Honestly, this shouldn't be my fault! It's all those bloodthirsty bastards from the New World and the bigwigs in Huaxu politics who are to blame. They're always stirring up trouble over the New World's mess and hogging the headlines, so even something as big as winning the racing championship can't get any attention!
It was only through Roommate C that Yu Lian finally learned what had happened.
In short, it was a comeback story for the New China 1. Starting with the semifinals, its odds of winning had shot up from 300 to 1. By the time it reached the finals, they were down to 12 to 1—the sort of odds reserved for a top championship contender.
More importantly, even Jean Cook, the pilot who had seemed a little amateurish during the preliminaries and made several rookie mistakes, had been improving at a jaw-dropping rate. By the time he reached the finals, he was already a seasoned, well-trained elite racer.
The final had been a complete rout. Cook's New China 2 crossed the finish line nearly a minute ahead, leaving the runner-up so far behind that its taillights were out of sight. It had missed the race record by only twenty seconds.
The problem was that the record-holder, the legendary Light-Year Endeavor, had a hull protected by mystical enchantments, a handcrafted engine, and plenty of components fashioned directly from zero-element. It was less a racing boat than a psychic artifact disguised as one.
But the New China 1 had been built on a conventional shipyard, piece by piece by ordinary people using mass-producible materials. That really was an inspiring story.
"The rich folks over on the Alliance side had the advantage of being right here, so they moved fast. They went straight to RN Shipyards and ordered ships of the