Chapter 112 Thank goodness it wasn't his sister, otherwise he would have given her a good beating.
"An F1 racing champion can't be unaware of the rules, can he?"
Seeing his expression gradually turn ugly, Pei Jinwu raised an eyebrow with pleasure, quite looking down on people who would stop at nothing to win.
While secretly investigating the whereabouts of J-God of Speed, they also created obstacles for China.
Do you still remember which national blood flows in your veins?
“How about…” Pei Jinwu waved her phone, a lazy smile playing on her lips, “call F1 headquarters and have them explain it to you personally?”
"..."
Song Mingji frowned, his face clouded with worry.
He was indeed afraid of affecting Shang Xun's training, which is why he selfishly forbade her from entering.
Unexpected.
Despite his young age, he's quite eloquent.
Not only are they familiar with the race rules, but they also know the phone number for F1 headquarters.
Did Shang Xun tell her?
"You'd better behave yourself."
With training time fast approaching, Song Mingji was too lazy to argue with her.
Mind your own business.
Pei Jinwu stood slouchingly, her voice cold and her eyes dark, "Fake foreigner."
"you--"
Song Mingji was speechless and was about to retort when the girl, with her hands in her pockets, swaggered past him.
Extremely arrogant.
"Oh."
Song Mingji stood with his hands on his hips, so angry he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
Who raised her? She's so pretty, but she speaks so rudely!
Thank goodness it wasn't his sister, otherwise...
I have to give her a good beating.
"Song." The assistant rushed over, taking in the scene before him, and said softly, "Why didn't you announce it to the public? You've applied to change your citizenship to Chinese?"
Many people outside are criticizing him.
“There’s no need.” Song Mingji picked up his helmet and walked out, his gaze following Pei Jinwu’s back. His voice was deep and muffled: “Besides, the nationality issue might not be resolved before the competition.”
The matter was being handled last year, but the US has been reluctant to release the person.
The process was only slightly accelerated after a considerable cost was paid.
If he can successfully change his nationality before the race, his racing results will be counted in China.
There are no problems with the subsequent matches.
If not...
Shang Xun had to make his own way.
That's why he was worried that Shang Xun's poor performance would affect China's motorsports industry.
"Oh, right..."
Song Mingji stopped, his expression turning serious. "How's the matter I assigned you?"
"The Heavenly Secrets Group does not accept orders."
The assistant bowed his head and replied respectfully, "I'll contact the S Alliance's hacker alliance."
Tianji Group and Hacker Alliance are two of the top hacker groups in China.
It is just as good as any other country.
"As you instructed, this time I will only request to find J the Car God."
after all.
It takes a lot of time and effort for family members to find them, so it can be done at any time.
The matter of J, the racing legend, is now urgent.
"Um."
Song Mingji nodded and put on his helmet: "The competition is only a few days away. Tell them to find the person as soon as possible."
"yes."
The assistant nodded, feeling endless admiration.
Song is truly dedicated to the development of motorsports in China.
He won't hold back when someone calls him a foreign devil or an ingrate.
——
Training ground.
In the private lounge.
Shang Xun was bending over, carefully preparing fruit for Pei Jinwu.
The black man sat on the ground, his hair disheveled, staring blankly at his phone screen, utterly dejected.
Pei Jinwu lowered her eyes slightly to see the content on the screen.
oh.
Her chat page.
The black man sent many messages, all of which were rejected.
"Is he alright?"
Seeing his dazed look, Pei Jinwu blinked and asked curiously.
"fine."
Shang Xun stepped forward with the fruit, laughing in a silly way, "I was heartbroken by that heartless J racing god, but I'll be fine in a couple of days."
The heartless J-Car God: "..."
"Let's go, Sister Wu." Shang Xun, holding two helmets, put away his casual demeanor and became serious and calm.
He has to train hard and break into the top five.
otherwise--
Shang Xun glanced back at the black ghost, who was now just an empty shell, and shook his head.
If he really loses the game, he might really go crazy.
"Um."
Pei Jinwu slightly curved her lips, took the helmet, and sat in the passenger seat.
"Run it once, just like I taught you yesterday."
"yes."
As Shang Xun straightened his back and was about to start his sports car, he caught a glimpse of the man in lane 1 out of the corner of his eye.
"Sister Wu, it's Song Mingji!"
Shang Xun's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.
Oh shit.
This is a triple crown winner.
Besides J, the race god, the person he admires most is Song Mingji.
Training with him at the same time was incredibly nerve-wracking.
It's a pity that he has Chinese blood flowing in his veins, yet he helps those bastards bully them...
"And what about him?"
Pei Jinwu fastened her seatbelt, her tone cold and languid, "Ready, we'll depart in three seconds."
To her, the other person seemed to be nothing more than an insignificant cat or dog.
"yes."
Shang Xun wiped away his cold sweat and cautiously reminded her, "Sister Wu, Song Mingji's running style is pretty reckless. Let's try to stay away from him."
"..."
Pei Jinwu glanced at him, her eyes filled with disdain.
Three seconds later.
Shang Xun straightened his posture and started the engine.
The sports car sped off the track at an extremely high speed.
Song Mingji also set off at the same time as him.
At the beginning, the two sides were at similar speeds.
Shang Xun knew that this was just Song Mingji's strategy; the real power lay in the halfway point.
"Accelerate the engine."
Pei Jinwu sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, casually looking at the road ahead. "Keep to the right and drive steadily."
"..."
Shang Xun gripped the steering wheel, extremely nervous.
Fearing that he would repeat yesterday's mistake and get his head smashed by Sister Wu.
"You drove well."
Having perfectly navigated the first bend, Pei Jinwu's lips unconsciously curved upwards slightly, her tone still stern, "Accelerate, decelerate, accelerate again, and then lean into the final bend."
“But…” Shang Xun’s back was covered in cold sweat, and his voice was hoarse, “Song Mingji is on the left, and it’s easy for them to collide.”
"Won't."
Pei Jinwu glanced at the other car in the rearview mirror.
Tsk.
Three-time champions, but his driving skills are nothing special.
"Just do as I say." Pei Jinwu frowned, her voice suddenly turning cold. "You're afraid of death, and so is he."
Racing isn't just about driving skills; mental fortitude is also crucial.
This bend is particularly dangerous; if you hesitate even slightly, the car behind you will overtake you.
A few seconds can create a fatal distance.
"yes."
Shang Xun had never driven like this before. Heeding Pei Jinwu's advice, he boldly bent the car.
"Sizzle—"
The tires made a sharp sound as they contacted the ground, kicking up a thick layer of dust across the entire track.
"..."
Looking at the car beside him, Song Mingji narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a hint of surprise.
Shang Xun actually dared to accelerate, decelerate, and accelerate again at this position...
They're really not afraid of the vehicle overturning.
If I remember correctly, he had never driven like this before.
Who taught him?
This technology is not something that ordinary people can control.
Song Mingji sped up, paralleling the other vehicle, and made out the person in the driver's seat.
The girl was holding a bitten apple in her left hand and helping Shang Xun control the steering wheel with her right hand, teaching Shang Xun racing skills.
Song Mingji was slightly taken aback.
It's her.
That girl has a sharp tongue.
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