It was Number 85!
Number 85 was overtaking Number 18!
Even if no one could believe it, facts were facts.
Number 85 blew past Number 18, instantly pulling ahead by over a hundred ters.
All around, it was quiet. The announcer, especially, had forgotten to narrate, his mouth hanging open.
Suddenly, a voice erupted from the audience, "AHHH! That’s my Anxi!!!"
It was Mother Bo.
Mother Bo was usually composed, but when Gu Anxi was involved, she threw all caution to the wind.
Following Mother Bo’s lead, Wang Keru also shot up, "Anxi! Anxi!"
Mother Bo, after her initial excitent, declared, "Call her Number 85!"
At that, the entire stadium erupted, madly chanting "Number 85!"
However, those who had bet on Gu Mingzhu looked green—
What? How is that possible?
Number 18 had faced Number 85 not just once or twice, and Number 18 had won every single ti. How could she be overtaken in just the second lap?
This is absolutely impossible!
Everyone held their breath, their expressions grim.
Especially Tang Yuan; for her, this was about much more than just money. She wanted to mold Gu Mingzhu into a national goddess, the benchmark for Beicheng’s socialite circles. This ti, she couldn’t afford any mistakes.
Even Tang Yuan, usually so composed, stood up in her nervousness, leaning on the railing and staring intently at the race below. From their vantage point, they had an excellent view of the entire track.
Beside Gu Yuanshan, Madam Gu Ning dabbed her eyes, then said languidly, "I truly didn’t expect soone like this to erge from a place like Qingcheng. But then again, it’s not surprising. Dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes... Big Brother, don’t you agree?"
Gu Yuanshan’s gaze was fixed on the track. He furrowed his brow. "Gu Ning, why are you talking so strangely today?"
"Am I?" Gu Ning chuckled lightly. "If you don’t understand, Big Brother, I wonder if Sister-in-law does!"
Tang Yuan was in no mood to bicker with Gu Ning. All her attention was riveted on the track, desperately hoping Gu Mingzhu could sohow turn the tables.
Just then, the announcer finally found his voice, though it was sowhat shaky after that blatant contradiction to his earlier calls. "Now on the track, we’re witnessing a stunning reversal! Our Number 85 has miraculously overtaken Number 18 on the curve, taking a temporary lead... Emphasis on *temporary* lead... We can still hold out hope for Number 18. After all, in their five previous matchups, Number 18 hadn’t lost to Number 85 even once."
Hearing this, Mother Bo in the stands fud, "This announcer must have bet on Gu Mingzhu!"
She’d hit the nail on the head.
Everyone who had bet on Gu Mingzhu was anxiously waiting for her to retake the lead, pinning all their hopes on the next curve...
Bo Xichen was one of the few who remained unperturbed. Using binoculars, he watched as his little one took another curve flawlessly: knee bent, body tilted, her vehicle scraping the ground at an unbelievable angle.
Fast and steady. Incredibly steady!
He smiled faintly and, turning to Father Bo, murmured, "Any regrets about not placing a larger bet?"
Father Bo smiled lightly. "The bet you placed swept up nearly eighty or ninety percent of the winnings, didn’t it? Whether I placed one or not wouldn’t have made much difference."
Bo Xichen smiled back.
Both father and son felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, watching their family’s treasure bring them glory. Of course, n were different from won; they would never scream wildly like Mother Bo and Wang Keru.
Unfortunately, Grandma Chen, having heard the Gu family was attending, had feigned a toothache and stayed ho.
anwhile, Gu Anxi negotiated another turn, leaving Gu Mingzhu a full half-lap behind and even lapping so of the slower racers.
This was only the third lap. It was terrifying!
The announcer was stamring, "Now, Number 85 is still in first place... Our Number 18 is accelerating, taking the curve... A beautiful move!"
After speaking, his lips moved again. A beautiful move, yes, but Number 85’s was even more spectacular! Number 18 is undoubtedly a top-tier racer in the country. But Number 85... she’s a god-tier racer! That maneuver just now would rank her among the best internationally!
The announcer sighed inwardly and continued his comntary. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
"HOLY COW!" His voice was filled with disbelief. "Are my eyes deceiving ? Number 85 has overtaken Number 18 on another curve! Does this an she’s *lapped* her?"
...
The entire venue fell silent.
Because this ti, Number 85 had overtaken from the outside, brushing past Number 18 yet again!
Such divine skill! No one had ever managed to overtake from the outside like that! The angle was inhuman!
The announcer’s lips trembled. "Our Number 85 has demonstrated her formidable control and speed. This is the most thrilling race I have ever witnessed in my life."
He quickly corrected himself, "No, this isn’t a race. This is Number 85’s solo performance!"
The announcer stood up. "Number 85! Let’s focus on our Number 85 as she once again displays her divine skills!"
"She’s taking another curve!"
"Oh, heavens, these dazzling maneuvers!"
"Number 85, her charm is simply overwhelming!!!"
In the announcer’s comntary, the other racers had ceased to exist; all focus was on Number 85.
At this point, the outco of the race was virtually sealed.
In the audience, Mother Bo and Wang Keru’s elation went without saying. Father Bo’s lips curved into a slight smile. Although he had to maintain his composure in public, he was imnsely pleased when his child excelled.
Bo Xichen remained silent, his gaze fixed on Gu Anxi.
Gu Changqing let out a long breath, then said to Gu Ning, "Aunt Gu Ning, it’s a good thing your bet didn’t go through."
Gu Ning was quite pleased. "Indeed! Otherwise, that money would have gone down the drain. Changqing, did you place a bet?"
Gu Changqing smiled. "I just made a small wager of 50 million."
Hearing this, Gu Ning replied, "Then you’ve lost money."
"I bet on Number 85," Gu Changqing said, still smiling. "I’ve always been optimistic about Number 85."
This ti, it was Madam Gu Ning’s turn to be stunned. "What did you say? You’ve always been optimistic about Number 85? Why?"
Tang Yuan, who had overheard, silently clenched her fists.
Gu Changqing smiled rather roguishly. "The young lady riding as Number 85 is quite pretty!"
Gu Ning stared at him for a long mont, then understood.
She said nothing, silently doing a quick calculation. Gu Changqing bet 50 million and probably netted over 300 million. I bet 70 million on Gu Mingzhu and 10 million on Number 85. With these odds, my winnings on Number 85 should cover Mingzhu’s loss and leave with a small profit of around ten million or so.
Gu Ning looked sympathetically at Tang Yuan, knowing Tang Yuan had poured 300 million into building up Gu Mingzhu’s montum, all of which was now down the drain.
While everyone was preoccupied with their calculations, the race on the track was drawing to a close.
With Number 85 leading the second-place Number 18 by two full laps, the outco was already beyond doubt.
On the final lap, as she passed by where Mother Bo and the others were seated, Gu Anxi suddenly started riding one-handed, making a heart gesture towards the stands.
The entire audience erupted into screams.
Mother Bo declared, "That heart was for !"
Wang Keru insisted, "It was for !"
Fans in the audience scread, "Number 85, my hubby, that heart was for !"
Bo Xichen stood up and waved in Gu Anxi’s direction.
Mother Bo: ...
Wang Keru: ...
Seeing Bo Xichen head down, they paused in surprise for a mont before rembering it was the final lap, and they quickly hurried after him.
At the finish line, Number 85, with a two-lap lead, crossed easily, clinching first place.
Strears, flowers... and her Little Uncle.
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