Chapter 110 The New Brother Appears? This Feeling... So Familiar!
Huagao.
office.
"You're going to skip four evening study sessions in a row?" The head of student affairs held up the leave slip, his expression serious. "No, there will be exams every night from now on."
Although her grades were indeed good, how could she be so lucky as to get perfect scores every time?
An arrogant army is bound to be defeated.
Don't let us fail at the crucial moment.
"I know."
Pei Jinwu nodded, her attitude exceptionally good, "Therefore, I'm applying to take the exam early."
That way, it won't count as falling behind in your studies, right?
Taking the exam early?
"Agreed, agreed, we agree."
Before the dean of students could speak, the teachers in the office responded in unison.
They didn't get enough of the perfect score test paper from last time.
The eccentric old physicist, in particular, was incredibly agitated, shouting, "Give her the leave slip! Give it to her right now!"
"...You should all spoil her."
The head of student affairs, mouth agape, reluctantly stamped the leave application and stormed out of the office.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly came back and said, "If you don't get high scores, I'll deduct your wages."
"..."
The other teachers looked at Pei Jinwu, their faces clearly saying: They didn't want their pay docked!
"..."
Pei Jinwu tilted her head, one corner of her mouth slightly upturned, revealing a reassuring smile.
Look.
That confident smile.
All the teachers breathed a sigh of relief.
then.
Pei Jinwu used her lunch break every day to do practice tests and asked for leave in the evening.
"Fine, you can go now."
The Chinese teacher, holding a perfect score test paper, smiled brightly and said, "Walk slowly, don't fall."
She is now a national treasure of Huagao, and no mistakes can be made.
——
F1 racing circuit.
It is located on the mountain road north of the capital.
The race was prepared two years in advance, and the track was completed well in advance.
Registration will be open at any time before the competition begins.
All participants can conduct pre-race training on the track.
Pei Jinwu specially went home to change her clothes.
He wore a black windbreaker with black pants and a matching black baseball cap, the brim pulled down slightly, revealing only his delicate jawline.
The scene was packed with race car drivers from all over the world.
Under the blazing sun, dust flew everywhere.
"Sister Wu."
Shang Xun was already waiting at the racetrack. Upon seeing Pei Jinwu, he immediately led the black man forward, saying, "This is the little wild one I told you about... no, the god-like racer!"
"Her?"
Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, the black man was speechless for a moment, blurting out, "No, you're not seeing things, are you?"
This delicate girl, who even frowns when the sun is shining?
A legendary driver?
You must be kidding!
"It's me, what's wrong?"
Hearing the disdain in the black man's words, Pei Jinwu turned her head slightly, her nonchalant tone intriguing.
"..."
The black man immediately got goosebumps from that look and felt inexplicably uneasy.
"You'll see my skills in a moment."
Shang Xun was too lazy to explain to him, so he grabbed the helmet from his arms and handed it to Pei Jinwu with both hands.
"..."
Pei Jinwu took the helmet, put it on, and glared at the black man without hesitation as she passed by.
"..."
The black man touched his hair, feeling uneasy.
Is Shang Xun really not chasing after girls?
no.
He still needs to find a way to contact J, the racing legend, and persuade her to participate in the race.
——
This competition.
Only Shang Xun from China met the points requirement and was eligible to register.
But he was unlucky and drew a track on the side of the road.
On this type of track, it's easy to lose speed and go off course when making sharp turns.
They are also more susceptible to the influence of other competitors, which can lead to their vehicles overturning.
No wonder Shang Xun was so anxious.
"Sister Wu, that's my car up ahead, isn't it cool?" Shang Xun walked beside her, a bright smile on his face, waiting for praise.
"..."
Pei Jinwu glanced at her; the flamboyant red dress made her look like a butterfly.
It's so ugly it's unbearable to look at.
"Sister Wu, look! It's Song Mingji's car!"
"who?"
Hearing Shang Xun shouting, Pei Jinwu followed his gaze.
A modified, misty blue race car was parked on track number 1.
The car door opened.
A tall, imposing man in racing gear slowly stepped out of the car.
That silhouette...
Pei Jinwu narrowed her eyes, her heart suddenly tightening.
It feels so familiar.
I vaguely remember seeing it somewhere before.
“He is Song Mingji,” Shang Xun explained patiently. “The champion of the last two F1 races. According to industry rumors, the only ones who can match him are himself and J.J. the racing god.”
"Forget it, talking about her is bad luck."
Mentioning J, the racing legend, Shang Xun got emo again.
If J, the racing legend, could come, would he need to train people like a dog, exhausting himself with the task?!
"Shut up."
Pei Jinwu spoke up in displeasure, coldly ordering, "Get in the car."
"Okay."
Shang Xun immediately shut up and obediently climbed into the driver's seat.
"Take a lap, and I'll take a look at your problem."
Pei Jinwu fastened her seatbelt and turned her head to look outside, just in time to see Song Mingji, who was checking the vehicle.
Both men were wearing helmets, so only their blurry outlines could be seen.
Even through the windshield, Pei Jinwu could still sense the other person's unfriendly attitude.
That's right.
I really dislike her.
"..."
Pei Jinwu glared back without hesitation, just as she was pondering where the sense of familiarity came from.
"call out--"
Shang Xun started the race car and sped off.
"Song, what's wrong?"
Seeing Song Mingji in a daze, the assistant asked curiously.
"Is the number 10 driver a Chinese race car driver?" Song Mingji stared at the red race car and asked in a low voice.
"Yes," the assistant replied.
"This level is still a bit lacking." Song Mingji saw the problem at a glance, his voice lazy. "Your technique is lacking, and you're still chasing girls during training? China's racing industry is truly hopeless."
"By the way, any news about J the racing god?"
Song Mingji walked into the lounge, took off his helmet, revealing a young and handsome Asian face.
With deep, narrow eyes, thick eyebrows, and a high nose bridge, he possessed an exceptional aura.
"No."
The assistant took the helmet and answered respectfully.
You need to know.
J, the racing legend, is Song Mingji's idol.
Those three years of racing greatly motivated him to train, and he finally got to compete on the track alongside her...
Who knew?
J, the racing legend, announced his retirement from racing without any warning.
Three years have passed, and there has been no further news.
Originally, China would not have been able to secure the F1 race this year under its circumstances.
Song Mingji went to great lengths to force the racing legend J to show up, and it was only then that he succeeded.
No news?
Song Mingji sat on the sofa, drinking iced soda, his eyes filled with a terrifying depth.
Knowing J, the racing legend, he knew she couldn't possibly stand idly by.
Which step went wrong?
"And..." Song Mingji put down his soda, tidied his hair, and his expression turned serious, "Do you have any news about my family?"
Song Mingji knew from a young age that he was not a member of the Song family.
I have parents, brothers, and sisters...
However, an accident happened when I was a child, and I was separated from them.
He has been searching for this all these years.
But with so few clues, he often wondered if his memory was playing tricks on him.
perhaps……
His family members all died long ago.
——
good evening.
Hehe, another older brother has joined the group, another group favorite!
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