Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again! Chapter 896: Is Your Idol God or the Little Ancestor?

It’s not ti yet?

What do you an?

Xi Zuzi replied to Bao Gucheng’s ssage, leaving the three girls who secretly saw the conversation baffled.

Is it saying that it’s not cold during the day, only at night? So Mr. Bo should wear more clothes?

Oh, let’s not think about it, the more I think, the more I feel lonely and cold— the three girls huddling around Xi Zuzi as they walked out, chatting about Bai He having registered for the F1 race.

According to Bai He, currently, the strongest racing teams in the world are from M Country.

It’s not that M Country’s motorsport is booming, nor that M Country people are naturally suited to car racing. The reason is simple: a few years ago, M Country spent a huge amount of money to hire a young talent from the Empire nad God.

God has helped M Country’s racing team win the Championship Cup five tis over the past few years!

There’s only one Championship Cup, and with it in M Country’s hands, the Empire can only sigh in vain.

It’s utterly infuriating.

"So, the key lies with that God? If not for his betrayal of the Empire to join M Country’s racing team, the Championship Cup should belong to our Empire, right?" Xi Rubao asked.

Bai He pursed her lips: "That’s not exactly right. After all, sports have no borders, and many athletes participate in cross-border competitions. God learned how to drive abroad initially, and joining a foreign racing team had his own reasons..."

Wu Qianman rested her chin: "So Sister Bai He, is that God really handso, are you his fan?"

Otherwise, given Bai He’s earlier dislike for those people from M Country, why would she speak up for soone working for them?

Bai He blushed and quickly glanced at Xi Zuzi: "Not really, G God is cool when driving, but my idol now is Little Ancestor!"

She was very into God back then, but that’s all in the past.

Also, God only made her fangirl in the racing realm, whereas Little Ancestor made her adore him entirely and wholeheartedly.

Xi Rubao chuckled: "Sister Bai He, you even called him G God, isn’t he your idol? Do you have a photo, show !"

Bai He awkwardly said: "I didn’t save any..."

Wu Qianman, with sharp eyes: "Sister Bai He, isn’t your phone’s screen saver a racing photo? Could that driver be God?"

Bai He covered her face: "..." These little ones sure have sharp eyes.

She quickly confessed to Xi Zuzi: "Little Ancestor, I forgot to change the screen saver. I’m really not into him now..."

Xi Zuzi glanced at it and smiled lightly: "Hmm."

Xi Rubao snatched the phone to take a proper look and exclaid loudly: "Sis, don’t believe Sister Bai He, look how artistic this photo is, the sun setting, the racing car bathed in a golden glow, the driver extending an arm... Tsk, this arm looks quite slender, could it be a frail pretty boy, Sister Bai He, your taste is off..."

Bai He blushed more, grabbed back the phone, and promptly deleted the screen saver: "G God trains a lot, he is quite thin, but not feeble, just slim, not tall either, after all, you can’t be too tall racing cars. Oh, please, please, let off, don’t bring him up again..."

"It’s not us bringing it up, you brought him up first."

"Alright, alright, it’s all my fault. Actually, I was just giving an example of why M Country’s racing team is so strong. With him competing, the Imperial Team basically has no hope, though I still focus on participating, hoping to contribute a few points to the Imperial Team’s score, even if we lose, it shouldn’t be by much..."

"Sister Bai He, your pre-race statent is so humble."

"Yeah, when it cos to what you love, people often have no choice but to beco humble..."