Jiang Siming continued riding in Kite's car, and the two returned to Shanghai.
The route back passed closest to the company, so Kite drove there first. She had originally intended to take Jiang Siming home.
But Jiang Siming told her to let him out there.
Mainly because he had seen how long she had driven today and how she had also played in the competition. Her pretty face was filled with exhaustion.
He couldn't bear to make the young girl keep serving as his driver.
"I'll take you home, Brother Jiang. I'm not tired."
Kite pretended that she wasn't tired.
Jiang Siming laughed when he saw through her and said, "Why are you being stubborn? I can get out and have one of the company's drivers take me. You've learned to drive while fatigued on your first day?"
Kite smiled sheepishly at that. Only after Jiang Siming insisted did she drive the car into the company parking lot, go upstairs, and return to her apartment to rest.
She had wanted to invite Jiang Siming upstairs to sit for a while, but Kite was too shy to say it no matter how hard she tried.
After returning to her apartment, Kite took a shower and lay in the bedroom she had once dreamed of but could never afford to live in, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts ran wild.
"After this World Championship, can I confess to Brother Jiang?"
Kite's mind was filled with Jiang Siming's image.
As if she had made up her mind, Kite's originally drowsy body suddenly sprang up from the bed. She opened her computer and resumed training.
On the other side, Jiang Siming, who had half a month of vacation, was also very relaxed. Overall, the harvest from this group stage had been pretty good.