PITBABE - ENGLISH [END]

Chapter 11 (Part 2/2)

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Crazy!!!

Compete with P'Babe!

"Uh— Phi," Charlie hesitated as if he wanted to say something to Alan. Of course, he didn't think it made sense to test a rookie like him against a king like Babe. No way, he was still very much a beginner. "I think this—"

"I'll check my car." Babe interrupted first with a tone of voice and expression so subtle that Charlie was taken aback. "Check your car again, Charlie."

"Then check it out. Once that's done, we can start." Alan nodded. Babe just nodded lightly and walked to the line with Way immediately following behind him, knowing his assignment. Charlie was left behind among the other professional racers who looked at him in surprise and amusement when they saw the new racer was in a state like a chicken ready to be slaughtered.

It looked like this exam wasn't going to be easy.

"P'Babe..."

"Stop being so annoying, Charlie," Babe scolded Charlie several times. This boy groaned from the time he was told to change into his racing uniform until he walked on the track. The frightened child still wouldn't stop crying. "Who said he wanted to join the team?"

"But I didn't know Phi Alan would ask me to compete with you," Charlie said with a very worried expression. He was also very surprised that Babe didn't think to protest the strange selection rules, even though at first Babe seemed as surprised as he was. "Is it easier to say no? No matter what, I have no way to defeat you."

"If you're going to die from this, don't be a racer." The young man froze when he heard Babe's voice, while he put on his gloves in such a calm manner that Charlie was afraid to say anything else, because he knew that when it came to racing, Babe always took things more seriously than anything else. "If you think you're going to lose, just tell Alan you're not going to compete. You don't need to stand around panicking like this."

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"I've trained you to drive a hundred times. I'm sure I've never taught you to care more about your opponents than yourself."

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"If you go onto the pitch and think you're going to lose, then don't, because it's a waste of time."

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"And I don't want to compete with losers either."

At the end of that sentence, Babe turned and looked at him steadily. He stared as if waiting for him to decide what to do. Was he going to compete with the thought that he would never win, or was he going to give up completely? Charlie felt that the final result wouldn't be much different, therefore, the only thing he could choose was the path of defeat.

"Okay."

"What does that mean?" Babe raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Let's get in the car. I want to finish the race quickly."

The answer was enough to make Babe satisfied. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he nodded lightly. At least Charlie didn't choose to act recklessly as he had feared.

"Okay, let's compete," Babe replied casually before he stepped closer to Charlie. His toes lifted slightly, then he placed a soft kiss on the boy's lips. He only held the touch for a few seconds. It was considered an award for outstanding students as well as encouragement for new racers.