Huang Chong had spent days cycling through Belgium's Wallonne Region, memorizing the final circuit of the Flèche Wallonne until he knew it inside and out. So naturally, he wasn't surprised by the result.
As a reincarnator, he had watched live broadcasts of all these races in his previous life. Although he couldn't remember who won each race, it was hard for him to feel the same sense of incredulity as when he first watched them live.
Instead, there was only a faint sense of dawning realization, a quiet 'Oh, so he's the one who won this race.'
But since he hadn't even participated, he couldn't be bothered to care too much. Instead, he focused all his attention on his daily training.
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On April 17th, the Flèche Wallonne officially began.
A recent cold snap had hit the Ardennes Region, and the weather today was especially foul. Vast, dark clouds hung low over the slightly dilapidated industrial city of Charleroi, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the race.
