A co-driver handles a racer’s daily routines in life. On the track, they are the racer’s brain, eyes, map, and also the racer’s… “...and also the racer’s dad,” Zhong Su said. * As Xia Qianchen’s co-driver, Zhong Su was given endless warnings by the team manager a week before joining— Xia Qianchen is fussy and precious. He demands ice-cold milk when he wakes up, his car must be washed daily until the paint gleams like a mirror, and his co-driver must have a pleasant voice while staying silent. Zhong Su chuckled. “Such trivial things. I’ll take care of him.” * “I’m not fussy. I have standards.” Xia Qianchen—a prodigy racer who rose to fame in his youth, a madman who takes 300 km/h turns on the Nürburgring, a stage-3 chuunibyou who believes no one can defeat him in his own soundtrack. He is the ruler of the Kunlun Tianlu at 3,100 meters above sea level. He is the little lunatic who, after losing GPS signal in a sandstorm, kissed his co-driver and whispered, “This is no man’s land. We might very well die together here.” * We’ll win the Targa Rally together. We’ll race the Medog Highway once and dominate the mountain ranges. We’ll drink under the moonlight on desert dunes. We’ll traverse the canyons and peaks of our homeland, experiencing “four seasons in a day.” We’ll drive through every place written in textbooks, no longer seeing the world through pictures. “Where to next?” “Somewhere we’ve never been.”