The reporter with a full beard had just finished speaking when a blonde, blue-eyed female reporter immediately took up the floor in fluent English: "Please look over to my right—there's a young Chinese man!" Holding the microphone, she turned to highlight and said, "Could you please introduce yourself to your American friends?" Highlight didn't seem at all nervous—he was poised and natural. Facing the camera, his face radiating warmth and sunshine, he said, "My name is Gao Liang!" "Oh! Oh! Gao Liang! Remarkable! Remarkable!" the female reporter exclaimed, reaching for her notepad to write down his Chinese name, but couldn't quite manage it. Nearby, Daina took over the pen, gracefully writing "Gao Liang" in Chinese and adding the English spelling. The audience burst into laughter—everyone knew that Daina's "liang" wasn't written properly; it was slanted and looked more like a wobbly stroke than a real character. Daina blushed deeply. At that moment, she truly regretted seeing that character every day, yet never writing it enough. Otherwise, she'd have been humiliated in front of the national audience. "Dai Mengna, you're really clumsy! You can't even write your husband's Chinese name—looks like you'll have to start learning Chinese seriously from now on!" High Bright's unintentional criticism left Dai Mengna at a loss. Yet, Dai Mengna is a person who values her dignity; she pouted and said, "Gao Liang, your English is excellent!" Hearing Dai Mengna's praise, Gao Liang felt a little flattered. But then he realized something was off—during the entire interview, the female journalist had been speaking exclusively in English, and Gao Liang could only hear a stream of incomprehensible words, his scalp tingling with anxiety. He quickly looked at Dai Mengna with a pleading expression, asking her to translate, but Dai Mengna completely ignored him, only smiling warmly at the journalist and saying, "My boyfriend speaks English very well—please do a thorough interview with him!" Upon hearing this, the bearded male journalist also became interested and joined the interview. At the same time, a large group of reporters surged forward, surrounding Hualiang so tightly that there was no room to move, asking him a variety of questions. Hualiang stood there like a fool, completely at a loss, while Daimona quietly slipped to the side, smiling to herself. The awkward situation left Hualiang deeply regretful—he now realized just how crucial it was to master English in the United States. At this moment, he couldn’t blame Daimona for not stepping in, even if she did help, would she be able to assist in the same way next time? No, he had to make up his mind to truly improve his English, or else he wouldn’t be able to survive in America. Yet the situation unfolded with remarkable drama: just as Hualiang was about to give up and cry out in despair, Daimona stepped forward. With fluent English, she addressed all the reporters with confidence and ease. The reporters’ expressions shifted from furrowed brows to delight, then excitement, and finally to enthusiastic nods, loudly praising the motionless Hualiang: “Hualiang! The Chinese Dragon! Truly remarkable!” Hearing the acclaim from the reporters and the crowd, Hualiang was left stunned. Only seeing the beautiful and graceful Dai Mengna talking effortlessly and naturally to the journalists, it was clear she was a true star. Her manner was so natural and refined—so much so that she clearly wasn't just any foreign beauty. The very presence of such a talented and charming woman made the speaker feel genuinely delighted. Dai Mengna's English was impeccable, her voice soft and melodious, deeply captivating to everyone in the room. At that moment, a reporter from KPIX Television enthusiastically applauded the viewership monitoring system, as the highlight of the event—Dai Mengna's appearance—had significantly boosted viewership. All eyes were on this beautiful international star and her cross-cultural romance with a Chinese man from the East—an extraordinary story indeed. Finally, the most exciting moment arrived: the uphill race between Gao Liang and his colleague Mike began. "Mike! You'll definitely win!" Julie kissed Mike on the neck. "Gao Liang!" You're the most promising—one just needs to bring out your potential! Won't you? For you, and for me?" Dana's gentle and warm demeanor deeply moved Gao Liang. Mike and Gao Liang were close friends who supported each other professionally, but on this highly anticipated race, they had become rivals. "Start of the race!" A tall, golden-haired American girl held two banners and, under the referee's whistle, arced them gracefully through the air. Mike's American Ford and Gao Liang's Shenlong King vehicles glided like ribbons down the steep incline. "Go! Go!" The crowd roared with applause and cheers that surged continuously. Gao Liang looked around in amazement—good heavens! The venue had become packed with people; it had transformed into a massive racing ground. Dana watched the two cars navigating the slope at over 50 degrees, her heart racing. "Mike! Go! We're rooting for you!" "A young American boy shouted excitedly. Daina looked over and gasped—oh no, the highlight had been left far behind by Mike! Not only had he pulled away, but from a distance, Daina could see that Highlight's hands and feet were moving in a frantic, disorganized way. 'Oh! He must have forgotten how to shift gears or adjust speed!' she thought. Looking at Mike, his bike was now leading steadily, and his riding was so smooth and confident that both experts and newcomers could easily tell. 'My Mike has won!' Julie laughed proudly beside Daina. Just as Daina was deeply worried, a girl suddenly cheered, 'Highlight! Highlight! Hurry! Hurry! Oh my goodness! He's caught up!' Daina looked and saw that Highlight's bike had somehow picked up speed, only to find that, just as he reached Mike, Mike had accelerated again, and in a moment, he was once more far behind. The atmosphere on the field had reached a boiling point. Journalists were bustling around the stadium, but Daimeng was deeply dissatisfied. She knew there was a world of difference between them—one a seasoned race driver with multiple awards, the other a newcomer with a brand-new car. Without even looking, the outcome was clear. Dai Mengna stood on the platform, waving her flags vigorously toward the higher slope where Gao Liang was racing, and shouted through the megaphone: "Gao Liang! Go on! Gao Liang! You're the best! Gao Liang! I have full confidence in you!" Thinking this, she stepped down from the platform when people weren't paying attention, simply wishing to escape this brightly lit stage where she feared Julie would say her choice had been wrong. As she turned to back away from the crowd, a sudden burst of exclamations erupted throughout the venue—everyone was shouting: "Formula 1! Formula 1! Formula 1! It's happening in real life! With real people and real cars! What a spectacular performance!" "Oh! Thank goodness I've witnessed a miracle! Gao Liang! Amazing! Truly amazing! He's achieved the impossible!" Dai Mengna turned in surprise, and in the final three seconds of the countdown, she saw the miracle—the very signature move from Formula 1! It had unfolded on Gao Liang's body. Oh, my wonderful husband! You're truly outstanding! You've once again created a myth that no one could believe! With a dazzling finish in the final three seconds, securing the victory with his signature racing move, the game was broadcast live across the United States on KPIX-TV, instantly sparking enthusiastic responses from viewers who cheered loudly in front of the television.