Arang's expression was a bit strange, and he was amused by Nan Yanyan's overconfidence. "Are you so sure you can win?" He didn't know whether to say she was overconfident or just a newborn calf fearless.
Nan Yanyan: "I will win."
Valgens stopped talking to her. Winning or losing depends on skill. He checked his watch and said, "One minute, and we'll start. The rules are simple: whoever reaches the finish line first wins."
"good."
Valang counted down, and when he reached one, the two cars shot off like arrows that had missed their target. Valang was a little surprised, and he glanced at Nan Yanyan, who was running just as fast as him. Only then did he understand where this man's confidence came from.
It seems that this girl is not an amateur motorcycle enthusiast, but a professional racer.
Quite interesting!
Valanciunas accelerated, and the car turned the first corner. He was going too fast, and when the car scraped against the ground, his knees almost touched the ground. Nan Yanyan performed the same action as him, and the action was also very handsome and cool.
After running through four or five bends in a row, Nan Yanyan not only did not fall behind Valan, but actually slowly surpassed him. Valan felt a chill in his heart, as if he had walked into a trap on his own initiative.
He regretted that he shouldn't have made such a promise so easily.
Nan Yanyan completely overtook Agen at the next corner and left him far behind!
Valgen tried desperately to catch up, but he was never able to overtake.
At the top of the mountain, Nan Yanyan's car stopped at the end of the road. She leaned against her motorcycle and took off her helmet. The wind was strong on the mountain, and Nan Yanyan's hair danced wildly in the wind. The motorcycle lights were facing Arang's face. Arang narrowed his blue eyes to see Nan Yanyan's gaze clearly.
Her black and white eyes were filled with smiles and the triumph of victory.
Nan Yanyan suddenly raised her hand, pointed at Arang, and declared domineeringly: "Han Rang, you are mine."
Han Rang's heart suddenly stopped for a few seconds.
Nan Yanyan took the fireworks down and placed them between the two motorcycles. She lit them with a lighter, then jumped two meters away and shouted to him with a smile, "Han Rang, congratulations, you're my boyfriend!"
Snap——
The fireworks bloomed.
Han Rang's heart trembled.
Damn, I got it wrong this time...
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