But this did not attract Huo Chenyu and Lu Zhixing's attention, because at this moment, their only concern was Tang Li.
They felt it was unnecessary to even glance at Zhan Feng, who always kept himself so well-hidden that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
The appearance of Zhanfeng caused the situation to spiral out of control.
Because Han Ruoling lives abroad, and even when she participates in the competition, she represents another country.
So even though she has a big reputation, she still doesn't cause much of a stir in the country.
Zhanfeng is different; she is like a god in various racing clubs.
Han Ruoling was utterly shocked and patted Song Beiye on the shoulder, saying:
"Since Zhan Feng is here, neither you nor Tang Li can be the winner in this match."
She didn't include herself in the calculation because she had always been resentful of losing to Zhan Feng.
Song Beiye didn't seem particularly moved, but instead reminded her:
"Don't forget, the bet between the three of us isn't about getting first place, but about beating each other."
Han Ruoling's gaze remained fixed on Zhan Feng, who was undisturbed by the shouts. After removing her hand from Song Beiye's shoulder, she lowered her head and said:
"Tang Li is yours to win. My goal is to beat her."
Zhan Feng had been in seclusion for four whole years, leaving her no chance to take revenge.
She's finally met him today, so naturally she's going to give it her all.
"what ever."
Song Beiye didn't care about Zhanfeng at all.
Winning or losing doesn't matter to him.
The important thing is being able to do things with the woman you love that no other man can do with her.
But Tang Li has yet to appear.
The match was about to begin, and Han Ruoling began to comfort Song Beiye:
"She's smart. Winning or losing today's match is a disgraceful thing. Rather than fighting to the death, giving up now is the wise thing to do. After the match, she can just make up an excuse that she's not feeling well. With the men behind her doting on her, even if others have a lot of complaints, they can only say a few words behind her back."
Song Beiye stared at Han Ruoling with a cold gaze:
"You think she's scared?"
Han Ruoling countered:
"Isn't that right? If she wasn't afraid to compete with me, then where is she? Why isn't she showing up? If it were me, as long as I have a breath left, I would participate in this competition even if it meant risking my life."
Song Beiye was furious:
"If you're willing to risk your life, go ahead. I just want her to be safe."
She's not coming; something must have delayed her.
Tang Li did not appear until the start of the competition.
Huo Chenyu, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's better if she doesn't come, so I don't have to worry about her safety."
But because Tang Li did not appear, Lu Zhixing was even more worried about her safety.
Tang Li is not the kind of person who backs down or is afraid. Once she makes up her mind, nothing can change it.
He felt uneasy and called Meng Bei, asking him to continue investigating Tang Li's whereabouts.
After all, Tang Li almost lost his life the last time he went missing.
Perhaps because she was determined to beat Zhan Feng, Han Ruoling was very aggressive and kept a close eye on Zhan Feng.
Because Tang Li failed to participate, Song Beiye's energy and spirit were greatly diminished, so he was far behind when the car started.
Just then, someone shouted:
"Zhanfeng has slowed down."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Ruoling stepped on the gas and temporarily took the lead.
After Zhanfeng's car slowed down, she walked alongside Song Beiye as he caught up, as if encouraging him, or perhaps provoking him.
Song Beiye was confused; if he moved slower, the wind-slashing technique would also be slower.
After he caught up, Zhanfeng overtook him.
Song Beiye was suddenly motivated. Even though competing against Zhan Feng was something he never dared to dream of, he seemed to understand Zhan Feng's meaning and chased after him relentlessly.
It was only because the process of slowing down took some time that Zhanfeng fell behind.
Han Ruoling could hardly believe that she could leave Zhan Feng far behind. Moreover, in this competition, she had no opponents other than Zhan Feng, so she drove very steadily in the second half.
Especially in the last lap, Zhanfeng still couldn't catch up.
The fans watching the race went from shouting "Cut the wind!" all the way to gradually being replaced by the word "speed".
In the most secluded corner, Piqiu looked at Zhanfeng, who hadn't even made it to second place, with a worried expression, and anxiously said to Zha Zhongqi:
"She's going to lose."
Han Ruoling was in high spirits today and could be considered to have performed exceptionally well.
The other racers were equally impressive.
My palms were sweaty from watching the ball.
"After all, she has been idle for four years. In racing, it's a matter of either progressing or regressing. So you can't blame her. Once a woman gets married, she will naturally have more energy than she can handle in many things."
Piqiu just felt it was a pity.
A racing legend, ruined by marrying a man.
But Zha Zhongqi rested his chin on his hand, always with a smile on his face.
“Boss, you’re still laughing. If she loses, Song Xiling will definitely not let her off easily.”
Zha Zhongqi reached out and covered his mouth:
"Don't talk, just watch the game."
Anyone could lose.
She's the only one who doesn't.
On the other side, Huo Chenyu and Lu Zhixing were somewhat distracted about watching the game, while Song Nanzhou, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus, remained calm.
In this world, what does it matter if you win? What is there to fear in losing?
Anyone who gives their all deserves to be celebrated.
When Meng Bei arrived at the viewing area, Zhan Feng had just overtaken several cars and moved into second place.
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