Qie Xieling’s heart pounded in his chest as he entered the final laps of the race. Determination welled up within him, and he could feel the weight of the high stakes. The eight cars ahead seemed like insurmountable obstacles, but he refused to let doubt cloud his mind.

With a deep breath, he firmly pressed his foot against the accelerator, unleashing the raw power of his racing machine.

The commentators in their booth erupted with excitement, their voices echoing through the stadium. "Look at him go! Xieling the world’s drifting champion is pushing his limits! He’s moving like a phantom, swiftly manoeuvring past his competitors!" "Will he dominate the WSCC on his first try?!"

The crowd’s reaction was mixed. Some cheered wildly, captivated by the audacity and skills of this newcomer. Others jeered, sceptical of his ability to surpass the seasoned racers who had dominated the track for years. Undeterred by their opinions Bo Ailun urged him on his blood rushing as he looked at the screen. Qie Xieling focused solely on the road ahead, weaving through the tense chaos of the race.

In a mesmerising display of skill, he managed to secure the second position, only one car away from the leading champion, number thirteen. Sensing the threat, number thirteen tried to block his every move, refusing to relinquish their coveted spot. The two cars engaged in a thrilling back and forth, their wheels inches away from each other, as the crowd erupted in exhilaration.

"He might as well give up because he can’t go against a veteran," said President Yin pretty confident that he would lose. He had taken it upon himself to intervene and make sure that no matter what Qie Xieling would lose. If Bager failed and number twenty-two failed then number thirteen wouldn’t. He had so much to lose and would do whatever it takes. Who would want to lose to a rookie?

Luo Muchen sneered as he continued to follow his lover who was dominating the race track. Qie Xieling had a good reason to deny him sex. It was because he was focusing on training and he was determined to win no matter the cost. When he saw Bager trailing behind Qie Xieling trying to run him off the road he was quite anxious but he had also seen Qie Xieling training on the race track. Bager had nothing on him. His lover was destined to dominate any race track.

"That’s the problem. You look at everything in the eyes of a veteran..."

President Yin’s brows furrowed unable to understand his meaning. He was the president of the entire nation and was well aware of every move Luo Muchen took. There was no way he would win against him.

***

Qie Xieling’s heart pounded as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the car ahead. He had fallen behind a little but he soon caught up with him. The roaring crowd and thunderous engine noise faded into the background as they entered the final lap of the WSCC race.

With each turn, Driver Thirteen skillfully blocked his every attempt to pass. The aggressive manoeuvres pushed the limits of legality, but Qie Xieling couldn’t afford to back down. The race had become a battle, and he was determined to emerge victorious.

"You know, this is why your father won’t let you get a sports car. He knows you won’t resist racing," said Jolie and Qie Xieling shooed her away. When his father got him a motorcycle he was banned from all motor racing tracks and with good reason. His father had seen something about himself before he had realised it himself.

Qie Xieling’s adrenaline surged as he strategised his next move. He had to find a way around Driver Thirteen, but the rival driver seemed to anticipate his every intention. His mind raced, analysing the track, studying the rhythm and habits of his opponent.

As they approached a sharp curve, he seized the opportunity. He braked hard, pulling alongside Driver Thirteen. Their cars were now inches apart, their engines roaring in fierce competition. Qie Xieling’s pulse quickened as he felt the heat of the moment, the rush of adrenaline fueling his determination.

In a daring move, he veered toward the inside, aiming to surge ahead. But Driver Thirteen refused to yield. The cars collided, screeching metal echoing through the air. The crowd held its breath, witnessing a battle of sheer willpower.

Qie Xieling’s car wobbled, but he refused to relent. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, fighting for control. He could taste victory, but it seemed so far away, tantalisingly close yet slipping through his fingers. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

With each passing second, the fight intensified. The two drivers weaved through the pack, their cars trading paint, pushing the boundaries of the rulebook. Qie Xieling’s instincts took over, guiding him with precision and strength. He knew he had to outmanoeuvre Driver Thirteen, even if it meant bending the rules himself.

As they neared the final stretch, Qie Xieling made his move. He swerved to the outside, using the draft to gain an advantage. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers as car number five surged forward, inch by precious inch.

Driver Thirteen refused to concede defeat. He fought back with all his might, retaliating with aggressive manoeuvres. The rewards that came with winning this race and retaining his world championship were too great and he wasn’t willing to let it all go.

The cars jostled and weaved, narrowly avoiding disaster with each passing second. The battle for first place had become a test of skill, endurance, and sheer determination.

With the finish line in sight, Qie Xieling summoned every ounce of strength. He pushed his car to its limits, his focus unbreakable. The engine roared, drowning out the world as he and Driver thirteen fought tooth and nail for that coveted victory.

In a final breathtaking moment, his car shot ahead, crossing the finish line mere milliseconds before Driver Thirteen. The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, celebrating the hard-won triumph of an unforgettable race. Qie Xieling’s hands shook with exhilaration as he basked in the sweet taste of victory, knowing he had pushed himself to the very edge and emerged victorious.