The manâs mind had gone blank as he stared at the computer screen in silence.
âWhat happened?â one of the organizers asked after a few seconds.
âDid you find it?â Lin Yan asked softly.
âYes... I found it...â
The man instinctively swallowed his saliva as he answered before he turned to Lin Yan.
Displayed on the computer screen was Yevaâs photo.
Her name and face were exactly the same as the girl sitting before him.
As a loyal fan of the Race Trackâs Grim Reaper Yeva, he knew how mysterious she was. She had never revealed her face. Only her apprentices knew who she was.
âReally?â
The organizers, who were surprised, rounded the table to look at the screen.
The man noticed them and unconsciously used his cup to block Lin Yanâs photo and the name Yeva.
The organizersâ eyes trailed to the screen.
âFirst level of the international competition. Chinese Name: Lin Yan.â
The organizers were shocked when they read the description. They immediately turned to face Lin Yan again.
âLin... Miss Lin, you really have a license...â None of them could believe it.
Lin Yan heaved a sigh of relief and nodded. âI stayed overseas for some time and I got the license out of convenience.â
âOut of convenience...â
They all looked stunned when they heard Lin Yan.
This girl possessed an international competition license. A first-level license.
International competitions, which were the most glorious competitions, were split into three levels.
The best team in the country had only managed to get into the third level of the international competition. Nevertheless, this was enough for them to flaunt and boast.
However, this girl had a first-level international competition license!
After confirming the authenticity of Lin Yanâs license, the man turned off his computer without hesitation. He stole a furtive glance at Lin Yan, his heart thumping.
What was going on? How could this be possible?
This girl was his idol!
The Race Trackâs Grim Reaper, Yeva...
One of the organizers glanced at Lin Yan, looking a little excited. âMiss Lin, did you participate in the first level as a navigator? Which racer did you work with?â
âI didnât.â Lin Yan denied this.
âYou didnât?â The organizer was dumbfounded.
âI didnât participate in the first level as a navigator,â explained Lin Yan.
She had always been a racer. She had simply gotten the navigatorâs license out of convenience. She had never actually been a navigator.
âThis...â
They glanced at each other as they wondered quietly. She had never participated in the international competition? Then, this license wasnât really worth much.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat about the second level of the international competition? Miss Lin, you must have worked with a racer before. Who was he?â the man pressed on.
âI didnât.â Lin Yan shrugged.
âWhat about the third level...â
âI didnât.â
The organizers were speechless...
âSo Miss Lin, you merely possess a navigatorâs license, but you have never been a navigator in an international competition? Is that right?â
âYeah, I have not.â Lin Yan nodded.
When they heard Lin Yan admitting this, their excitement turned into disappointment in a split second.