"Xiaoxiao, this is yours." A staff member ran over and handed a small box to her.
Leng Ran handed the trophy to his assistant, took the small box with a red velvet ribbon, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid.
In the box, on a black velvet cushion, there is a golden trophy made of cardboard.
She smiled and took out the trophy, turned it over to her back, and saw the words "Beijing International Invitational Tournament...Champion" written in familiar fonts.
"Isn't this correct?"
Looking at the familiar font, Leng Ran chuckled.
I still remember the first time she participated in a competition when she was a child. She only got fourth place due to lack of experience.
Later, every time she participated in a competition, he would always give her such a paper trophy.
Noticing the note inside, Leng Ran raised his hand to take it and unfolded it.
"Xiaoxiao, when you see this note, I am already on the way to the airport. Congratulations on starting your professional racing career. I have always believed that you are a born driver. Come on!" Looking at the familiar face
Writing, Leng Ran took a breath and stretched out his palm to the assistant next to him, "Please lend me your mobile phone."
The other party gave her a mobile phone, and she immediately dialed Mo Fei's number.
On the phone, what sounded was a shutdown prompt.
Have you boarded the plane yet?!
"Xiao Xiao, reporters are here to take pictures, hurry up!"
In the distance, the manager called out. Leng Ran returned the phone to his companion and trotted over.
As Mo Fei expected, her victory was shared by enough people.
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Falcon Brigade Headquarters.
Staff members in crisp military uniforms walked through the corridor, came to the office door at the end, raised their palms and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
A lazy male voice came from inside the door.
The staff member opened the door and walked in, turned around and closed the door. Then he stood at attention in the direction of the desk and saluted.
"401 Legion, Captain Cheng Qing met with the leader."
"Pfft!" A chuckle came from the corner of the room, "Are you saluting the chair?"
Cheng Qing looked at the high-backed chair with its back to the table, then turned to look in the direction of the sound.
I saw a tall figure lying lazily on the open window beside the window, leaving only his back.
The man was wearing a military T-shirt with obvious wrinkles on his back, camouflage military pants on his legs, and black military boots with obvious mud stains.
Looking at that figure, Cheng Qing was just startled.
The man lying on the window slowly straightened up and turned towards him.
It was a handsome and charming face, looking to be around thirty years old, with a pair of slightly narrowed eyes, dark and deep, wise and unpredictable.
Sharp as an eagle, cunning as a fox.
Cheng Qing looked at the other person up and down, a little unsure of the other person's identity, "You are..."
"Leng Zirui." Leng Zirui gently touched the corners of his lips, "It's true!"
Cheng Qing was shocked. He had heard before how handsome and young the general was... When he saw him in person, he was still stunned.
If he hadn't known it in advance, who would have dared to believe that the man in front of him was already a general with more than 20 years of military experience. The man in front of him looked like... a young man.
