pack of Band-Aids from her backpack—she prepared them for unexpected events during the competition and always kept them in her bag.

She took Kong Haoyu's hand, gently avoiding the wound with her fingertips, and carefully applied the band-aid, her movements so gentle as if she were afraid of hurting him.

Their fingertips touched unintentionally, and a subtle warmth seemed to fill the evening breeze. Xiao Fangfei's heart wavered: Was Kong Haoyu really the person she was willing to put aside her concerns and give it a try?

Meanwhile, in Qinglongpo, Gu Fanxing and Pei Luonan were inspecting the temperature measurement equipment together.

The expert team has arrived and is adjusting the temperature sensors inside the kiln. Craftsman Chen is explaining the techniques of firing porcelain using traditional methods.

“In the past, without temperature measuring instruments, old kiln workers relied entirely on the color of the flame to judge the firing temperature. Orange-red was the preheating stage, about 1,000 degrees Celsius; when the flame turned bright white, it was 1,200 degrees Celsius, which was just enough to fire the warm and lustrous glaze of celadon.”

Ling Jiu'er took out her camera to record every detail and transcribed Chen Gongjiang's words into written notes.

Gu Fanxing took out her phone and sent a message to Xiao Fangfei.

"You got the runner-up title! That's amazing! Kong Haoyu remembers everything about you; he can't hide his feelings for you."

Not long after, Xiao Fangfei sent a photo—in the photo, she was holding a trophy, and Kong Haoyu next to her was helping her adjust the ribbon on the medal; the two of them were smiling happily.

Looking at the photo, Gu Fanxing smiled and said to Pei Luonan, "It seems that Fangfei's idea of ​​not getting married will soon change."