After dealing with the media, Feng Yun came back inside the van. She smiled when her gaze fell on Yang Dao, who was about to open the door and walk out of the bus. The media had not yet left and some people caught hold of Yang Dao.

Someone asked, "Young Master Feng, can we ask you some questions, please?"

Feng Yun frowned. She wanted to turn around and lash out at the media person because just now she had finished answering their questions and asked them to leave. But these guys had the guts to pester her Young Master? Her gaze turned cold but she felt a soft warm finger, poking her arm. Yang Dao glanced at her with a calm gaze as he blinked.

She understood that he wanted to do it so she nodded slightly. The lady turned to her side, letting Yang Dao pass. The boy smiled and walked out of the bus. Feng Yun also turned and held his shoulder. What she did was not only out of affection but also to support his staggering steps. She would not let him look weak in front of anyone.

Yang Dao smiled at the media and spoke, "Hello everyone, how can I help you?"

The same person who spoke earlier asked, "I know that you are tired, we apologize for disturbing your rest. But can you tell us what thought was there inside your mind from the starting of the race?"

Yang Dao nodded, with a smile, he said, "I just wanted to be ahead of the rest."

The answer was simple and straight. Usually media would not have liked such a response but they thought that the boy is just like his sister. Cold and Introvert. Another reporter asked, "So, what do you plan for the future? Would you like to join the bizz world like your sister or would you focus on sports?"

Yang Dao tilted his head to the side and asked, "Why can I not do both?"

The reporters were stunned. They immediately started to scribble to record his response. Some more questions were asked and they were all responded to. In the end, Feng Yun spoke in her cold voice, "I thank you friends from the media. I really like how you all present things to the world without manipulating them. I will invite you all for a meal to thank you for the hard work after you are done publishing the article."

The words may sound like an invitation but they carried a cold threat within them. The threat was 'DO NOT MANIPULATE WHAT MY BROTHER SAID OR, I WILL HAVE YOU ALL ON A PLATTER.'

The reporters all nodded and left. Even without Feng Yun's 'kind words' they dared not do anything. Their have been cases when some reporters tried to act out and accused The phoenix group for some immoral things. Feng Yun proved the innocence of the company and then she made the whole media company go bankrupt. The reporter would be sent to prison for the shady things he did in the past.

So after this thing happened for a few times the media became very cautious in dealing with The Phoenix group. Just now Feng Yun's words reminded them of how some firms got bashed and their ones escaped by the skin of their teeth. They all scattered away in a hurry.

After the reporters left, Feng Yun asked in a warm voice, "Young Master, are you okay? Should we go home?"

Yang Dao nodded, "I am fine, but I can use a nap. Also, sister Yun, can I lean on to you a bit? You see my legs are numb. Probably I used them a bit too much." during the entire race. He did not preserve his strength for even a second and was constantly ruching forward. Thus the numb legs. Feng Yun nodded and let him lean on.

Thomas and the others came out of the bus and said, "Dao, you need to got up on the stage to get your prize."

Yang Dao nodded, then they all walked up to the prize ceremony. Feng Yun secretly passed on some of her elemental source energy in his body. The boy only felt a warm current washing over him, reducing the numbness in his legs and relieving his exhaustion. He raised his head and gazed at the beautiful girl who was supporting him with a smile on her face.

Yang Dao felt warm in his heart. Soon, they reached the podium. The host invited them from the thrid position to the first. Yang Dao climbed the stairs and the people started to chant his name.

DAO! DAO! DAO! DAO!

Yang Dao bowed to them slightly to express his thank to them. The host asked, "Would you like to say some words to the people? Inspire them to chase their dreams?"

Yang Dao thought for a bit and took over the mic from the host and said, "Thank you everyone for supporting me. I really appreciate that. As for inspiration. How about I share a poem with you all?"

YAY!

The crowd burst with cheers. After all the person who won their hearts wanted to share a poem with them. How can they not feel excited?

Yang Dao took a deep breath and then he said in a soft voice,

"Crispy winds brushing my face.

Life is a struggle, they said.

I wanna ask the world, if its alright.

I don't wanna run, I will take a flight.

Crispy winds will carry me.

Life is a struggle, but I am free.

I wanna tell the world, that it's okay.

Just walk the way you want, and make your way.

It is all very nice, up in the sky.

Make your dreams your wings, take off and fly.

No need to run, no need to hide.

There is a lot of space in endless sky."

The crowd fell silent, they did not expect the guy to say such words. It was unknown who clapped first but, the whole crowd started to clap some reporters who stayed behind to get some pictures also recorded this. Amidst the applause, the host invited Ayaka Gust over the podium. She was asked to present the awards as she was one of the top names in the cycling world.

Yang Dao accepted a golden colored cup and a bouquet. After a few pictures the boy went down the stage. He handed both the bouquet and the cup to Feng Yun and said, "This is my gift to you sister Yun."

The lady smiled at him as she took the two things from him and said, "I like it very much, Young Master, thank you."