The party entered the hangar in turn and Ranran saw a shadowy figure not far ahead. She couldn't make out what it was because the light was too dim.

"Let's just go and have a look," Said William.

The empty corridor echoed with their footsteps. In a minute or two they were in front of the shadowy figure. Then, by the light of the flashlight they had pulled out of the backpack, they could see that it was an airplane. William moved the light closer to the shadow and watched her closely. Her figure was so graceful, all smooth curves. The design was clearly in pursuit of extreme speed. And if that wasn't enough, the powerful heart under the hood was proof of that. With 2,300 horsepower powering a four-blade co-axial counter rotating propeller, she weighed just three tons and could easily reach speeds of 700 km/h. Every time the roar of the engine filled the sky, a red bolt of lightning could be seen tearing through the sky toward the finish line. The lightning bolt was her, Rebecca, an avid fan of speed and a born champion. Unfortunately, she had not yet won a gold medal in the main draw.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, William learned that the fragments were Rebecca's design. Then he began to ask about Rebecca.

"I wonder why you look so depressed." He asked, "What's on your mind?"

Rebecca sighed, and said,

"My dream that is still unrealized."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

So Rebecca began to pour out what she had been hiding for a long time,

"I was born in a small town, Claude, about thirty kilometers from here. There is a famous manufacturer of aircraft. Its name is Sobervis. I come from one if its factories. I was born to be a racing plane, and how my performance was then -- not far from how it is now -- really blew people away. So, after the test flight, one of the engineers came to me and said,

" 'Why don't you try the endurance race? I'm sure you'll become an excellent champion. Come on!'

"As for the endurance race, let me introduce. Its full name is the Robertson 100-hour round-the-planet flying endurance championship, and the rules are simple: you just need to fly the most miles in the time required to win. This annual event has been running for more than 20 years, and it was only three years ago when I was suggested to take part.

"So I started going through specific training. Not bad! I was the fastest kid in town. I grew to like being called, and still like, 'future champion' 'son of wind' and all that sort of stuff.

"But at the last tryout that was two years ago, I almost didn't qualify. It was then that I realized how strong my opponents were. They're the real performance monsters, and I'm just a rookie. I didn't think I was fit for such an intense race, so I gave up the chance to race, came here disappointed and locked myself up.

"But it didn't seem to make me feel much better. Instead, I was bored out of my mind, so I screamed crazily. Sometimes I dreamed of winning an endurance race and then woke up with a start, disappointed to find that it was all just a dream.

"I'm going mad, William, really, really mad. I have been less and less like the original hot-blooded, courageous me. I'm really scared of depression, so I've been going out every now and then in the hope that someone will come and help me.

"It is fortunate that I met you!" Rebecca began to sob, "So please help me! Please don't let a dreamer stop in her tracks, OK? Would you please help me get the first gold medal in my life? This is my mission and significance as a racing plane! I'd be happy even if just once, OK? Please, will you?"

Hearing this, William was silent first. After a moment he nodded sympathetically and said,

"OK. But I have a question for you. After you answer, I will analyze it for you, so you will understand why I designed this question."

"Go ahead please."

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"There is a high mountain thousands of meters high. At the foot of the mountain are three men, A, B and C. Each of them said a few words.

"A said, 'I can't reach the top.'

"B said, 'With my ability, I can reach the top.'

"C said, 'I will reach the top and I will try my best.'

"Here's the question: Who do you think will reach the top?"

Without hesitation, Rebecca replied, "It's C."

"Yes and no." Said William at once, "At the moment C is the most likely to succeed, but in reality neither of them will make it to the top. I'll add the last condition, and you'll see.

"Then D came and said, 'I will reach the top, but I will not use brute force, but choose a reasonable way to climb.' Now do you know who's going to reach the top?"

"Oh, I see! It is D, because," Rebecca said before William could ask her the reason, "because neither A nor B have firm confidence, C has confidence of success, while D has confidence of success, correct method, and definite power."

"Clever!" William clapped his hands, "Now, we're going to analyze you. You are a person like C, with a strong sense of confidence. Otherwise, you would have been eliminated from the first few tryouts. The problem is that your performance is not good enough yet you blame it on that your opponents' performances are too good, which is obviously not the right approach. So you're not going to win."

Natalie the racing car nodded. "Master's got a point, Ms Rebecca. Even God can't help you if you're not willing to win!"

"Yes, I regret now that I wasted the two years. If I had only realized that a second earlier, I wouldn't be where I am now!"

"So, don't be sad anymore, because you can't imagine what your opponents are doing. Maybe they are training now, aren't they? So we can't put it off any more. You need to change it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you miss this year's race, your first gold medal will only come in 365 days! Go for your dream!"

"A year on this planet is 200 days long." Rebecca corrected Natalie, "And this year's race is still a month away. Besides, the two years of house arrest was a good thing, because it gave me plenty of time to think about the tryouts. I remember winning almost all the tryouts as well as seeing a lot of excellent new competitors doing really well at the tryouts, so I changed my mind. Before, I only pursued for trophy after trophy, yet I now think that what really makes me happy is not the first place but that thrilling feeling. What's more, the old players should leave room for the new ones, because that's how the race is going to be alive. So," She deliberately paused, which drew everyone's attention beyond doubt.

"So what?" Ranran asked.

"So I have decided that this year's main draw will be both my first and my last!" Said Rebecca excitedly.

"Wow, it looks like this race has become even more special! Still, I wonder why you call yourself an old player. You haven't played in a main draw yet, have you?" Asked William in surprise.

"No, but in fact, a lot of people, myself included, think I'm an old player."

"Oh, so that's it! Then we must do our best to help you win the championship! I'd like to know where the nearest refitting factory is."

When Ranran tried to use the computer to check the location, Rebecca blurted out, "I know one in Claude, too. The owner is Robert Woodford, nephew of the race's founder. His service is excellent and his prices are reasonable. And most importantly, it works! I once heard that one of the town's racing planes went there for a small upgrade, and its performance immediately jumped! So I highly recommend you take me there, because it's not only the most cost efficient, but also the most time efficient option!"

"OK, your advice has been taken!" William said as he took the computer from Ranran. He figured out the location of the town.

"It's wonderful! Look, we can take this road and get past two checkpoints." Said Photon, who was standing by, pointing to the computer screen. William checked it out and said to Rebecca, "You go get ready, and we'll start right away."

Rebecca turned and went deeper into the tunnel. While Rebecca was away, the others quickly discussed the danger William had just encountered.

"You must take care of yourself, Master," Photon urged William.

"I will." He said, his eyes still solid as stones, "I'm sure I can go back."

"Come on, William." Ranran said, "I'll always be there for you."

"So will we!" Photon and Natalie cried together.

"Thank you for supporting me." William bowed to them, "If it weren't for you, I'd be dead in this universe."

Just then Rebecca returned. Confused, she asked William, "Dead in this universe? Go back? Where are you going?"

"I have my own home," William said, "but I'll explain later. Now let's set out first."

Rebecca put the question aside for a moment and followed the others out of the tunnel to a road that winded away into the distance. The two mother stars which were about to plunge below the horizon cast their red light on the earth. The water vapor was very heavy and gradually fogged up. Already, in the twilight, they could see dimly into the distance. Behind the hills was the shadow of a bustling town. Several tall buildings with pointed roofs stood tall against the increasing number of lights.

The two mother stars had completely fallen. The weather became a little cold and there were snowflakes in the air. Soon, the ground was covered with a thick white blanket. William caught a snowflake in his hand. He found that when it melted, it turned into a small pool of clear water, and a red airplane was reflected in the water, just like Rebecca.

The figure spoke merely one sentence and vanished with the water,

"Go for your dream!"