Chapter 126 Tsk, the old man is quite jealous.

"you……"

Song Mingji stood quietly at the door, holding his phone, staring at the girl in the infirmary with a puzzled look.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Song."

Pei Jinwu threw the finished ice cream into the trash can, then expertly handed it to the man beside her to wipe, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

What's that older man who's been dating younger women doing here?

"Song Shen, come in and have a seat." Shang Xun actually admired Song Mingji quite a bit, and his goodwill towards him increased even more after hearing that he was going to change his nationality to come to China.

"Sister Wu, you know him? This is my older brother," Shang Xun introduced.

Big brother?

One coach, one older brother.

I heard that Shang Xun was injured, so it seems normal that he arrived in time.

"It is indeed a coincidence."

Song Mingji breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight to the empty seat next to Pei Jinwu.

Just as he was about to sit down, Shang Shiyan's cold voice suddenly rang out: "Feng Zhi, bring a chair for Mr. Song."

"?"

Feng Zhi glanced at the two of them, and then wisely moved his chair to a place far away from Miss Pei.

Pei Jinwu: "..."

Song Mingji: "..."

Shang Xun: "..."

What happened?

It seems like my older brother is hostile towards Song Mingji!

Is this... vinegar?

However, Song Mingji's gaze towards Sister Wu was not entirely innocent.

"J God is coming right away." Song Mingji glanced at the chair, chuckled twice, and sat down. "You promised me, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

"Of course not." Pei Jinwu leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on Song Mingji, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Ever since she learned that he loved his country and his family, Pei Jinwu found him more agreeable.

Not to mention—

Now it could also be her adopted brother.

"..."

Seeing her staring intently at Song Mingji with a smile on her face, Shang Shiyan sensed an impending crisis. He immediately took out a candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and held it to the girl's lips, coaxing her softly, "Mango flavor, do you like it?"

"oh."

Pei Jinwu obediently opened her mouth and ate, her eyes still fixed on Song Mingji.

She had just carefully looked through Jiang Jibai's photos and scrutinized his facial features.

Perhaps it's just psychological?

She felt that Song Mingji was somewhat similar to him.

Especially...the eyes.

"I'm very happy that you've joined Team S." Overjoyed at the positive response, Song Mingji stood up, walked to Pei Jinwu, and extended his hand: "No, I should say welcome to the Chinese team."

"..."

As Pei Jinwu hesitated to take Song Mingji's hand, which was so close to hers, the man beside her took it first, his voice chillingly cold, "Thank you."

"?"

Song Mingji turned his head to look at Shang Shiyan, his smile vanished, and he tried to pull his hand back but found that the other party was holding it very tightly.

Tsk.

The older man was quite jealous.

"You're welcome." Song Mingji felt sorry for the girl and thought from the bottom of his heart that she was not good enough for Pei Jinwu. He said sarcastically, "After Pei joins the team, we will inevitably meet and exchange driving skills from time to time."

"It is my honor to work with J God."

Are you often together?

Upon hearing these words, Shang Shiyan's cold and stern face darkened.

The way he looked at Wuwu was strange; it turned out he had ulterior motives.

"By the way, Pei, before J arrives, let me tell you about her situation..."

Song Mingji waved his hand, deliberately asking, "Mr. Shang, what do you mean by this? Are you reluctant to let go?"

Reluctant to part with it?

Pei Jinwu turned her head to look and saw that the two of them were indeed holding hands quite tightly.

To be precise, it was Shang Shiyan who was holding onto the other person and wouldn't let go.

“ ……

Shang Shiyan's face suddenly turned cold. He abruptly released Song Mingji, looking utterly disgusted: "Do I need your introduction?"

Song Mingji withdrew his hand and glanced at his bruised wrist.

Really cruel.

"No need for me to introduce you?" Song Mingji stared at Pei Jinwu, remaining silent for a few seconds before his pupils slowly widened: "You wouldn't happen to be—"

"..."

Pei Jinwu pursed her lips and remained silent.

I didn't realize he was so smart.

"Could it be..." Song Mingji paused, then said, word by word, "J God's disciple!"

Her racing skills and moves are very similar to those of J.

She even specifically requested that J-God be her teacher...

It turns out that everything was preordained.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Pei Jinwu's expression froze, and she silently deleted the words of praise for his intelligence from her mind.

You've overestimated him.

Not wanting to waste time, Pei Jinwu took out her phone and dialed Song Mingji's number.

"Beep beep beep..."

Upon seeing J's call, Song Mingji immediately tensed up. "Wait a moment."

He then quickly swiped to answer the call, his tone very gentle: "Hello."

"I have arrived."

Pei Jinwu raised her phone and slowly said, "Turn around."

where?

Song Mingji turned around and saw Pei Jinwu on the phone.

What?

This girl is...J God?

No wonder she chose the infirmary as the meeting place, no wonder "Pei Jinwu" arrived so quickly...

turn out to be.

She herself is J God.

She's eighteen this year. How old was she when she participated in the competition years ago?

fifteen?

It could be even smaller!

He won the F1 racing championship for three consecutive years when he was just over 10 years old.

If I said that, how many people would believe me?

"Mr. Song, would you like to tell me more about God J?"

Pei Jinwu hung up the phone, rested her chin on her hand, and looked languid and casual.

"Thud—"

After hearing Pei Jinwu's words, Song Mingji dropped the phone in his hand and remained stunned for a long time.

"Mr. Song, you have ten minutes left." Pei Jinwu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Are you sure you want to continue spacing out?"

"..."

Song Mingji snapped out of his daze, sat back down in his chair, and said with a mixture of disbelief and admiration, "I never expected God J to be so young."

"I agree to your proposal."

Pei Jinwu parted her pink lips and said slowly, "After you return to China, join the China Racing Association directly. You will be in charge of this association from now on."

She was just holding the title; she didn't have time to make a fuss.

not to mention--

Besides her, Song Mingji is a true racing legend.

He leads China's motorsports association, and I doubt anyone would disagree.

“But Song Shen’s nationality hasn’t been changed yet, has it?” Shang Xun asked worriedly.

Would the US really let such a lucrative opportunity slip by?

Yes, it will.

Song Mingji smiled faintly, leaving behind all the honors and money.

Originally, the US was just using him to make money and was unwilling to let go, even if he surrendered and played passively.

If this drags on, they will suffer the greatest losses.

so.

They will definitely release them.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Song Mingji's assistant suddenly appeared at the door of the infirmary: "Song, the nationality issue has been resolved."

I just received a phone call.

"Really?" Song Mingji's lips slowly curved into a smile, suppressing his excitement as he asked in a low voice, "Has the awards ceremony begun?"

Not yet, we're preparing.

"Okay." Song Mingji smiled faintly and said, "Change the competition information, change M country to China."

From this moment forward, he will dedicate himself wholeheartedly to serving China.

soon.

When the host announced that both the champion and runner-up were from China, there was an uproar both at the venue and online.

The existence of a "God J" in China is already quite outrageous.

Now there's another one, Song Mingji?

Like adding wings to a tiger!

Who would dare to participate in future competitions alongside China?

——

It took a whole day to get things done.

Pei Jinwu was already exhausted.

"Going home?" Shang Shiyan gently held her hand and asked softly, "Wang Ma made sweet and sour pork ribs and lotus root soup."

"Return."

Pei Jinwu's eyes lit up as she obediently walked outside, led by Shang Shiyan.

go home?

Are they already living together?

Do your family members agree?

Upon hearing this, Song Mingji's eyelids twitched violently, and he couldn't help but think of his younger sister again.

If J-God were my little sister...

He's like an old ox eating tender grass; he'll beat the guy surnamed Shang to death.