Chapter 108 Discrimination
The weather here is unpredictable, and the track is winding and compact, with many high-speed straights.
Located in a foreign coastal city, the racecourse boasts beautiful scenery along its route and is often chosen as the preferred venue for races by major clubs.
The salty sea breeze ruffled the young master's dark hair, revealing his smooth, full forehead and sharp features, showing early signs of brilliance, like a newly drawn blade.
On both sides of the track are palm trees, a common sight in coastal cities, standing straight and tall, with two bare trees standing in two rows.
The sunlight overhead was dazzling but not scorching. Duan Mingxiao squinted, his eyes like a deep pool. The boy's brows furrowed slightly, and his deep, sharp gaze fell on the two men who seemed to have ill intentions.
The well-known foreign racing club "AF" is located right next to the White Rock Circuit.
The Arctic Fox (AF) team has had a good track record in the racing world for over a decade and has produced championship teams. However, in recent years, their racing car development technology has lagged behind, and they have not had suitable racing drivers, resulting in consistently poor performance.
There were frequent conflicts within the club, but thanks to the accumulation of experience in earlier years, they were able to achieve a mid-range ranking in matches.
The two players in front of you are members of the "AF" club. The man with reddish-brown hair and a slightly muscular build is called Osei.
The other boy, who was shorter and had freckles on his face, was named "Norton." Both of them were youth trainees for the "AF" Arctic Foxes.
Most people who enjoy cars come from well-off families, and these two were no exception. It was the first time they had ever seen Chinese people training at White Rock Circuit.
The two men walked over arm in arm, looking Duan Mingxiao up and down with disdain in their eyes.
They spoke provocative words in a foreign language.
There are no outstanding racing drivers among the Chinese; training at the White Rock Circuit is merely a waste of resources.
In their eyes, Duan Mingxiao was just a pretty face, all show and no substance.
The young master was wearing a black and silver racing suit, his legs were straight and long, and he held his helmet with his long, slender fingers, looking nonchalant.
With a long neck, a prominent Adam's apple, and extremely strong sexual tension, Duan Mingxiao had rejected countless advances from men and women during this period.
He didn't spare a single glance for Osei and Norton. The young master had just finished his pre-match training and was about to get into the driver's seat when Osei, with his reddish-brown hair, lazily stretched out a hand and blocked Duan Mingxiao's way.
It blocked the boy's way.
Ossa has single eyelids with slightly upturned corners and thin lips, giving him a somewhat harsh appearance.
They also thought Duan Mingxiao couldn't understand foreign languages.
Ou Sai deliberately used a learned, insulting form of Chinese to strike up a conversation with Duan Mingxiao.
The next second, the boy raised an eyebrow at Duan Mingxiao in front of him and gave him the middle finger.
Norton, standing to the side, curled his lips into a smirk, secretly pleased, and couldn't help but watch the Chinese man's reaction.
Finally, the Chinese man in front of them glanced at them.
The next instant, before Norton could react, Osei was kicked to the ground by Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao looked down at Ou Sai, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead object, a disgusting fellow.
He has no real skills, but he's a master at being disgusting.
The rough sole of the shoe stepped on Ou Sai's hand, slowly grinding against it. The man under Duan Mingxiao's foot immediately let out a painful howl, his face turning red.
It happened very quickly; no one expected this Chinese man to be so ruthless.
However, a hint of disgust flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes; the person he was stepping on was dirtier than a morsel.
The shoes he's wearing when he gets back are definitely not going to be used anymore; Duan Mingxiao would rather burn them than accept them as bad luck.
The young master had been in a bad mood lately, and the preliminary round was postponed due to the weather.
This means he will be a week late returning to China and will not be able to see Cong Chun for another week.
Duan Mingxiao was lost in thought, afraid that Cong Chun had forgotten about him.
This will allow other men to take advantage of the situation. Stupid Chun's mind is filled with those stinky chickens and ducks, which are incredibly annoying.
He was determined to take the top spot in Cong Chun's heart, the young master thought domineeringly, and unconsciously increased the pressure on his feet.
Moreover, during this period, he received quite a few mocking glances at Duan Mingxiao during training, simply because he was Chinese.
Chinese people have no achievements in the racing world, but that doesn't mean they won't in the future.
Duan Mingxiao was already in a bad mood, but he didn't expect that two more men would deliberately walk into his line of fire.
Norton, who was standing nearby, was so frightened that he took a step back. The boy gritted his teeth and immediately stepped forward to help, but Duan Mingxiao grabbed him by the throat and threw him to the ground.
Duan Mingxiao's tone was somewhat cold. Was it because he gave people too many nice looks that they thought he was good-tempered or easy to bully?
He kept moving his feet, listening to Osei's wails, but the Crown Prince only found them grating, both unpleasant and loud.
Even the sound of slaughtering a pig isn't this unpleasant.
Chun Chun's voice is still the most pleasant to hear.
Some time ago, a few foreign men temporarily formed a racing competition and invited Duan Mingxiao.
Originally, I just wanted to watch the show, but I ended up losing to this Chinese man.
Ossa and Norton were among that group. The young master frowned, his eyes were somewhat dark, and his lowered gaze cast shadows on his eyes, which were covered by long raven feathers.
The young master scoffed lightly and nodded slightly.
Seriously, they can't accept defeat.
Duan Mingxiao looked down at Ou Sai, whom he was standing on. He seemed to have an innate sense of oppression and an absolute sense of control.
He's a complete waste of space. His racing skills are terrible, his fighting skills are terrible, and his character is the worst of the worst.
The young master spoke fluent foreign language from the moment he opened his mouth, his voice cold yet filled with extreme sarcasm.
"Reflect on yourself carefully. Why didn't you bring your brain with you when you went out today?"
"If you have any shame, find a trash can and jump in, don't bother the cleaning staff."
"And the more jealous you are, the happier I am, you idiots."
Duan Mingxiao narrowed his long, dark eyes. If I'm not happy, I definitely won't let you have it easy.
Cong Chun has been going to bed much later than usual these past few days.
Yenching University arranged for someone to collect the design drafts on behalf of the students who participated in the architectural design competition.
Then it is mailed to a company overseas, as the competition requires a detailed manuscript.
Then, all the entries from the competition will be photographed and sent to the architecture company's official website.
There will be an online poll, which is for entertainment purposes, to select a popularity award.
However, the final decision rests with the professional judges.
Cong Chun put the design drafts and design concepts he had worked on late into the night over the past few days into a transparent file bag.
Having accomplished one of the most important things recently, Cong Chun breathed a sigh of relief. There were still faint bluish marks under the boy's eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept well for the past few days.
Immediately afterwards, he happily called his grandmother, and she chatted with him about everyday things.
They said that the corn on both plots of land where they planted corn this year is growing very well.
Cong Chun was overjoyed and wished he could fly to Huai Shui Village right now to help his grandmother pick corn.
Moreover, Cong Chun also missed his grandmother.
Yenching University will be having its National Day holiday soon, but because Huai Shui Village is very far from Jinghai City, practically the north and south of the country, it will take Cong Chun almost two days to travel back and forth by train.
Grandma couldn't bear to see him go through all that trouble, so Cong Chun had no choice but to stay at school.
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