Our Future (Part 1)

George, wearing a jersey, ran on the green field, sweat flowing freely, soaking his clothes, but he could not stop his speed. He easily crossed one blocker after another, transported the ball to the backcourt, and then kicked it out, and the football rolling on the ground flew up instantly, passing through the court like a meteor, so fast that it turned into a afterimage in people's eyes.

The goalkeeper was about to fly and the person was still in the air, and the football had already crashed into the net, rushing the net high, and even the goal trembled violently, which showed how strong it was.

The audience in the stands stood up instantly and burst into cheers like tsunamis. The flag of George's team was waving vigorously. They were cheering for George, they shouting for George, and they were raising the banner for George.

George also waved to them, his face filled with joyful smiles and his excitement was beyond words. His flying spirit made the camera quickly give the "Masters" a big close-up, so that fans on and outside the court could see the legendary player who took off again.

George, who was running in the camera, was a talisman-like ornament hanging around his neck, jumping with his running. The workmanship looked a bit rough. The flame pattern on it seemed to be particularly bright because of sweat, giving people the feeling that it would rise into the air at any time, turn into real flames, burning in the clear sky.

The cheerful George ran while waving his hands to the fans who supported him on the sidelines to welcome greater cheers, but as he ran, George stopped, the smile on his face dissipated, and doubt appeared in his eyes. He saw a familiar figure in the stands where the crowd was surging.

Standing in the aisle of the stands with his back to the sun, from George's perspective, this man blocked the sun. The bright sunlight shone on the man, imposing a halo on him, making him unable to see his face clearly, but it made George blurt out a name:

"future?"

Before George could look carefully, his cheerful teammate rushed over, and made George stagger, and then was held in his arms, making George shudder, and his vision was blocked.

When George stood firm and looked over, he could no longer find the figure that made him familiar.

"Is it dazzling...?"

George murmured, but his eyes kept scanning the stands, trying to find the figure that he could not forget, but there was no trace.

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Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The dull engine was roaring, echoing over the vast racing stadium, motorcycles were driving rapidly on the spacious track, and the audience on the sidelines looked at the whizzing motorcycles nervously and excitedly. Whenever the drivers they supported exceeded other drivers, they would cheer.

This is a sport that uses speed to overcome fear and uses skills to surpass opponents to challenge human limits. Every driver is working hard to maximize the performance of the vehicle, and must overcome his heart until he exceeds the limit, so that he has the opportunity to stand on the podium and accept the cheers of the audience.

Amid the roar of the engine from far to near and far away, the commentator of the arena was explaining in an enthusiastic tone. The camera gave a slightly slender driver in the leading team:

"The driver given to the camera now is Masaruna Feng. She is the only female driver on the field, the first female driver to win the race in the International Motorcycle Federation, and the first female driver to get the fastest lap and get the pole position.

As she walked along the way, in addition to breaking records again and again, she was accompanied by many doubts. Now she was galloping on the world field, breaking through those doubts with speed and charging towards the champion throne.

...Look, she is still accelerating, but there is a sharp turn ahead. If she does not slow down, she will rush out of the track.

...She passed, without slowing down, and just pressed herself to pass this deadly bend, just like her name, the brave man as fast as the wind.

...Now that she has only one lap to the finish line, can she still surpass the last championship?

...accelerate, she is still accelerating...

Crossing the line!

champion!

At a historic moment, the first female driver in history to win the World Championship was born.

She broke through many obstacles, resisted all kinds of doubts, and proved herself with her strength. Let us cheer for her!

Scream her name together

Wind - Truthan!"

The audience stood up, flags waving, and cheers came one after another.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Marina, wearing a rider's uniform, stepped up to the highest podium step by step, picked up the trophy that represented the highest honor, and lifted it high.

The audience cheered!

Tears appeared in the corner of Masana's eyes, heavy trophy, just like the difficulties she had gone through, many doubts, and countless alternative eyes, it seemed that women should not appear in this event that never marked the gender, but she survived and became the strongest person this year.

"I did it, I did it!" Marina held the trophy and cried with a smile. After countless hardships, what greeted her was almost a flash of lights.

But in this light that was about to blind people's eyes, Masana, who squeezed out a professional smile on her face, saw a person standing next to the racing field not far away, looking at this side through the crowd, his figure and outline seemed to be...

"future!"

Marina shouted and immediately wanted to rush over, but after just a few steps, he was pulled by coach Kakurakura who had always believed in her and supported her. He looked at Marina in surprise and said, "Where are you going? You will be taking a photo of the first, second and third place soon. There will be media interviews and sponsor interviews..."

Coach Kakura talked about the itinerary after winning the championship. These are not just money, but also the fundamental reason why Masaru can go all the way to the world. No matter how good the technology is, it needs a whole team to support it. The team cannot go far with love and needs a large amount of money to maintain operation. This money comes from sponsors who are optimistic about Masaru.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Both sides are mutually beneficial. Now that Shinna has won the championship historically, they need to turn this into actual money, so they can't run away willfully.

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If you have the opportunity to go to the universe in the future, when you meet strangers, you should also release your kindness while staying alert and use your enthusiasm to help and be sympathetic to the weak."

In the story, it was soon after school. Mu Zhimei stood at the school gate and sent one child after another to the parents.

"Goodbye, teacher!"

"Goodbye, Sayuri!"

Mu Zhimei waved her hand and said goodbye to the children one by one, until the last child left, and the teachers who worked hard for a day were able to relax.

"The beauty of wood, you are really popular with children."

A teacher said with a little enviousness.

There are several kindergarten teachers, but the most popular and trusted by children is Mu Zhimei.

Mu Zhimei smiled and was about to say something, but she looked up inadvertently, but she saw a person who looked very familiar in the traffic across the road, among the crowds and traffic. She was standing there, staring at this side.

"That's... the future?" Mu Zhimei suddenly widened her eyes. Just as she was about to take a closer look, a truck drove by, blocking Mu Zhimei's vision, but Mu Zhimei still couldn't help but run forward. But after the truck passed, there was no trace of the figure that made her feel familiar at that location, which made Mu Zhimei, who had just run out of the school gate, stopped...
Chapter completed!