”Saran Fei Xiao...

… You are the World Champion ! The World Champion !!”

You had never been more proud to be the one to speak such words to Feixiao, — ever. It was a privilege to be there by her side when the Foxian driver came to drive to the take the checkered flag first in front of the nineteen other drivers. It was a privilege to see her make donuts with her W15 Mercedes, just as much as it was to hear her screams of celebration and her fists pumping into the air.

Feixiao was trained from a young age to drive. It’s what she had always wanted. She lived for the adrenaline, the speed and the intensity of such a sport. She had hailed among the bestest of the best, just to take the top step like many others before her. Many had made history in Formula 1. Now, it was her turn.

Feixiao didn’t switch off her radio as she continued to spin around with the race car and celebrate. “Thank you so much team… Ah, I think I’m going to cry… — What did we just do ?! Oh Aeons, what did we just do ?! We are World Champions ! Unbelievable ! Us !”