In the blink of an eye, Feng Miwan faced a critical choice:
A hard-fought confrontation would likely result in mutual destruction, forcing both cars to retire from the race;
Yielding immediately meant forfeiting this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, handing the championship to her opponent on a silver platter.
Finally, Feng Miwan made her decision!
She yielded about half a meter to the outside, avoiding the most direct collision risk, but the maneuver left her at a disadvantage when exiting the corner.
Some fans cried out in regret, “Ah! She got squeezed out!”
However, Feng Miwan’s maneuver was far from over!
Just as everyone thought the overtake had failed, she capitalized on the superior exit angle from her brief evasion. With astonishing control, she stabilized the car—and executed a move that left everyone dumbfounded!
She hadn’t lost much speed from the squeeze. Instead, at the next tricky left-hand bend, she braked later than usual!
Her race car hugged the apex, leveraging a more precise racing line and the tires’ remaining grip to muscle her way from the outside line, slipping ahead of Song Zhe’s car before he could fully seal the path. The overtake was complete!
“She did it! My God! Feng Miwan! She overtook Song Zhe! After that dangerous wheel-to-wheel moment, she pulled off an even more spectacular late-brake from the outside! A textbook overtake—flawless!”
The commentator leaped from his seat, his voice cracking with excitement.
“Yay—!!!”
Zhao Shutong jumped up wildly with the Maple Grove Racing Team fans around her, pulling Ren Queyue to her feet as well.
Xiong Yibai finally let out a deep breath. She watched the red race car surge to the lead on the screen, her lips curving into an uncontrollable smile.
In the pits, Feng Yuxiao and the entire Maple Grove Racing Team erupted in joy!
Cheers and hugs filled the air!
Song Zhe, overtaken, watched helplessly as the red car sped away at a speed he couldn’t match, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Silence reigned over the team radio; no one seemed to know what to say.
That dangerous squeeze had been his instinctive move, but Feng Miwan’s flawless overtake afterward felt like a resounding slap, jolting him awake.
What good was winning through such unsportsmanlike tactics?
In the face of absolute skill and courage, his father’s schemes and his own hesitations seemed laughable and feeble.
Staring at the red taillights pulling farther ahead, for the first time, a pure longing for victory overwhelmed his fear of his father’s pressure.
Feng Miwan’s car held a steady lead, giving Song Zhe no further chances.
She crossed the finish line, the checkered flag waving for her!
At Shangdu Station, the championship belonged to Feng Miwan!
The red race car slowed on the cooldown lap, and Feng Miwan pumped her fist excitedly from the cockpit.
The radio buzzed with cheers from Feng Yuxiao and the team engineers.
She had done it.
After facing injustice, she had turned the race around with her own strength and will in an epic reversal!
The big screen refreshed with the latest driver standings—Feng Miwan overtook Song Zhe to claim the top spot!
“Top of the standings! Wanwan’s number one!”
In the stands, Zhao Shutong spotted the change and lost all composure. She hugged Ren Queyue tightly, jumping and shouting.
Ren Queyue stumbled a bit from the momentum but hugged her back, her face breaking into an irrepressible grin of excitement.
But two seconds later, both realized what they were doing and let go, quickly stepping apart.
Zhao Shutong straightened her perfectly neat raincoat, feigning composure. “Ahem… I got too excited. Sorry.”
Ren Queyue looked away. “It’s fine.”
Xiong Yibai didn’t stay with the cheering crowd in the stands. Instead, she hurried through the throng to wait near the pit lane exit.
The pits were a sea of celebration!
Feng Miwan pulled in slowly amid deafening cheers from countless cameras and team staff. She leaped from the car.
Her first hug went to Feng Yuxiao, who rushed over.
“Bro! We did it! We’re top of the standings!”
Feng Yuxiao hugged her tightly, his eyes reddening. “Well done! Little Wan! You’re the best!”
After the brief embrace, Feng Miwan’s gaze swept over the crowd and locked onto the figure standing a short distance away.
She pushed through the teammates and reporters offering congratulations and walked straight to Xiong Yibai, wrapping her in a hug.
Xiong Yibai hugged her back. “That was too risky. Next time… no more going all out like that.”
Feng Miwan nodded vigorously in her arms. “Mm. Got it.”
In the media interview area, cameras and mics were at the ready.
Feng Miwan handled the interviews as usual:
“The race was tough, but we made it. Thanks to the team, my brother, and… everyone who supported me.”
A reporter sharply questioned the pit “incident.” Feng Miwan smiled and responded deftly:
“Anything can happen on the track—what matters is how you respond. The results speak for themselves, don’t they?”
She didn’t accuse anyone, but her poise and victorious aura were the strongest rebuttal.
At the podium ceremony, all eyes were on her.
Atop the highest step for the winner, Feng Miwan stood draped in the Maple Grove Racing Team flag as champagne sprayed.
Below, throngs of fans waved Maple Leaf Red flags and “Rain Battle Goddess” support signs:
“Feng Miwan! Champion!”
“Rain Battle Goddess! Well-deserved!”
“Top of the standings! Hold the lead!”
Jiang Chengfeng climbed the third-place podium. He leaned over with a grin, trying to spray champagne at Feng Miwan, but she dodged nimbly, soaking him instead to the crowd’s delight.
Even Song Zhe on the runner-up spot couldn’t help but smile briefly, though it froze as if recalling something unpleasant, his face darkening again.
The ceremony ended amid the uproar.
As the crowd dispersed, Feng Miwan prepared to rejoin her team when Song Zhe approached.
“Wait—let’s find somewhere to talk.”
Feng Miwan was surprised, but Song Zhe’s serious expression didn’t seem like a joke or troublemaking.
She nodded and glanced at her approaching brother Feng Yuxiao, signaling she’d chat with him.
Feng Yuxiao caught the look, puzzled but stopping in his tracks.
The two slipped away from the crowd to a quiet corner behind the podium stacked with equipment.
Song Zhe spoke first. “Congrats. You won fair and square.”
Feng Miwan nodded. “Thanks. What did you want to talk about?”
Song Zhe’s expression grew complicated:
“Listen, this might sound out of nowhere, but… be careful. Protect yourself.”
Feng Miwan pressed, “Do you know something?”
Song Zhe avoided her gaze:
“Don’t ask too much. Just… listen to me. Be extra vigilant when coming and going lately. Better yet… hire a few reliable bodyguards.”
