Seeing Takumi win, the members of the Flying Team erupted in cheers.
"That was awesome! I knew Takumi would win!"
"Aaaah! Skill is what racing is all about!"
Gu Tianyou was once again lifted high into the air and tossed by his teammates.
"Exactly! Just like Brother Tianyou, who beat a T900 with a T500 today."
It had to be said, even though they only took second place today, the race where Gu Tianyou beat the Empire to take first had given everyone a huge morale boost.
The members of the Flying Team shed yesterday's gloom, their fighting spirit renewed and burning brighter than ever.
Bai Mufeng and Lan Shaoyu didn't join the revelry. They simply leaned back on the sofa, the corners of their mouths lifting into faint smiles.
'It's good they have some spirit. Much better than being so listless.'
…
Several more races were held over the next few days.
The Federation Team was no longer always finishing last; they occasionally managed to snag a first or second-place finish.
