252 Your Wish Will Come True

    Lin Yan sat on the couch as she munched on an apple. She gazed quietly at He Lefeng, who was looking excited.

    A movie was being produced? Why hadn't she heard the news?

    According to He Lefeng, the male lead would be based on Lang Mang and the producers wanted to create more buzz by adding Yeva to the movie. During the final race, Yeva, the Race Track's Grim Reaper, would appear to hype up the entire movie by racing with her apprentice.

    If that was the case, the producers had to be aware of the identity of the Race Track's Grim Reaper.

    As she mulled it over, this didn't seem to matter. She had already been banned, so how would they be able to track her down?

    Lin Yan guessed that Lang Mang must have agreed that the script could include both his and Yeva's characters.

    Why the sudden sentimental rush, though? She was still alive after all...

    Meanwhile, Lin Yan was visualizing the scenes...

    At the final race, Lang Mang would clinch the championship after tremendous effort.

    The sun would set on the race track as Lang Mang held his helmet in one hand and thought of his coach Yeva, the Race Track's Grim Reaper.

    The setting sun's light would shine on the track and make it look dazzling. Lang Mang would then stride over to his car, appearing forlorn.

    Suddenly, the Race Track's Grim Reaper would appear.

    When he saw his coach, hot tears would gush out of his eyes.

    In the end, they would compete against each other in a final race...

    Lin Yan was speechless...

    Why did it seem like... she had died?

    No way! The movie couldn't end like this!

    Besides, who could be qualified to play Yeva? She didn't want anyone to ruin her reputation!

    He Lefeng tugged at Lin Yan, who was in a reverie. "Sister Yan, look!"

    Lin Yan raised her head.

    The screen was currently showing the first level of the international competition.

    A silver-colored racing car whizzed towards the finish line.

    The crowd erupted instantly.




    Everyone sprang to their feet as they watched the racer with utmost admiration.

    In the meantime, emotions were surging in Lin Yan's eyes.

    That was her exclusive racing car, Silver Starry Sky!

    The door burst open and the Race Track's Grim Reaper, Yeva, got out. She was wearing a silver-colored racing uniform as she waved in all directions.

    "She's so brilliant! Oh my god! She's excellent!"

    Suddenly, He Lefeng jumped on the couch, looking ecstatic.

    "Sister Yan, did you see that? That was Yeva, Lang Mang's coach! Yeva had another apprentice too! He was called Death Knight!" declared He Lefeng excitedly.

    Lin Yan chuckled and replied, "Alright, I got it. Stop jumping. The couch is going to collapse any moment now."

    "Sister Yan, if I could meet the Race Track's Grim Reaper, Yeva... No, her apprentice... If I could have a race with any of them, I would die without regrets!" proclaimed He Lefeng.

    "Work hard! I'm sure your wish will come true one day." Lin Yan smiled.

    He Lefeng shook his head sorrowfully. "It's too difficult. We are as insignificant as ants to them."

    Lin Yan rose and glanced at He Lefeng. "Go and rest early so that you can wake up fresh and alert tomorrow. If you are really eliminated tomorrow, how will you ever race with any of them?"

    Lin Yan waved at He Lefeng as she was about to walk away.

    "Sister Yan, hold on!" He Lefeng blurted out suddenly.

    He studied Yeva, who was on the screen, before turning his head to Lin Yan.
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