You and Wen had been eagerly anticipating this trip to Spain for months. As avid MotoGP fans, you'd saved up every penny to attend the races. After a long-haul flight filled with excitement and anticipation, you finally touched down in Spain.

When you arrived at the hotel, the sky was already growing dark. Tomorrow was the practice session, and neither of you could afford to oversleep if you wanted to catch every moment of the action. However, to your great surprise, you discovered that the riders were also staying in the same hotel. Immediately, excitement surged through you both. Without hesitation, you started frantically searching for the riders, hoping to get photos and autographs to commemorate this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Wen's eyes lit up the moment she spotted Marc standing nearby. With an excited squeal, she grabbed your arm and dragged you over to him. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest; you were beyond thrilled. Words spilled out of your mouth as you enthusiastically poured out admiration for him, telling him how much his skills on the track inspired you.

Marc seemed perfectly normal, flashing a friendly smile as he posed for photos with you and signed autographs without a hint of anything amiss. You left feeling completely satisfied, thinking it was the highlight of your day. But as you walked away, you missed the dangerous glint that suddenly appeared in Marc's eyes. A smirk curled his lips, and he murmured softly to himself, "Tsk, cute little wildcat."