NovelXXXChapter 652 Wade was a little taken aback by all the attention, almost as if he couldn't believe his luck. He glanced at his little sister and couldn't help but smile, feeling like a champion who'd just won a hard-fought battle.
Just then, Curry flung an arm around Wade's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. "Con, Wade, spill it-how on earth did you manage to run the whole course today? That's not like you!" "Yeah, tell us! We want to know too!" Curry's words instantly drew everyone's attention. All eyes zeroed in on Wade, eager for his answer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWade broke into a smile, his eyes lighting up as he looked over at his sister. "Honestly, if it weren't for Citrine, I never would've finished the race so smoothly today." The night before the race, Wade had tossed and turned restlessly in bed. Unable to sleep, he finally got up and wandered into the backyard to get sair.
As luck would have it, he bumped into Citrine, who had just finished a phone call out there.
They nearly ran into each other. Citrine was visibly surprised to see him. "Wade, you've got a big race tomorrow. Why aren't you in bed?" Wade hesitated, looking a little embarrassed. "I... I just can't sleep." "Is it because of the race?" Citrine asked quietly.
He nodded, not trying to hide it. The truth was, he'd only run the Skysunder Ridge track a handful of times and barely knew its twists and turns. Jonah, meanwhile, had clearly picked this course for a reason—he was out to win.
Even as Wade tried to sleep, Monica and the others' warnings from earlier in the day kept echoing in his ears, making him even more uneasy.
He started to doubt himself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine didn't say anything right away. She paused, then offered a calm, clear-headed analysis. "If Jonah chose to race you at Skysunder Ridge, it means he's confident. He'll finish the race tomorrow-and probably with a good time." Hearing this, Wade's spirits sank even further. He lowered his head in silence. Citrine noticed his gloom and looked at him thoughtfully. "Wade, what's your dream?" He blinked in surprise, unsure where she was going with this. It took him a moment to answer. "To be a great racecar driver." She pressed on. "Then what do you think matters most to a great driver?" "Winning." Wade answered without hesitation.
Citrine shook her head. "No, that's not it." "Not winning? Then what is it?" Wade was genuinely puzzled.
She smiled and said, "The most important thing isn't winning. It's giving your all to finish every race safely, pushing yourself to improve with each one. What matters is the journey, not just the result.
She continued, "You're lucky just to do what you love. Sitting behind the wheel should be the happiest place in the world for you, right?"
Wade's eyes lit up. "Of course." Every the slid into the driver's seat, his heart would pound with excitement. That was when he felt truly alive.
Citrine thought for a moment, then gently reminded him, "Staying calm is the most basic under pressure is quality for a great driver. Tomorrow, we don't have to win-but we ve definitely can't give up or fall apart out there." è
She went on, "So promise me, Wade-give it your all tomorrow, but only as long as you stay safe. What matters most tois seeing you cross that finish line in one piece." Wade smiled, seriousness in his eyes. "I promise."
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