After all, the most professional racing car, she had never sat in.
Jiang Chengsi had already walked to the car, turned his head to look at her, "Do you want to accompany in the race?"
The man stood in the cold wind, his dark hair blowing wildly, with phoenix-like features, and a defiant smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Fourth Master?" Assistant Luo frowned, "Geng Dong is very strong."
In a competition between masters, it’s a matter of milliters, and this "Miss Xiao" getting into the car would increase the overall weight, introducing an uncertain factor.
"Get in." Jiang Chengsi completely ignored him.
"No, you go ahead and focus on the race." She knew very well that getting in the car might impose a certain burden on him.
Jiang Chengsi said nothing, just stared at her, as if refusing to race unless she got in. anwhile, Geng Dong was already honking, clearly impatient, so she could only brace herself and sit in the passenger seat.
"How confident are you that you can beat him?" She fastened her seatbelt and looked at the person beside her.
"Never raced before, no confidence."
"..." Her fingers stiffened.
This impulsive?
Jiang Chengsi didn’t sit up straight, his arm leaning on the steering wheel, he turned to look at her, his eyes always smiling, "You did pretty well just now, completely different from before."
She buckled her seatbelt and sat up straight, but Jiang Chengsi leaned over. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but the seatback blocked her, leaving her to confront him. Their eyes locked, a trace of panic flickered in her gaze.
"You’re really that afraid I’ll lose the race?"
She nodded stiffly.
Jiang Chengsi just smiled, "Don’t worry, I won’t lose."
"Just keep your eyes on ..."
"I will win."
...
She was montarily stunned, as the people outside went insane. Geng Dong was a top master in the Beijing circle, and you’re racing him with a girl riding shotgun?
And now, what are you doing? Can you focus a bit more?
Fourth Master, you’re getting audacious!
**
"Ready, everyone in position—" The voice from outside rang out, Jiang Chengsi then sat up straight. As the countdown from 3-2-1 began, he only then started the engine. The entire process was executed extrely swiftly.
As the flag was raised high and slowly lowered.
"Hold on tight."
Before the words were even finished, the car shot forward, leaving the cheers of the crowd behind in an instant, with even the wind outside seemingly unable to catch up with the car’s speed.
She instinctively reached out and grabbed the handle on the roof, her back pressed against the seat, the imnse sense of push making it nearly impossible to move.
As they rapidly veered around a bend, the world seed to spin, and the scenery outside the window turned into re streaks.
She instinctively held her breath:
So fast!
It was her first ti sitting in the passenger seat of a racing car, and she felt that she was about to be thrown out. Through the window, she saw Geng Dong’s car just behind them.
The distance was tense, not yielding an inch.
All around her were the low roars of the car’s engine, and she turned to look at the person beside her.
Jiang Chengsi’s expression was composed, only slightly squinting his eyes, staring straight ahead, with an entire aura that was completely different—slightly lazy and casual, yet dangerous and formidable.
Like a cheetah ready to pounce, the entire car’s atmosphere beca dangerously solemn.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Jiang Chengsi suddenly asked, as soone might feel physically unwell when a car reaches a certain speed.
"No!"
"Then hold on tight."
She pressed her lips and humd in response.
All the blood in her body seed to surge alongside him.
She believed that at this mont, their breaths and heartbeats were probably synced.
He deftly turned the steering wheel, pressing on the accelerator, the tires constantly screeching against the ground.
At high speeds, the track was carved with tire marks, and after a rapid turn, the distant crowd suddenly erupted in cheers. She glanced outside.
Geng Dong’s car was no longer behind them, only visible in the rearview mirror, tirelessly chasing!
As a result, the gap between them grew larger and larger.
Jiang Chengsi had no intention of yielding to him.
Among top racers, every split second could be an insurmountable gulf, with so people spending their entire lives fighting for re fractions of seconds.
"Is Fourth Master that fierce?" The people at the club, having often seen Jiang Chengsi drive, had never seen him so serious, "With such a widening gap, Geng Dong will lose terribly."
"Most importantly, it seems Fourth Master didn’t intend to show any rcy."
"It’s over, Geng Dong is finished."
...
Like any athlete, a racer’s peak state only lasts a few years. Once you reach a pinnacle and then get crushed, your ntality is bound to suffer a heavy blow!
Especially for soone as arrogant as Geng Dong, such a blow is nothing short of devastating!
Assistant Luo kept a close eye on the situation on the track. A forr professional racer himself, his blood boiled as he murmured, "Fourth Master isn’t just planning to win the race today. He... "
"is probably aiming to destroy Geng Dong!"
At this mont, Geng Dong was trailing behind, and as the race neared its end, he knew where his limits were, realizing that he couldn’t catch up.
Not only can’t he catch up now, but perhaps...
He may never catch up in this lifeti!
As Jiang Chengsi crossed the finish line and the crowd cheered.
Geng Dong’s ntality completely collapsed.
To defeat an arrogant person, the best way to destroy him is to crush him completely in his most proficient field.
Geng Dong’s car slowly ca to a stop, not reaching the finish line, and he sat in the car in silence for a long ti.
The group that ca with him stood still, not daring to speak.
The professionals couldn’t look down on the "amateurs." They always thought Jiang Chengsi hailed from the wild and had never expected the gap between the two to be so vast.
"Did Dong Ge lose?" Once the race ended, the other side was cheering, while they still couldn’t quite process it, "How could he lose..."
And lose so miserably.
They used to think the outside praise for Jiang Chengsi’s driving skills was exaggerated, with so even saying he was the God of Racing in Hexi.
Now it seems, in this field, he is nothing short of a dominating Demon King.
Compared to his relaxed deanor earlier, everyone felt a chill down their necks...
He was utterly pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!
Not to ntion that little girl who appeared out of nowhere.
...
Jiang Chengsi parked the car and turned to look at the person next to him, thinking she might not have experienced a race at this speed and the win ca almost without suspense, leaving her slightly stunned.
But the door beside her opened, and Jiang Chengsi had already walked around to the passenger side, "Still sitting inside? Not getting out?"
She nodded. As she got out, Jiang Chengsi naturally supported her arm, helping her steady herself, then his fingers moved down, naturally interlocking with hers.
"You’re sweating." He chuckled lightly.
"A bit nervous."
"I’m the one racing, what are you nervous about?"
She pressed her lips without saying anything, letting him hold her hand, completely disregarding the situation of the other club’s team, and walked with her straight toward the office building.
"Jiang Chengsi!" Geng Dong shouted as he got out of the car.
The gap between them was obvious, and it couldn’t be chalked up to luck. It was purely a battle of strength.
For soone especially proud, how could he allow himself such a miserable defeat, feeling sowhat unwilling.
"Jiang Chengsi, stop right there—"
This ti Jiang Chengsi did stop, turned his head to look at him, the icy wind blowing, his gaze no longer the usual lazy and slack deanor, but slightly subrged, brows lowered, rather sharp.
He rarely ca into contact with Jiang Chengsi, as kings do not see kings, and frightened by the cold severity in his eyes, his body stiffened.
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