Chapter 58: Fighting for First Place
"Fatty, don't mention it. You said people can eat whatever they want. Do you think everyone has to eat as much as you and become as fat as you?"
"Hey, Zhao Xinrui, you're making a personal attack!" The fat man exaggeratedly covered his chest. "After all, we're classmates. Can you please give me some face? If I lose weight one day, I'll be a handsome guy who charms thousands of girls. It's not impossible."
He patted his chest with a solemn oath:
"I've been collecting a bunch of tutorials lately on how to lose weight in a week."
Zhao Xinrui curled her lips in disdain, looked him up and down, and said lightly:
"Come on, you lose all your cuteness when you lose weight."
Collecting doesn’t mean you’ve lost weight.
While the two were bickering, Wu Sui was eating quietly.
His favorite dish, braised shrimps, is on the table.
This thing is expensive. While these two are arguing, I’ll eat the expensive one first.
Money is only real if it goes into your stomach.
"Wu Sui, where are the shrimp?" Zhao Xinrui only realized what was happening after she finished speaking. Seeing the bowl of food completely empty, she immediately put her chopsticks down on the bowl and coldly criticized, "Look at Xiaodao, she didn't get a single shrimp. Ask yourself... can you live with your conscience?"
Wen Nianchu was supporting his chin with one hand and winking at Wu Sui in a friendly manner.
Wu Sui originally had no guilt feelings. He wanted to refute with confidence, but when he looked up and met Wen Nianchu's big eyes, the words on his lips were suddenly choked.
He opened his mouth, but only uttered one word:
"I……"
Wen Nianchu looked at the other person and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying:
"I'll pay...and ask the waiter to add a plate of shrimp."
Zhao Xinrui nodded with satisfaction.
After the waiter brought another bowl of shrimp, in order to liven up the atmosphere, the fat man raised the canned drink next to him:
"Come on, everyone, let's have a toast today. I hope our Crazy Dragon Team can win a good place in this competition."
Zhao Xinrui curled the corners of her lips and said:
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. We can compete for second or third place. After all, as long as we get these places, we will get bonuses and equipment upgrades."
The box suddenly became quiet.
After all, the first Car King Championship is like a gamble.
Those teams that spend money to hire professional players are not in the same league as this group of people who are just cobbling together their own teams.
It is equivalent to the situation in the novels about cultivating immortals, where a group of independent disciples mistakenly enter a large sect to participate in a PK competition.
I just want to become familiar to everyone and lay the foundation for the next championship.
In these few quiet seconds, Wen Nianchu used his fingers to snap open the pull ring of the Coke can in his hand, and the sound of bubbles gushing out was particularly clear in this box.
She stood up, raised her glass, and looked around at everyone, her expression becoming serious and solemn:
“We want to be first!”
“It will definitely be number one.”
Wen Nianchu's voice was very soft, but it made everyone stop what they were doing.
So crazy.
So crazy.
But no one objected.
Because no one doesn't want to be number one.
Wen Nianchu knew better than anyone how hard these impromptu guys worked. Lacking a professional track, they rented a garage and drove to a deserted suburb to practice drifting every day, from morning till night, without a single complaint.
She had seen too many so-called talented drivers, but the group in front of her was different.
There was a light in their eyes, a love so pure that it was almost stupid.
Love can overcome all difficulties.
Love can level mountains and seas.
She believes that even without her presence, they still deserve a championship.
"You're right!" The fat man suddenly slammed the can of drink on the table. The ice-cold cola soda popped out and splashed onto the table. "Crazy Dragon Team—"
"Kill them!"
Several cans of drinks collided directly with each other.
Everyone laughed and drank.
The fat man rubbed his hands and smiled maliciously:
"When we win first place, I'll go home and set up tablets for you all and burn incense every day!"
"Get lost!" Zhao Xinrui rolled her eyes. "I'm alive and well, why would I need you to offer me a ghostly black and white photo?"
Wu Sui chuckled and said, "I heard that the first-place team will have a poster shoot. I must spend money to get a super cool hairstyle."
Wen Nianchu narrowed his eyes:
"Then... let's work hard together!"
The King of Cars Championship not only looks at individual performance, the last game is a relay race among team members, which will directly affect the ranking and results of the competition.
Therefore, every person in the team is crucial.
After Wen Nianchu ate a few bites of the sweet pumpkin pie with satisfaction, he suddenly heard the sound of a system task.
【bite--】
[System task released, the host needs to complete the humiliation task, bring a bottle of beer to Xie Yue]
This task... is a bit too much.
Xie Yue is only fourteen years old now!
【Can’t lock the position?】
[No, but it should be around here this time?]
Wen Nianchu held his forehead, stood up and left the box, and said softly:
"I'm going to the bathroom."
The corridor was brightly lit and covered with dark-patterned carpet that made almost no sound when you walked on it.
She had just turned the corner when her steps suddenly stopped.
Xie Yue, is he really here?
He stood there, holding a small black box, surrounded by several men.
Those people had strange smiles on their faces and half-pushed and half-shoved him towards the box deep in the corridor.
Wen Nianchu subconsciously followed two steps and stopped beside the door of the box.
The door was ajar, and a low laugh came from inside.
"Is this the person you introduced? He still looks like a child."
"Thanks to him today, we won a lot." said a rough voice.
"Yeah, this guy's technique is really good." Another person drawled out his words with a playful tone, "He seems to have some talent."
"Of course, this kid is a top student, so naturally he learns everything quickly."
Someone answered, with a meaningful laugh.
"Don't worry, I'll arrange a job for you when the time comes. You can help us cheat directly. Money won't be a problem."
This voice...sounds familiar.
Wen Nianchu held his breath and began to think rapidly in his mind.
Where had she heard it?
...The driver Dongfeng who came to pick her up earlier!?
The fog in Wen Nianchu's heart suddenly dissipated.
This person... actually knew Xie Yue for a long time.
So when she got off the bus at Beijiang Bridge in Rongcheng, she met Xie Yue so quickly, which was not the coincidence she thought.
Why did Xie Yue stare at her at that time? And what was his relationship with Dongfeng, the driver under Sister Mo?
"The door isn't closed properly."
Suddenly someone spoke.
Xie Yue walked over tactfully:
"I'm going to turn it off and wash my hands while I'm at it."
Wash your hands before eating.
This is his habit.
Even if this meal is more than just a meal on the surface.
So he walked straight to the door, and was stunned the moment he looked up and saw Wen Nianchu.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Before Xie Yue could speak, Wen Nianchu grabbed his wrist and pulled him to another deserted corner of the corridor.
She clenched her fingers tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.
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