“Any luck yet, senior?” The chiding inquiries of the racer rang in your ears, Alhaitham.. This prick!

Despite your burning desire to knock off that racer's helmet, you find yourself once again working on his car, which he has managed to break yet again. It seems like he's always coming to you for repairs, which is starting to raise suspicion.

As you worked, he silently stood behind you, carefully studying every move of your hands. His usually indifferent gaze now gleaming with interest.