Huang Chong had no answer to Chen Junyi's final question.
Did he want to become a superstar of the cycling world?
Honestly, he had never considered that question.
But he definitely did not want to become a supporting player or sidekick for some other superstar.
As the saying went: better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.
As one chosen by heaven, how could he become someone else's lackey?
As for whether he would eventually become a superstar in road cycling, he did not really care. He would just let things take their natural course.
Anyway, if he truly won the Tour de France, whether he became a superstar would no longer be up to him.
"Maybe. After all, everyone only gets one short life.
Before I've even figured out where my limits are, I can't bring myself to think about becoming someone else's domestique.
When Huang Chong said this, the smile gradually faded from his face, and he withdrew his gaze from Chen Junyi.
The affectionate look from earlier had turned into sharpness and resolve, brimming with fierce edge.
He continued, "Since I've already followed the original plan and successfully made it to the doorstep of UCI WorldTour teams,
why shouldn't I keep climbing higher?
Just like Kobe said, someone always wins in competitive sports. Why can't that person be me?"
This was the first time Chen Junyi had seen the easygoing Huang Chong reveal such a serious and resolute side.
But she did not dislike this side of Huang Chong.
On the contrary, she admired him even more for it.
Because it reminded her of a line she had loved since her student days: "A tiger in the heart, delicately smelling roses!"
In daily life, Huang Chong was easygoing, generous, sunny, and