"Big brother, long time no see."
In the Le Mans Dragon Team's garage, Chen Xiangbei called out to Cheng Long, who now had noticeable wrinkles and gray hair.
In recent years, apart from holiday greetings, Chen Xiangbei and Cheng Long rarely met in person, primarily because they were both too busy, flying globally with mismatched schedules.
"Xiangbei!"
Seeing Chen Xiangbei walk in, Cheng Long warmly waved his hand and then gave him an enthusiastic hug.
"Time flies so fast. I still remember the first time we met; you were young and inexperienced, promising to stand on the top podium one day, and now it's all come true."
Cheng Long spoke with emotion, gently patting Chen Xiangbei's shoulder.
Now, Chen Xiangbei was no longer that naive youngster. Years of formula racing and physical training had sharpened his facial features and he sported a short beard.
The only thing that hadn't changed was his pure love for racing.
