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The boy was stunned. Only then did he notice Lu Huaiyu, who had followed Shen Li in.

When his eyes met the amusement in that man's eyes, the boy subconsciously began to tremble.

"Lu, Senior Lu... I, I am in 503..."

Hesitantly, he looked at the racing model in his hand as a hint of uncertainty flashed across his face.

He thought of the previous rally race.

A full four and a half laps of all-round suppression, as well as the last half lap of the three bends to pass six cars.

Although the race was over, every time he thought of it, it still made him excited.

"Oh," Lu Huaiyu said in an extremely soft voice.

A chill inexplicably surged up, and the boy finally found his slight desire to live.

"I-If it's not convenient--"

"Give it to me."

Shen Li stretched out her hand.

The boy's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?!"

He hurriedly handed over the racing car model and an autograph pen.