And now he has:

a wanted poster in three cities

a crush on his rival (oops)

and Mei, who is halfway through building a rocket launcher out of stolen parts and spite

“So what you’re saying,” Mei says, holding back laughter, “is that you’re writing anonymous love letters to your rival and racing under a fake name while also pretending to hate him to his face?” MK just groans. “I never said it was a good plan.”

(Or three emotionally stunted idiots crash headfirst into fate, found family, and feelings they absolutely weren’t ready for.)