Amidst the noise, cheers rang out. Rong Zhi seemed to hear the host on the opposite side saying something, but it was too chaotic, she could only hear Ying Hengyu venting his excitement in her ear.
"Sophiron cried," Ying Hengyu moved slightly away from the race track, it seemed he was heading backstage, "It's a pity you're not here, otherwise I really wanted you to see how we looked when we won the championship."
Rong Zhi gave a soft "Mmm," "You can send videos."
Such world-class competitions usually have live broadcasts and full coverage, with videos released after the race for racing enthusiasts who couldn't be on-site or didn't have time to watch.
Ying Hengyu slapped his head, "Oh right, I'll send you the photos later, also post on Moments, don't forget to give a like!"
"Okay."
After two seconds of silence, Ying Hengyu finally reached backstage. Behind him was a colorful backdrop wall, and there were faint voices of others speaking in his headphones.
