Why is Xihe definitely going to lose today?
The fans from A Continent didn’t understand.
The head coach of A Continent sneered and unraveled the mystery with a professional analysis:
"She arrived too late."
"Today’s track is a standard 58-lap circuit, and generally, it takes about 2 minutes to complete each lap."
"Just now, Zhou Yu only ran 5 laps before sothing happened. Given the ti delay in changing players, other racers have already run about 10 laps."
"According to the competition rules, when a new player enters, they have to start from the beginning, aning Xihe is already 10 laps behind right from the start. A 10-lap gap—no god of racing could possibly catch up with such a deficit."
With this analysis, the fans from A Continent suddenly understood.
They imdiately waved their small flags vigorously to cheer for their player, Charlie.
And just as Charlie finished his 10th lap passing the grandstand, he stylishly blew a kiss towards his fans, provoking waves of screams.
Qin Wenrou, standing among the staff in the spectator area, couldn’t understand the A Continent language and had to ask a translator to understand the predicant faced by the Imperial Team.
For so reason, after hearing it, she felt sowhat relieved.
After all, if Zhou Yu wouldn’t arrogantly refuse to sign her autograph, losing would serve him right; on the other hand, if A Continent won, getting Charlie’s autograph would be even more valuable, right?
She wasn’t a fan of the Imperial Team, so it didn’t matter to her who won the championship.
If she could speak the A Continent language at this mont, she would be shouting for Charlie to keep it up.
Wait a second, that person taking Zhou Yu’s place, why does that figure look a bit familiar?
It’s...
For a mont, two faces appeared simultaneously in her mind.
Qin Xin’s.
Lan Qingxin’s.
A cold sweat broke out on her back.
How could she think of two completely unrelated people?
The racer’s helt covered Qin Xin’s forehead and most of her face, making it impossible to see if there was a birthmark; plus, the distance was too far to clearly see Qin Xin’s features.
But she knew that Qin Xin didn’t know how to drive, as her family always hired drivers.
So... could this person be the so-called ugly Lan Qingxin??
Qin Wenrou recalled seeing Lan Qingxin and her Class 2 classmates entering the track so arrogantly and sitting in such a front-row seat, which made her more convinced that this was indeed Lan Qingxin.
Moreover, Hu Yi had ntioned that Lan Qingxin knew how to drive on ice, and it was initially why Hu Yi went to cause trouble, only to beco a small-ti follower and fan of Lan Qingxin, abandoning her, the rightful goddess.
But no matter what, the fact that Lan Qingxin had the capability to take Zhou Yu’s place was definitely overturning Qin Wenrou’s perception.
It made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles and wished that the Imperial Team would lose in the next second.
What imperial honor, what national sentint, could compare to her own comfort?
Lose, lose, lose! They must lose!
At this mont, there were indeed quite a few people hoping for Qin Xin to lose.
Fans from A Continent, the coach, Jun Ruyi, Qin Wenrou... they were all waiting to see her lose the race.
But she wasn’t affected by any outside information at all. She was already seated in car number 99, skillfully checking all the equipnt she hadn’t operated in a while.
As the engine started, car number 99 shot out like lightning into the stream of cars on the track.
The dazzling purple was driven by her, flying around, instantly overshadowing the bright reds and greens wherever she passed, capturing the entire crowd’s attention with this purple lightning.
Charlie, the top seed from A Continent who had just completed 10 laps, was also shocked by this purple lightning: "Fuck, a woman!"
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