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Chapter 156 Going their separate ways
【恭喜宿主获得霓虹迷你赛车超级杯全国大赛总冠军，获得荣誉值279点（30x（1+60%（星马豪）+60%（星马烈）+60%（三国藤吉）+60%（鹰羽龙）+60%（J）+60%（土方令）+60%（冲田海）+55%（黑泽太）+55%（近藤源）+40%（小广诚）））】

As everyone crossed the finish line one after another, the voice of the system rang in Lin Che's mind. It was worthy of being the most valuable competition in Neon in a year. The basic honor value was 30, and thanks to Xiao Hao and the others getting stronger and stronger, the percentage bonus was also greatly increased, giving Lin Che a whopping 279 honor points at one time, getting closer and closer to the lithography machine and chip technology that he had been coveting for a long time.

However, Lin Che just took a look at everyone who crossed the finish line and then jogged towards the bridge. He had to pick up the propulsion device that was stripped off from the Light Speed ​​War Dragon. This thing was really expensive. Unfortunately, as the champion, the camera was still aimed at him.

It can be said that as handsome as the Lightspeed War Dragon was when he was sprinting just now, Lin Che looks as embarrassed as he goes back to pick up the parts.

"Don't just focus on me, director! Where are the runner-up and third place? Go take pictures of them!" Lin Che couldn't help but quicken his pace, cursing in his heart.

In fact, it is not the director's fault. The main reason is that once Lin Che wins the championship, it will be an unprecedented annual Grand Slam in the history of Japanese Mini Racing. Whether he likes it or not, he will naturally be the center of the audience at this time.

Lin Che gritted his teeth and picked up the thruster, then walked back to the finish line.

At this time, the podium has been built.

Apart from Lin Che who won the championship, Hurricane Sonic and Whirlwind Charge, who crossed the finish line second, could not determine the winner even in the slow motion of one thousandth of a second, so they tied for second place.

Because it was the last race of the season, and without regard to quotas, tied players were not counted as two places like in the regular season. The third place went to J, who got 4 points for crossing the finish line third, plus the previous three points for a total of seven points.

After the award ceremony began, Teacher Tie Xin, as the award presenter, put the gold medal around Lin Che's neck, and the audience immediately burst into warm cheers.

At the same time, Teacher Tie Xin also placed the silver and bronze medals on their respective owners.

After the winning contestants took a group photo, Lin Che suddenly said, "Everyone, come up and take a group photo!"

When Tengji heard Lin Che's words, he was the first to rush over, jumped up and stood on the champion's position!

"Hey! Why are you standing there?" Xiao Hao said unconvincedly when he saw this.

"I am the first place in the second game after all, why can't I stand here?" Tengji squeezed next to Lin Che and said arrogantly while waving a paper fan.

"Get down here!" Xiao Hao immediately reached out and tried to pull Fujiyoshi down.

"I won't!" said Fujiyoshi.

"Damn it! Then I'll go up!" Seeing that he couldn't pull Fujiyoshi away, Xiao Hao simply pulled Fujiyoshi's clothes and squeezed onto the championship podium.

"Hey! That's enough!" Lin Che, the legitimate champion, was almost squeezed by the two of them and had no place to stand.

"Shall we go up too?" Okita Kai smiled knowingly after seeing this scene and looked at the Eagle Feather Dragon beside him.

Eagle Feather Dragon nodded and walked towards the podium.

Seeing this, Xiao Guangcheng also walked towards the podium.

"Hmph, boring!" Hijikata Rei curled his lips, not intending to join in the antics of these childish children, but he was pulled back by Kondo Gen.

"Let's go up together, A Ling." Kondo Gen said, dragging Hijikata Ling towards the podium without saying a word. At this time, Kurosawa grabbed Hijikata Ling's feet with a smirk on his face as he tried to struggle, suppressing any possibility of Hijikata Ling struggling.

The outrageous thing about this group of people is that everyone's goal is to get to the championship podium. Xiao Lie and J, who were standing on both sides, looked at each other and then joined in.

Afterwards, the photographer took a photo that was as outrageous as an Indian military exercise, in which a small championship podium was filled with 11 people of different shapes and sizes.

After this final farce, everyone sat down on the beach.

"Let's fight again in the winter competition! Ache!" Xiao Hao spoke first.

"I may not be in Japan during the winter games." Lin Che shook his head. His flight back home was booked for three days later. After returning to China to participate in the national competition in China, whether he was selected for the Chinese national team or not, it would be difficult for him to catch up with Japan's winter games.

"What about you guys?" Xiao Hao turned and looked at the others.

"My dad has to go to Europe for work, so next year I may only come back to participate in the autumn season and the national competition. Next year will also be my last season." Kurosawa said. He is 12 years old this year and will soon exceed the age limit.

"Ah? What about me?" Kondo Gen said blankly. Where should he go? He can't go back to the great god.

"Come with me. My family will have enough food for you." Kurosawa said after looking at Kondo Gen.

"Oh, okay." Kondo Gen said honestly.

"A-Ling, what about you?" Kondo Gen did not forget his former elder brother and asked.

"I'm going to practice, and then in next year's Super Cup, I will defeat all of you to avenge my previous defeat." Hijikata Ling said gritting his teeth.

"Me too. Let's compete again in the Super Cup next year." Okita Kai said to Yingyu Long.

"We should set our sights on the long-term. Why not set the location of the decisive battle on a higher stage?" Lin Che said at this time.

"A higher stage?" Kurosawa was a little confused. He didn't know about the World Cup yet.

"In half a year, the World Minicar Association will hold the first WGP Minicar World Cup. By then, not only us, but also other top drivers in the world will be waiting for us." Lin Che said, "See you then."

"World Cup?" Kurosawa hesitated. "What about those of us who are not in Japan?" "Let's think of a way." Lin Che shrugged. "There are so many countries in Europe. Although Japan does not recognize dual citizenship, it is not as strict as China in this regard. Even if you have two nationalities, they will only ask you once when you enter and leave customs after you turn 20."

"Okay, then wait. See you at the World Cup." Kurosawa hammered his palm, having already made up his mind. If he stayed in Neon, he might not be able to compete with Xiaolie, Xiaohao and the others, but in Europe, standing out should not be a problem, as he is a driver from the birthplace of mini racing.

At the same time, Hijikata Rei and Okita Kai are also ready to make a move.

"Okay! Then we'll see you at WGP!" Xiao Hao said confidently. Although his understanding of WGP is limited to the two sentences that Lin Che occasionally mentioned, he and his Whirlwind Charge are not afraid of any challenge.

"By the way, J, I'd like to ask you to take care of the research institute." Lin Che turned to J and said.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyou and I will take good care of the research institute. When will you return to China?" J asked.

"It's only been these two days, and the trouble level of China's national competition is no easier than Japan's Super Cup." Lin Che said.

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Three days later, Lin Che, escorted by his parents, boarded a plane to Shanghai alone. Lin Che's uncle had been sent to Shanghai by Grandpa Lin in advance to wait for Lin Che to get off the plane. In fact, there were still two weeks before the opening of the Chinese national competition, but Lin Che received a call from Gao Xiaoman the night before the third game of the Super Cup. She said that the Shanghai Mini Racing Association planned to convene a meeting of the three players representing the Shanghai competition area before the start of the national competition, and then train.

Although he didn't know what the officials of the Shanghai Mini Racing Association were up to, Lin Che entered the national competition with the Shanghai quota this time. In addition, he had already taken a leave of absence from the elementary school in Neon, so he had nothing to do for the time being. He might as well return to China in advance to prepare for the Chinese National Competition. He might as well go back to see what these people were planning to train.

Before leaving, Lin Yuan said to Lin Che mysteriously: "Xiao Che, come on, good luck in the Chinese national competition. If you win, Dad will give you a good thing."

Lin Yuan's words made Lin Che a little confused, but no matter how Lin Che asked, Lin Yuan did not intend to reveal it in advance, so Lin Che could only embark on the journey back to China alone with doubts.

A few hours later, Lin Che landed in Shanghai. As soon as he stepped out of the airport, he saw his uncle with clear but stupid eyes.

"Hey! Our Lin family's little champion is back." After seeing Lin Che, Lin Dong came over and ruffled Lin Che's hair, saying at the same time.

After struggling for a while and realizing that he couldn't escape from his uncle's clutches, Lin Che said, "If you don't want the students of CAFM to know that the person who wore a clown mask and confessed his love to the girls' dormitory three years ago and then fled in panic because he got to the wrong place was you, then you'd better let go of my hand!"

Lin Dong: !!!
Lin Dong quickly let go of his hand, and then asked in disbelief: "How did you know?"

He remembers that he is the only one who knows about this?
Lin Che, who finally escaped from the clutches of the devil, straightened his hair and said speechlessly, "At that time, I could hear you rehearsing through the door at my grandfather's house, so I secretly followed you that day to have fun, and you really didn't let me down."

"You damn cunning little devil!" Lin Dong fiercely hugged Lin Che's neck, "Don't tell anyone else about this, understand?"

"Is this your attitude when asking someone to do something for you?" Lin Che was not afraid of Lin Dong's pretending to be fierce at all. Ever since Lin Che could speak, Lin Dong had always been the one being bullied.

"Okay, you're so cruel!" Lin Dong opened his wallet and stuffed all the cash in his pocket, about 2000 yuan in total, into Lin Che's pocket.

"Hi, my dear uncle, I didn't expect it was you who came to pick me up. Long time no see." Lin Che nodded with satisfaction, then said with a smile, as if nothing had happened just now.

Lin Dong took Lin Che and drove to a hotel to stay in. The next day, he sent Lin Che to the door of the building where the Shanghai Mini Racing Association was located.

When Lin Che arrived, Gao Xiaoman and the boy named Wang Jiajun, who had won the runner-up in the qualifiers while the lubricant on other people's handlebars had been squirted out, and who had obtained the last spot in the national competition, were already waiting at the door.

"You're here." Gao Xiaoman waved and greeted Lin Che when she saw him arriving. After not seeing him for a few months, Gao Xiaoman's hair had grown a little longer, but she was still dressed like a tomboy.

"Hello." Wang Jiajun also greeted Lin Che at this time.

After Lin Che greeted them one by one, Gao Xiaoman suddenly said, "You are really amazing. You can win the season's Grand Slam in Neon, the birthplace of mini racing."

"No, no, I was just lucky." Lin Che was instinctively modest for a while, then asked, "By the way, what does this pre-match training mean? Is it an annual tradition in Shanghai?"

"Not really." Gao Xiaoman shook her head, a hint of impatience on her face. "It just started this year. It didn't happen in previous years. The president of the Shanghai Mini Racing Association was transferred last year because the overall performance of our Shanghai Division was too poor. This so-called training was something that this year's new president with a bubble in his head came up with."

"Do you hate him?" Lin Che asked curiously.

Lin Che knew a little about the mini racing associations in various parts of China. Compared with commercial associations like Neon, which were composed entirely of people related to the mini racing industry, the mini racing associations in various parts of China had official backgrounds, and the officials in the associations also had a regular position. The president could be considered a small cadre. But this time Gao Xiaoman started to scold the president of the Shanghai city, which made Lin Che very confused.

"It was this guy who decided to organize the inspection team that went to America. The current mini racing environment in Shanghai is a mess, and this guy has made an indispensable contribution." Gao Xiaoman said.

Lin Che recalled the last selection competition he participated in Shanghai and nodded in deep agreement. How could he describe that selection competition? The other drivers except Gao Xiaoman were not good at playing combat racing, and they were ridiculously bad. Not to mention Okita Kai and the others, even if they brought the original war god army under the great god, they would probably be crushed.

"That was the situation in the last trials. Has the competition situation in Shanghai not improved?" Lin Che was a little bit unbelievable. In the last trials, the combat cars were completely wiped out, and the Mini Racing Association of Shanghai has not given up promoting combat cars.

"So, no matter what that guy says later, just treat it as bullshit. Anyway, our quota has been submitted to the General Association and it's already been decided. Even if he is the president of the Shanghai Mini Racing Association, he can't change anything." Gao Xiaoman said.

"Sister Xiaoman, this is not good. After all, President Xiao is also the president of our Shanghai division." At this time, Wang Jiajun on the side said weakly.

"Do you really like these fighting competitions he organizes?" Gao Xiaoman glared at Wang Jiajun with a look of disappointment. "Don't forget how many times your car has been damaged in competitions in the past two months!"

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