Shen Jinmo chose the last group in the competition.
It started at 5:30.
Shen Jiarui asked him why he and Lu Zhiwei were assigned to the 5:30 AM group.
Shen Jinmo simply smiled and didn't tell him the reason.
Jiang Zhan specially held up a cheering sign today, and Lu Zhiwei saw him sitting in the audience with Ruan Jizhou.
She went over to say hello.
As soon as Lu Zhiwei left, Shen Jiarui reached out and grabbed Luo Wuyan's hand, pulling her aside and whispering in her ear, "If I win this time, can you promise me something?"
Luo Wuyan shrugged: "You can't beat me, so don't waste your time daydreaming."
"What if? Just tell me if you dare to say yes or no?" Shen Jiarui said persistently.
Luo Wuyan had nothing to be afraid of: "Sure, beat me first."
At this moment, Song Anran, who had arrived at the scene with Jiang Jingyu to offer her support, saw Shen Jiarui whispering something intimately into Luo Wuyan's ear, her eyes filled with a smile.
She couldn't help but go over to him under the guise of cheering him on.
"Young Master Shen, do your best today!"
"Thank you," Shen Jiarui said politely but distantly.
To be honest, he didn't like Song Anran. If she really became his sister-in-law, he wouldn't want to go back to the Shen family's old house.
Luo Wuyan also had no feelings for Song Anran and didn't want to deal with her, so she went to meet up with Lu Zhiwei while holding her helmet.
Watching Luo Wuyan's retreating figure, Song Anran continued to ask Shen Jiarui, "Do you like her?"
Shen Jiarui, his thoughts exposed, scratched his head: "Is it that obvious? She doesn't seem to have noticed at all."
"I heard you were very fond of Shen Shuyuan, the adopted daughter of the Shen family? How come you've already fallen for someone else so quickly? Besides, she doesn't seem to be the same type as Shen Shuyuan at all, does she?" Song Anran asked intentionally.
Shen Jiarui said seriously, "Yes, people's preferences change. At first, I couldn't believe that I would like that kind of tomboy, but the fact is, she is worth liking."
"What about Shen Shuyuan?"
"She...it's better not to mention her." All the youth and affection he gave were a joke.
What's there to worry about?
Shen Jiarui didn't continue chatting with Song Anran and ran off to chase after Luo Wuyan.
Song Anran bit her lip, found Jiang Jingyu's seat, and took her seat in the audience.
Jiang Jingyu doesn't like these kinds of competitions for young people.
But she knew that Shen Jinmo loved racing the most when he was young, but he had to put his passion aside due to pressure from the group.
As a mother, she should support his return to the competition.
Song Anran, sitting next to Jiang Jingyu, suddenly started chatting, "I just looked at the draw sheet, and Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo are in the same group."
"That vixen is really persistent. She just loves the feeling of being chased by my son, and she always pretends to be aloof and arrogant, rejecting him." Jiang Jingyu's elegant and noble face was full of disgust for Lu Zhiwei.
As a woman herself, how could she not know what a woman like Lu Zhiwei wanted?
"This is the best opportunity to get rid of her. It just so happens that several racers in her group are trained by a club in Yunzhou. Their profession is not to become the best on the track, but to help those who want to win by doing behind-the-scenes work."
Song Anran whispered in Jiang Jingyu's ear.
Jiang Jingyu immediately became interested: "How do you do it behind the scenes?"
"It means deliberately blocking the opponent, creating obstacles and dangers for them, and then letting your own people win."
After Song Anran's reminder.
Jiang Jingyu immediately realized what was happening.
She has plenty of money.
"Let their person in charge come to see me. I want Mo'er to be number one. My son must be number one. As for Lu Zhiwei, I'll make sure she never comes back."
Jiang Jingyu's head throbbed with pain whenever Lu Zhiwei was mentioned.
If she were to leave now, her son would settle down and get along well with Song Anran. Then they could happily have a baby, and the whole family would live happily ever after. That's exactly what she wanted.
The competition officially began at 3:00 AM.
Ten people form a group, and points are accumulated using time trial rules.
The driver rankings will be announced after the scores are released.
At three in the morning, the night sky was filled with the roar of motorcycles, a battle song.
Lu Zhiwei is preparing for the match in the rest area.
I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
She turned around while holding her phone.
Shen Jinmo, dressed in a dark black leather outfit, with a black helmet tucked under his arm and wearing black sneakers, stood behind her.
She had once fantasized about how captivating Shen Jinmo would look standing on the field.
Now I've seen it.
It's just so-so.
Lu Zhiwei raised her lips and said, "The location for this competition is really well chosen, allowing the Shen family to have absolute power. Why don't we just give you an award?"
She spoke in a deliberately sarcastic tone.
After the group draw results came out, she knew that the match had been rigged.
It must be the work of Shen Jinmo.
"Don't you want to have a match with me?" Shen Jinmo asked her in a hoarse voice.
"I'm not interested."
Afraid of losing?
"Ha, how ridiculous. I've never lost." Lu Zhiwei's tone was arrogant, but she had the right to be arrogant.
"There's only one person in racing history who has never lost a game. His name is Queen," Shen Jinmo emphasized.
There was no need for Lu Zhiwei to reveal her true identity.
Pick up the equipment from the chair, put it on, and get ready to enter.
5:30.
The final group's match is about to begin.
All the racers took to the track.
Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo appeared side by side on two adjacent tracks.
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