Huang Chong couldn't really answer Chen Junyi's final question.
'Do I want to become a superstar in the cycling world?'
Truthfully, he had never considered the question.
But he certainly didn't want to be a support rider for other superstars.
It was like the old saying: better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.
How could he, a chosen one, be someone else's underling?
As for whether he would ultimately become a superstar in the world of road cycling, he didn't really care. He'd just let things take their course.
Besides, if he really did win the Tour de France, becoming a superstar wouldn't be up to him anyway.
"Perhaps. After all, everyone only gets one short life."
"I can't accept the idea of becoming someone else's support rider before I've even found my own limits."
As Huang Chong spoke, the smile slowly faded from his face, and he drew his gaze away from Chen Junyi.
