Urban Chapter: Kneeling on one knee, proposing in public.

May 20th, Paris, France.

The Grand Prix (GP), the most prestigious event in motorcycle road racing, hosted by the Fédération Internationale de Motocyclisme (FIM), was officially underway. It was broadcast live globally and commanded immense attention.

Qiao Zhen, wearing sunglasses and a mask, sat in the spectator stands, waving a small flag, her heart burning with anxiety. She kept reassuring herself: she had prayed for a good-luck charm, so Qin Yichi would surely be safe and sound! Beside her, the boys were equally nervous; Niu Yifeng was wiping sweat from his brow, his legs trembling.

For a moment, Qiao Zhen felt as if she had returned to that race four years ago. After fainting, she had dreamt of memories from her past life and, fearing that Qin Yichi had crashed, she woke up in a panic, clutching him and sobbing uncontrollably. Qin Yichi had taken his gold medal, placed it around her neck, and pinched her cheeks, coaxing her with doting tenderness: "There, there. The gold medal is yours. Don't cry, okay?"

Those beautiful memories surged into her heart, sweet as honey, gradually dissolving her current anxiety and worry.

At that moment, the race began. With a thunderous "bang" from the starter pistol, the roar of engines became deafening as countless motorcycles surged forward. The crowd was packed with foreigners cheering wildly for their respective idols. By the second half of the race, several riders had already crashed and were forced to retire, leaving the remaining competitors in a bitter struggle.

Unlike his usual style of pulling away from the pack from the very start, Qin Yichi adopted a restrained strategy, keeping his true brilliance hidden. Most of the audience's attention was focused on the highly famous riders, with the rivalry between the Spanish and Italian competitors being particularly fierce. Few foreigners seemed to notice Qin Yichi, the only Chinese participant.

Just as viewers around the world were placing bets on Spain, Italy, or the UK, the outcome took an unexpected turn: the Chinese rider pulled off a stunning upset.

A flash of red and black overtook two bikes in succession, crossing the finish line first. With an absolute lead of 4.732 seconds, he secured the world championship, bringing glory to his country. On the live broadcast screen appeared a young, unfamiliar Asian face.

For two seconds, the entire arena fell silent, then erupted into ear-splitting cheers!

[Holy cow! Brother Chi! You were actually serious, that was so cool!!!!!!]
[Incredible! Qin Yichi is the man of men, a man among men, absolutely legendary!!]
[I’m devastated. I bet on Italy. Oh my god, my money is gone... [Crying]]
[Help, help, my hands are shaking so hard as I type this. Our entire male dormitory is roaring with excitement.]
[I’m a 60-year-old woman who has spent 40 years gutting fish in the market. My heart had become cold as a knife, but seeing young brother Chi, I can't help but blush~]
[Chinese! Simply the best! [Fire]]

Qin Yichi had broken through the encirclement with an unexpected result, overturning everyone's perceptions and even defeating the idols he had admired for years. Under the golden sunlight, he took off his helmet and stood on the highest podium, the heavy gold medal around his neck, posing for photos with the silver and bronze medalists. When he hooked his lips into a confident smile, he looked full of spirit and vitality.

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Qin Yichi not only topped the trending charts on Weibo but also reached the number one spot in global trends; the international internet was in an instant frenzy. This was truly a moment for the history books!

In the stands, Qiao Zhen was so happy she felt like jumping; shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, bright as the spring sun. The boys beside her were moved to tears, hugging each other and spinning around, roaring madly as if they had mutated.

Suddenly, Niu Yifeng put down his phone, his expression shifting abruptly. "Qiao, Brother Chi wants me to take you to him. Follow me, quick!"

Qiao Zhen didn't have time to think. Seeing his tense and flustered expression, she assumed something had happened and hurried after him, her tone filled with worry. "What's wrong? Is he hurt?"

Niu Yifeng was uncharacteristically serious, his voice deep. "Yes, something happened. A major life event."

Qiao Zhen’s heart tightened, filled with trepidation. They walked smoothly indoors, where a crowd had gathered, surrounded by a large group of reporters. Niu Yifeng took off her mask and sunglasses, gently pushing her back, his tone excited. "Go on, go!"

"Huh?" Qiao Zhen looked at him, bewildered, a silent question mark hanging over her head. In a daze, as if sensing something, she looked up and ahead.

The crowd suddenly parted to create a path for her. Under the camera lenses and stage lights, the man was still wearing his red and black racing suit. Strands of hair hung over his forehead, his phoenix eyes deep and charming, both roguish and arrogant. He looked like a burning flame, overflowing with hormones, radiating an indescribable charisma—unrestrained, fanatical, and bold.

Qiao Zhen froze, her heart skipping a beat, then pounding so hard she felt it might jump out of her chest.

Qin Yichi walked toward her, holding a massive bouquet of red roses in one hand and a diamond ring box in the other, his lips curled into a slow, confident smile. In that instant, Qiao Zhen’s palms grew sweaty, and every second felt like it was playing in slow motion, stretching on forever. It felt just like a dream.

The dazzling lights and the shouting of the crowd gradually blurred, leaving only the man before her. Qin Yichi stopped in front of her, knelt on one knee, and stared intently at her, his voice low. "Qiao Zhen, will you marry me?"

He held out the ring, offering his heart. The diamond in the center was large, sparkling brilliantly, magnificent and radiant. As he spoke, Qiao Zhen’s eyes grew hot and blurred. She suddenly remembered when they were flying to Paris, Qin Yichi had casually shown her a video of a public proposal and asked if she liked that sort of thing.

Back then, she was still fighting jet lag, her eyelids heavy, and after watching the video, she had nodded and shaken her head at the same time. Qin Yichi had pulled her close, nuzzling her head affectionately. "It’s okay, if you don't like it, you don't like it."

Qiao Zhen had buried herself in his arms, murmuring, "If someone else did that to me, I wouldn't like it. It feels a bit like moral kidnapping. But—you are the exception. I would love it~"

Having said that, she didn't think much more about it and drifted off to sleep... It turned out that this entire proposal had been carefully planned; Qin Yichi had asked for her wishes in advance so he wouldn't pressure her in public. He was so thoughtful, so considerate, and so respectful of her.

A warm current flowed through Qiao Zhen’s chest. Her nose soured, and her eyes welled up. No wonder... no wonder he had told her to dress up nicely that morning. She was wearing full makeup and a delicate white short dress, her hair slightly curled and draped over her waist.

The area was already packed, with a large group of reporters excitedly focusing their cameras on the two, and even the competing racers had come over to watch. The excited gaze of the whole world was fixed on them. Many foreigners were cheering and shouting. Even though they hadn't understood Qin Yichi’s Chinese, the kneeling, the roses, and the diamond ring made it clear to anyone that this was a proposal!

Under the official broadcast lens, this scene appeared on television sets all over the world. Qiao Zhen’s shoulders trembled as she fought back tears, taking the roses and sobbing, "I do..."

The next second, Qin Yichi placed the diamond ring on her finger and bowed his head to kiss the back of her hand with reverence. The cheers of the crowd reached the heavens: "Ahhhhhhhh!"

The romantic proposal video instantly shocked the internet, and the whole world bore witness to their love:

[Holy cow! Brother Chi, you really are the god of pure love!!!]
[He truly loves Qiao so much, I'm dying!]
[Qin-Qiao CP fans, stand up! Where is the author? Come to the super-topic and produce content! I must see a motorcycle-play fanfic of them tonight! (Roaring)(Screaming)(Crawling in the dark)]
[Wuwuwu, so envious. This world really is just a giant web novel! [Crying]]
[May 20th, Paris, France, World Champion, kneeling on one knee to propose... Damn, every word is so romantic, it's perfect!]
[Mom, I believe in love again.]

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