Chapter 57 Stop Gambling
But Wen Nianchu's fingers gripped his wrist tightly, with astonishing strength. Xie Yue struggled secretly, but was unable to break free.
After all, he couldn't lay hands on a girl.
"open……"
He said in a deep voice, his voice clearly carrying a hint of annoyance, but restrained by his naturally good upbringing.
Wen Nianchu moved closer instead, and the ends of her hair brushed across his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance, a very sweet and cold scent of camellia.
"If you don't tell the truth..." She leaned closer to him, her warm breath brushing his ear, "Sister will keep kissing you, baby."
Anyway, Xie Yue will be her partner sooner or later.
Kissing early or late, isn’t it still kissing?
"you……"
His voice was extremely hoarse and his breathing was obviously irregular.
How could this girl...
He lowered his eyes to look at the girl so close to him, a dark current surging in his dark eyes. Reason told him to push her away immediately, but the fragrance lingering on his nose made his arms feel heavy as if filled with lead.
"I won the bet against them." Xie Yue finally admitted defeat. He turned his face away and said in a low voice, "They can't afford to lose, so they want me to return the money."
Wen Nianchu then let go of his hand and took a half step back:
"You went to gamble?" She frowned, her tone gradually becoming stern. "Xie Yue, did you go to the Imperial Dynasty?"
The young man was stunned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He knew about Huangdai, but had never been there.
Planning to go?
Wen Nianchu said: "Why do you want to do this?"
Xie Yue was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was terrifyingly calm: "I am an orphan. The dean is in the hospital and needs surgery." He looked up at her, his eyes as deep as ink, "I have no choice."
There are only a few ways to make money quickly.
He couldn't imagine how a junior high school student like him could earn such a large sum of money for surgery.
"Can I go now?"
To Xie Yue, this strange girl was really weird.
Having grown up in an orphanage, Xie Yue had long been accustomed to being alone. The sudden kindness left him feeling even more bewildered than the malice. At least he knew how to handle a fist, but he had no idea how to deal with a girl who was determined to intrude into his life.
Wen Nianchu looked at Xie Yue's back as he left.
"How much does it cost?"
She asked.
Xie Yue: "One hundred thousand."
At that time, prices had not yet inflated as much as in later periods, so one hundred thousand was considered a considerable sum.
But Wen Nianchu was penniless, let alone 100,000 yuan, she couldn't even come up with a single cent. Living under someone else's roof, she couldn't directly help Xie Yue.
She looked at the system panel that had prompted her to complete the humiliation mission, and then said:
"Don't go gambling. Wait for me in a week."
A week later, I won the Car King Championship.
She will get a bonus then.
*
The system has not issued any new tasks, so Wen Nianchu has devoted all his energy to racing training.
She arrived at the training ground early every day and repeatedly practiced techniques such as drifting, cornering, and straight-line acceleration, not even noticing that her racing suit was soaked with sweat.
This period of closed-door training also helped her build a better relationship with the other people.
Wen Nianchu occasionally feels that this is the life she wants.
There is no oppressive gaze from the Wen family, no harsh judgment, and no need to be treated as an exquisite ornament to be sold at a price.
She just needs to keep moving forward, a little faster, a little stronger, chasing her own limits.
At the beginning of her rebirth, she was filled with hatred, wishing that all those people would fall into hell. But after the experiences of the past few days, she had gained something she had never dared to hope for.
Freedom, companionship, unreserved sweat and passion.
Those sharp hatreds were actually blown away a little by the wind as he rushed forward again and again.
"Xiaodao, you're going to participate in the competition the day after tomorrow. Shall we have dinner out together tonight? I've booked a table at Mingbai Restaurant." Zhao Xinrui took a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and handed it to Wen Nianchu.
She always felt that there was something indescribable about Wen Nianchu.
This girl's every move reveals her innate confidence.
He doesn't look like a child who grew up in an orphanage at all.
The air conditioning in the underground garage is not very good, it hums but the cooling effect is very poor.
The fat man on the side wiped the sweat off his face with a dry towel and said jokingly with a playful smile:
"So rich, Sister Xinrui."
Zhao Xinrui: "Then it's not impossible for you to treat us."
Wu Sui blew on the small green fan and nodded:
"Wait, let's go back and change clothes first. This racing suit is really stuffy."
Fat Gu scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Xinrui, you know my dad has suspended all my credit cards recently..." He paused, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "Forget it, forget it, I'll treat you tonight!"
He held the wrinkled record sheet in his hand, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "Look at these lap data, we've all improved over the past few days." When he turned his gaze to Wen Nianchu, his tone became excited: "Especially Sister Shui Xindao. At this rate, she'll definitely be at the front of the grid."
Wu Sui leaned over to take a look at the record sheet, then suddenly turned the fan attentively towards Wen Nianchu:
"Are you hot, sister? Let me blow you for a while?"
Zhao Xinrui slapped his arm away and snatched the fan away:
"Showing your affection now? Too late! This is the most valuable asset of our Crazy Dragon Team. You were bragging about it all to yourself just now, weren't you?"
Wen Nianchu took the fan and felt a slight coolness coming over him.
The noisy voices of her teammates echoed in the garage, and she smiled down.
There has never been such a lively scene in my previous life.
In her previous life, she had built her own team with her own money. While the other team members were respectful on the surface, they secretly treated her as a foolish, wealthy sponsor. Every practice and every match felt like a one-man show, surrounded by supporting actors.
What's even more ironic is that when she finally made it to the eve of the National Racing Championship, the diagnosis of stomach cancer completely shattered her dream.
Lying on the hospital bed, she watched helplessly as the substitute driver drove his own car into the semi-finals, while the whole world had forgotten Wen Nianchu, who had won the provincial championship in the racing competition.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Zhao Xinrui suddenly put her hand on her shoulder, her palm still sweaty. "If you don't change your clothes, Fatty Gu will have to include the air conditioning fee in your dinner bill."
Wen Nianchu blinked and put the fan back into Wu Sui's hands:
"Let's go."
She tugged at the racing suit that was stuck to her back, this time not hiding a smile.
She was indeed very happy and content.
*
Several people were having dinner in a private room of a big restaurant.
Wen Nianchu ate very politely, which made the other people look very strange.
"No, you always eat like this?" The fat man felt that Wen Nianchu had an inexplicable elegance when eating.
In short, can't let go.
Wen Nianchu: "I'm used to it."
Zhao Xinrui sighed.
Wen Nianchu was like this when he was eating at her house. He ate in small bites and looked very depressed. Life in the orphanage must be difficult.
Zhao Xinrui imagined Wen Nianchu who had been bullied in various ways but dared not speak out, and could only hide in a corner and wipe his tears alone every time.
So miserable...
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