Chapter 75 Hidden Camera
The training ground for the SV team.
On the black, ribbon-like track, the screaming of tires assaulted eardrums, and the surrounding air vibrated continuously.
Although SV is a Chinese team, the owner behind it is an Englishman named Seth who has been doing business in China for many years.
The training venue was quite large, with bright incandescent lights overhead. Sweat trickled down Duan Mingxiao's forehead and finally sank into his muscular chest along his jawline.
Duan Mingxiao casually picked up the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his face. The boy tilted his head back and drank the water in the bottle, his thick Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
However, the next second, Duan Mingxiao turned his head with a cold face, his eyes darkened, and a hint of frost unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
A woman was secretly taking pictures with her phone not far away.
The woman dressed fashionably, sporting the currently trending curly hair and wearing a cropped skirt, looking youthful, lively, and sweet-looking.
Duan Mingxiao frowned, his well-defined knuckles gripping the water glass tightly, and the young master spoke in a cold tone.
The woman in front of him was probably some SV driver's "family member" again, and Duan Mingxiao was already used to it.
Zhao Qing smiled at Duan Mingxiao, her eyes revealing a hint of admiration, though her tone inevitably carried a touch of guilt.
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't do anything just now."
As a race car driver, Duan Mingxiao not only reacts quickly on the track, but is also extremely sensitive to various camera angles.
He had been standing there for who knows how long, and he had initially ignored her until now, when he had just finished training.
The other person openly held the phone up to his face, and Duan Mingxiao felt an unprecedented sense of offense.
Duan Mingxiao's face was gloomy. When he had a cold expression, he was very imposing. His sharp eyes were like those of a hawk as he looked at Zhao Qing.
I don't want to repeat myself.
The young master's temper has improved quite a bit recently.
In the past, Duan Mingxiao would have simply kicked the person to the ground, regardless of whether they were male or female; he would beat up any mentally ill person without hesitation.
Zhao Ying, who was not far away, immediately walked over. The man's gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao, filled with jealousy and disgust, and his tone was arrogant.
"Duan Mingxiao, what did you do to my sister?"
The young master couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.
I never expected the Zhao family to have two pigs. I suggest they stop opening shopping malls and start a pig farm instead.
Duan Mingxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone playful, his long, dark eyes seemingly smiling, but actually revealing a chill.
"The world is going to the dogs; people are even justifying taking photos without consent."
"And what breed are you? Black-haired or white-haired?"
"I think you must be black-haired. Well, black pigs are the most annoying."
Zhao Ying didn't train today. He just brought his family to the team to stroll around and watch the new recruits who had joined the team a few months ago training, so he could show off his seniority.
Zhao Qing is a blogger on the PT platform with a considerable number of followers. She usually uploads photos of her travels abroad and luxury handbags and jewelry.
Many netizens expressed envy for her life as a wealthy young lady.
However, the post didn't get much attention until Zhao Qing uploaded a few photos of the SV team's track, one of which showed Duan Mingxiao's back.
Because Mu Mingxiao won the Jinghai Racing Championship some time ago, he is quite popular in the industry, and has many fans online.
Unfortunately, this young master is very mysterious. No private accounts can be found on any platform, let alone public accounts on any social media platform.
As soon as Zhao Qing posted this, the traffic exploded instantly.
Zhao Qing didn't know him at first. She just thought the racer in her brother's team was incredibly good-looking, so she secretly took a picture of his back. She didn't expect it to go viral and gain her a lot of followers.
Even her best friend is a fan of Duan Mingxiao's cars. Now, Zhao Qing is even more eager to use her brother's connections to win over this young and outstanding man and start a relationship with him. She wonders how many people would envy her.
Unfortunately, every time Zhao Qing asked Zhao Ying about Duan Mingxiao, Zhao Ying would just give a perfunctory answer.
When Zhao Ying heard Duan Mingxiao mock him as a wild boar, he immediately exploded and glared at Duan Mingxiao.
The man was wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt from the brand S, a new summer style. It was quite expensive, but it looked cheap on Zhao Ying.
"Taking photos without my permission? Who took photos of you without my permission?"
"Duan Mingxiao, you're overthinking it. Look in the mirror and see yourself. You're not good enough for my sister."
Duan Mingxiao was almost amused by the Zhao siblings' shamelessness.
"I think she should wear a brown dress like you."
"If two people go into the toilet together, they will be flushed away immediately, which is good because they have someone to keep them company."
After hearing this, Zhao Ying and Zhao Qing turned pale. When it came to verbal sparring, no one could out-argue this young master.
Zhao Ying snatched her younger sister's phone, and Zhao Qing, who was standing next to her, showed a hint of panic on her face.
"Brother, give me back my phone right now."
Zhao Qing looked like she was about to cry.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ying opened the photo album, and without even looking at it, held it up in front of Duan Mingxiao.
"Open your dog eyes and see clearly."
"Stop being so presumptuous. Not everyone will revolve around you, Young Master Duan."
Duan Mingxiao lowered his brows, the brow bone stud gleaming coldly, his dark eyes fixed on the photograph.
The young master spoke coldly.
"Wow, this photo turned out pretty good."
This picture was clearly taken secretly while Duan Mingxiao was drinking water.
The latest forty photos in Zhao Qing's phone album are all of Duan Mingxiao.
There were even earlier photos taken by women secretly from the open-air stands not far away.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Ying's face turned pale, and he couldn't utter a single word. His younger sister, whom he had doted on since childhood, was actually siding with outsiders.
What does Duan Mingxiao have? All he has is a face that's barely passable.
Zhao Qing, who was standing to the side, spoke up confidently and opened her phone's photo album.
"What's wrong with me taking pictures? Are there rules against taking pictures in certain areas?"
“A guy took pictures of you with a camera before, why didn’t you make a fuss about it?”
The photo clearly shows a time when Cong Chun, before leaving the Duan family, came to the training ground to watch Duan Mingxiao train.
Cong Chun was wearing a black hat, which Duan Mingxiao had given him.
Cong Chun wasn't afraid of the sun, and although the boy initially didn't want him, he let the young master take care of him himself.
However, Duan Mingxiao simply put it on his head and ordered Cong Chun not to take it off, lest he think Duan Mingxiao was bullying him every time his face turned red from the sun.
The obedient black hair lay flat against the boy's forehead as he held up a brand-new camera device.
When Duan Mingxiao saw the photo, his expression immediately turned cold, and a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.
"What are you saying, you foul mouth?"
"A moron like him doesn't even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath."
"It would be best if you went to the hospital with your brother to get your brain checked. If you go together, you might get a 15% discount."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qing's eyes welled up with tears, and she unconsciously bit her lower lip.
Zhao Ying, who was standing to the side, shouted angrily.
"Duan Mingxiao, that's enough. She's just a simple young girl. Is it necessary to be so petty?"
A hint of mockery flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. A naive little girl?
Would they use his photos online to gain traffic? Subtly suggesting to netizens that their relationship is ambiguous, don't insult the word "innocence".
Duan Mingxiao may not use accounts, but that doesn't mean he doesn't go online. He just didn't bother with it before, but now he's slapping him right in the face.
She doesn't even look at herself, so ugly, before using him. Is she even worthy of him?
She even secretly filmed that idiot Chun Chun; this woman is completely insane.
Duan Mingxiao grabbed the phone and smashed it to pieces. The boy picked up his sports bag and slung it over his shoulder, too lazy to get entangled with the Zhao siblings.
As he passed by Zhao Qing, he simply uttered a casual remark.
“I admit your taste is indeed better than that of the black pig, but… your morals are just as low.”
Zhao Qing remained silent, her eyes red, but tears eventually streamed down her face.
No one can stand being told that by a guy they like.
The following day, Zhao Qing's carefully cultivated account on the PT platform was banned for suspected illegal activities.
After taking a shower, Cong Chun was wearing a black vest. He had just paid the 50 yuan electricity bill yesterday morning.
He doesn't usually turn on the air conditioning, but since the young master wanted to, Duan Mingxiao added another thousand yuan to the electricity bill for the dormitory.
The fan spun slowly on the ceiling as Cong Chun sat in his seat drawing, his slender fingers holding a dark green pen, his strokes landing on the slightly yellowed paper.
A gentle breeze from the fan stirred his hair, and even his black vest billowed in the wind.
When Duan Mingxiao returned from taking a shower in the team's rest area, this was the scene he saw.
Cong Chun's arms were lean and wiry, and his back was slightly bent as he leaned over the table. However, he had a long neck with a prominent cervical bone.
Even at the Duan family home, Duan Mingxiao did not see Cong Chun wearing a vest.
Cong Chun's most frequent outfit was that light blue sheepskin pajama set. Even in pajamas, she wore short sleeves and long pants. Duan Mingxiao sometimes wondered if Cong Chun ever felt hot.
But he preferred to sleep with Cong Chun in his arms, as he could always feel a comforting coolness from him, and Cong Chun smelled very good.
If Duan Mingxiao hadn't known this fool well, he probably wouldn't have been willing to buy any perfume. He might have thought Cong Chun was wearing perfume to seduce him.
Cong Chun's ears twitched; the boy had noticed the door opening.
Then, putting down her paintbrush, Cong Chun turned to look at Duan Mingxiao, her droopy dog-like eyes revealing a gentle smile, and spoke.
"You're back."
Duan Mingxiao couldn't express how he felt.
I just felt a soft feeling in my heart, and I wanted to kiss him to death.
[That silly Chun always does things that seduce people, is she trying to seduce me? Definitely!]
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