Chapter 113. With her delicate appearance, does she look like a master?
"..."
Every word she uttered was highly professional.
He didn't even know some of the more subtle racing techniques.
She actually knows all this?!
Judging from her skill in holding the steering wheel and controlling the brake and accelerator, it's easy to tell.
Not only do they understand, they know a lot.
How could a girl in her early teens be so skilled at racing?
"..."
Song Mingji was only distracted for two seconds when the flashy red sports car overtook him.
Song Mingji frowned slightly and accelerated.
Two cars, on the training ground, it looked like neither of them could escape.
Holy crap!
The other racers who were resting around the area saw the spectacular scene before them and stood up to stare at the big screen, letting out sighs of amazement.
"I'm not seeing things, am I? The sports car that's on par with Song Shen's is from China?"
“That’s right,” the blond man said, his blue eyes widening. “When did China become so powerful?”
Prior to this.
They never took the fallen China seriously.
They were even certain that this would be their last time participating in an F1 race.
In just two days, the changes have been enormous.
what happened?
"Could it be that some expert has given you guidance?" The bespectacled man chewed his gum, a half-smile on his face.
"A master?" Upon hearing this, the surrounding racers burst into laughter. "You're not talking about the girl next to him, are you?"
"..."
Everyone looked towards the passenger seat.
The next second.
Loud, grating laughter and vulgar comments erupted from the crowd.
"Where will you give guidance? I'll only believe you if it's in bed!"
They had never seen a woman dare to do this extreme sport before.
Not to mention...
These are Chinese women who look delicate and frail.
"China is in very good form today. If this continues, there is a high chance that they will break into the top five."
Upon hearing this, the smiles of the other racers vying for a top-five finish instantly froze.
If China gets into the top five, won't they be the ones kicked out of the competition next year?
To avoid this from happening, they must take precautions in advance.
Thinking about this...
The foreigners exchanged glances, their faces revealing shrewd and cunning smiles.
——
Two minutes later.
Song Mingji was the first to finish the race and successfully crossed the finish line.
This result was two seconds slower than he had expected.
The reason was that Shang Xun's car kept changing racing techniques, forcing him to adjust his speed.
Furthermore, because the image of the "little girl" was always in my mind, it somewhat affected my performance.
Ten minutes and three seconds later.
Shang Xun's red sports car followed closely behind, speeding across the finish line.
"Wow!"
Upon seeing the time, Shang Xun rubbed her eyes in shock and asked incredulously, "Sister Wu, am I seeing things?"
Did he really manage to run away at that time?
You have to understand, the training lasted for such a long time.
His best time was eleven minutes, but this time he was so much faster.
Ahhh.
He broke the eleven-minute mark for the first time.
If he maintains this pace, he can definitely finish in the top five.
There is hope for China's motorsports industry.
"You still have the nerve to laugh at a time like this."
Pei Jinwu took off her helmet, casually tossed it into the passenger seat, and stared at him coldly.
He launched into a tirade of abuse.
If he hadn't hesitated and dared not speed up halfway through...
The time could have been a few seconds faster.
"..."
Shang Xun lowered his head and obediently listened to the scolding.
Sister Wu is awesome.
She'll hurl insults as long as she can win.
"Get ready, let's run one more lap."
Pei Jinwu casually took a piece of candy out of her bag and put it in her mouth, instantly improving her mood.
The second round of training has officially begun.
this time.
Song Mingji didn't move, but stood quietly in front of the monitor.
Their every move was observed.
The girl said that Shang Xun made timely adjustments.
It's faster and more stable than in the first round.
The progress has been remarkably rapid.
Song Mingji crossed his arms over his chest, a deep smile curving his lips, a smile he hadn't seen in a long time appearing on his face.
"Song, what are you laughing at?"
When the assistant arrived at the finish line, he was surprised to see the smile on Song Mingji's face.
It's been so long since I've seen him smile.
"Don't you think..." Song Mingji narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly, "this girl has a bit of the J-God's flair, doesn't she?"
Especially the racing style, it's really similar.
Why haven't we seen her in domestic and international competitions?
"Her?" The assistant glanced at Pei Jinwu and laughed. "How can she compare to J-Car God?"
J is a legend in the racing world.
Even Song himself had to bow his head when speaking in her presence.
"With some training, he might become the next J-Car God," Song Mingji said thoughtfully.
No wonder Shang Xun brought her to the training ground.
Where did he find this treasure?
"Song, you mean..." the assistant paused, then tentatively asked, "...you want to take her on as your apprentice?"
"..."
Song Mingji smiled but remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
If she is willing, he will certainly teach her everything he knows.
If possible, he would like to ask J, the racing legend, to personally teach him.
The first female driver in Formula 1 history came from China...
This news will absolutely shock the world.
only--
His application to join the team closes tonight, so he should go talk to her now...
He wasn't very nice at first and offended the girl.
I don't know if I can coax him back.
——
Ten minutes later.
Shang Xun dashes into the finish line.
It's three seconds faster than last time.
With a little more effort, we can break into the ten-minute mark.
If you make it in, you can not only guarantee a top-five finish, but you might even be in the top three.
That's enough for today. You get back to practice.
As Pei Jinwu explained the precautions and packed her things to leave, she bumped into a tall figure.
oh.
An impolite fake foreigner.
unlucky.
"What's the matter?"
Upon seeing Song Mingji, Shang Xun immediately blocked her way, staring at her warily.
Although he admired Song Mingji, national interests came first, and guarding the country's borders was of utmost importance.
The fake foreign devil is his enemy.
"Would it be convenient for us to say a few words?"
Song Mingji ignored Shang Xun, staring at Pei Jinwu, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"inconvenient."
Pei Jinwu tilted her head slightly, her face cold and her tone indifferent and distant.
"..."
Song Mingji stood there, choked for a moment, and tried to catch his breath.
She has quite a temper.
It seems she's not easy to appease.
“Miss Pei, I apologize for my rudeness earlier.” Song Mingji pursed his lips, his attitude sincere. “At first, I was indeed worried that you would affect the race car driver training. After all…”
The chances of a woman appearing on the F1 circuit are practically zero.
Who would have thought that a girl in her early teens would be a sparring partner?!
Unbelievable!
"Your skills are quite good, so why haven't we seen you competing in domestic or international tournaments?"
Has anyone ever said that your racing style is similar to that of J.J. Car God?
"You know J the racing legend, right?"
"..."
Hearing his incessant chatter, Pei Jinwu finally looked up and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"
"..."
Song Mingji had originally intended to be more tactful, but since the other party had clearly guessed his meaning, he spoke bluntly: "Are you interested in joining my team? My team will serve China in the future—"
"Holy crap."
Before Song Mingji could finish speaking, Shang Xun lost his composure.
No wonder he was staring intently at Sister Wu while he was talking, and he was practically drooling.
After all that effort...
They're poaching our employees.
——
good evening.
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