The 190-pound grumbling monster anxiously rubbed his hands together: "Sister Xin, Brother Hu is really not soone to ss with, he’s genuinely a man of society. I heard he has a bunch of henchn at ho..."
Qin Xin said nothing, hands in pockets, lazily walking forward.
Huo Zhen silently followed, his face twitching more violently, fists clenched tightly.
Yao Dazhuang was overjoyed: "Brother Hu, are we heading to the playground to fight?"
Yu Xiaochun: "Oh my, you guys must be amazing when you fight, I don’t even dare to watch... Brother Hu, you might as well dunk that ugly head into the slop bucket once..."
Yao Dazhuang: "I think that’s a plan, that ugly thing deserves a lesson, or she’ll think she can swagger around the dical College!"
Yu Xiaochun: "Exactly. Only Brother Hu and God Ao deserve to swagger around the dical College, who does she think she is?"
The two were singing in harmony.
Hu Yi turned back displeased: "I’m not a crab, why would I swagger!"
Everyone: "..."
Hu Yi seriously said: "I’m going to show her what professional racing is all about! Make her yield heart and mouth."
Then added: "It’s not right to hit a girl; we’ll win her over with virtue."
Everyone: "..."
Sothing seed off with this narrative.
On the playground.
Everyone was dumbfounded, watching Hu Yi driving his flashy gold new car, circling the playground, showing off his driving skills.
Super fast speed.
Perfect turns.
Beautiful!
So cool!
Turns out racing is like this, way cooler than the static racing pictures they see in news reports — you could really feel a rush of excitent coming right at you.
Hu Yi executed a stylish ergency brake, stopping back at the starting line,
Opened the car door, with one hand leaning on the door, striking a rather flamboyant pose: "So, how’s my skill, impressed yet?"
This remark, of course, was directed at Qin Xin.
Everyone cheered enthusiastically, clapping hard: "Handso! Brother Hu is so handso!"
However.
Qin Xin sneered, offering a two-word review: "Weak chicken."
Hu Yi took a deep breath, his eyes almost popping out.
His first ti in life being called a weak chicken by a girl!
He defended: "Do you understand racing, do you understand how difficult my drifting technique in that turn just was?"
"What’s so hard about turning on this lawn," Qin Xin said indifferently.
The dismissive tone thoroughly provoked Hu Yi’s pride and competitive spirit: "Do you an to go on a professional track..."
Qin Xin interrupted coldly: "If you’ve got the skill, drift on Ice Lake."
Hu Yi froze: "Ice..."
Lake?
How could it be possible!
How can you drive on ice?
This is ridiculous.
Qin Xin: "Can’t handle it?"
Hu Yi insisted: "A man doesn’t say he can’t!"
He got back into the car again, gritting his teeth, heading towards Ice Lake.
Everyone hurried to catch up.
In the freezing Imperial City winter, the ice was thick.
The tires just drove onto the ice layer, slipping on the spot, no matter how much gas he pumped, he couldn’t go more than a few ters, and this was with his car modified with anti-skid belts!
If it were a regular sedan, it wouldn’t even go up!
Hu Yi turned the steering wheel, rolled down the window, shouted: "Hey, no car can drive on the ice..."
Before he finished.
Behind him, a roaring engine sound!
An ordinary-looking, couldn’t-be-more-ordinary, Volkswagen brand sedan, estimated to be worth only several thousand dollars, suddenly charged up onto the ice layer from behind him.
Then, on the vast Ice Lake, sped like it was a flat road!
One circle!
Two circles!
Three circles!
Successive elegant drifting moves!
What was just an ordinary Volkswagen sedan was forced into the style of a glamorous top-level race car!
At this mont, it even made people forget that this was on ice.
On ice, where cars almost couldn’t move!
Everyone just felt an unprecedented rush of excitent, supercharged, super cool, super impressive A-level!
Hu Yi stared at the miraculous car, pupils constricted, eyes gradually filled with boundless passion: "This, this skill is... this is..."
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