After the dinner with the Windward Team, Huang Chong's association with Wang Qiang and the others came to a close.
He went home and shared the news of joining the provincial team with his good friend, Dewey.
"What? You're joining the provincial team? This fast?"
After hearing the news, Dewey's first reaction wasn't how he did it, but how it happened so quickly.
After all, only a month had passed since Huang Chong had declared his ambition to become a Professional Cyclist. It had truly caught him off guard.
He had thought that no matter how fast Huang Chong progressed, it would take at least half a year, or even a year or two, of training before he'd have a shot at an amateur team. He never expected him to get straight into the provincial team.
"Old Huang, be honest with me. Back when we were riding together, were you holding back to spare my feelings? Otherwise, I just can't believe someone's cycling ability could improve this fast!"
