Chapter 117 Song Mingji: She looks a lot like my little sister
Training ground.
Under Pei Jinwu's tutelage, Shang Xun's speed increased rapidly.
In the final training session, I finally broke the ten-minute mark.
This means that the top five are secured.
As long as China can make it into the top five, it will not be disqualified from participating in the next competition.
"Miss Pei, please have some water."
The black man held the water glass with both hands, bowing humbly, his face full of flattery, "It's a little hot, please be careful."
Seeing Shang Xun's sudden change, Blackie finally realized that the girl in front of him was quite capable.
Their attitude changed from initial contempt to respect... at this point, they could even be described as "sycophants".
"..."
Pei Jinwu took the water and casually raised her lips: "It wasn't poisoned, was it?"
"without."
The black man lowered his head in shame and said humbly, "I was blind and looked down on you before. I hope Miss Pei will be magnanimous and forgive me."
He was genuinely worried about China's racing industry, and he was also infuriated by that bastard J-Car God.
He doesn't have any bad intentions.
"oh."
Pei Jinwu raised an eyebrow and took a small sip.
The taste is not bad.
"Miss Pei, just give it to me."
As he spoke, he took the water glass and handed her the tissue box, chuckling, "What do you need? Just tell me."
Under her training, Shang Xun actually broke the ten-minute mark.
They never dared to dream of such an achievement before.
There is still a day and a half until the competition.
If I take another class, my speed might improve even further.
They must be treated with utmost care.
Just then.
My phone suddenly vibrated, and a message from Shang Shiyan popped up: [Wuwu, at the door]
The girl's lips curled into a smile, her face beaming with delight.
I understood it.
If you tell him you're leaving at seven o'clock, he'll know to come and pick you up.
"That's all for today," Pei Jinwu said calmly, glancing at the black-clad man.
"Miss Pei, are you leaving already?" The black-haired man's face darkened as he followed Pei Jinwu with small, hurried steps.
With the competition in two days, we naturally want Shang Xun to train more.
“If I keep watching him, Shang Xun will have a nervous breakdown.” Pei Jinwu smirked and said casually, “Watch him run a few more laps, record the video and send it to me.”
She was watching him closely, and Shang Xun was terrified and couldn't relax.
He might perform even better if he weren't there.
"But Shang Xun has many..."
"Do as I say."
Pei Jinwu stopped and looked at the black man's face, his tone serious: "With me here, China will not lose."
"..."
Upon hearing this and seeing the girl's resolute expression, the black man swallowed hard: "Yes."
With J-Car God Ya nowhere to be seen, all our hopes are pinned on Shang Xun.
Miss Pei is indeed quite capable...
He believed her when she said she wouldn't lose.
Anyway...
Try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
The rest is up to fate.
——
At the entrance of the training ground.
Shang Shiyan leaned lazily against the sports car, holding a milk tea in his left hand and talking on his phone in his right.
"Big brother..."
Shang Xun recounted Song Mingji's situation, his tone quite sharp: "That guy's eyes were fixed on Sister Wu; he definitely has ulterior motives."
"..."
Shang Shiyan listened, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.
"If Song Mingji really finds the J-God of Cars, what will Sister Wu do?" Shang Xun sighed.
At this moment.
The man then saw the waiting girl come out, followed by Song Mingji.
"He can't find it."
Shang Shiyan curled his lips into a smile, his voice clear and cold, his tone resolute.
"Brother, how did you know?" Shang Xun scratched his face. "I heard he contacted a hacker alliance."
This hacker group is incredibly powerful.
I've heard that if you pay enough, they can dig up your ancestors for eighteen generations.
"If I say no, then I won't."
Shang Shiyan sized up Song Mingji, and just as Shang Xun had said, this foreigner's eyes were practically glued to Wuwu.
Practice driving diligently.
After hanging up the phone, Shang Shiyan strode forward.
"Miss Pei..."
Song Mingji called out to Pei Jinwu, a faint smile on his lips, "Do you have time? Would you do me the honor of having a cup of coffee?"
Her driving skills today were very similar to those of the legendary driver, J.
J, the racing legend, is known for his exceptionally high level of skill.
Many race car drivers have tried to imitate this, only to end up crashing their cars and dying.
Most people wouldn't dare to learn this.
How did she learn it at such a young age?
Surely it couldn't be that the legendary driver himself personally teaches them, could it?
"Not very convenient."
Pei Jinwu gave him a cold glance and answered without any politeness.
She and the fake foreign devil were mortal enemies.
“Miss Pei…” Song Mingji stepped forward, getting closer to Pei Jinwu, and murmured in a hoarse voice, “It has nothing to do with racing, it’s a private matter.”
Private matters?
Pei Jinwu's expression was cold, and she didn't give him a friendly look.
There's not much more to say.
“Miss Pei looks a lot like an old friend of mine,” Song Mingji said in a hoarse voice.
He dreamed about her every night ever since he met her.
In my dream, her face overlapped with my younger sister's face.
He just wanted to ask about her family situation to avoid overthinking things.
"Oh." Pei Jinwu raised an eyebrow, her lips uttering cold words, each one deliberate and chilling: "Mr. Song, you wouldn't be implying that I look like your sister, would you?"
How did you know?
Song Mingji's pupils suddenly dilated as he stared at Pei Jinwu in disbelief.
"oh."
Pei Jinwu, hands in her pockets and chin slightly tilted back, mercilessly retorted, "This old-fashioned way of flirting isn't outdated overseas?"
"..."
Song Mingji stood there, his face flushing red and then pale, his expression serious: "Miss Pei, do you have any brothers or sisters at home...?"
"Fog."
Just as Song Mingji was about to explain, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from not far away.
They both turned around at the same time.
A tall, imposing man, bathed in the glow of the sunset, strode over with an imposing presence.
"milk tea."
Shang Shiyan inserted a straw into the milk tea and handed it to the little girl, saying, "It's a bit cold, don't drink it too fast."
Then.
His gaze fell on Song Mingji, filled with murderous intent.
"Let's go back to the car first." Shang Shiyan took the little girl's schoolbag and coaxed her gently, "I'll handle things here."
"oh."
Pei Jinwu nodded obediently, took a sip of milk tea, and explained sullenly, "I didn't agree to have coffee with him."
"Um?"
Shang Shiyan paused for two seconds, then laughed.
Is this girl afraid he'll misunderstand?
"I know." Shang Shiyan nodded, patted the little girl's hair, and chuckled, "Wuwu looks down on people like him."
"?"
Song Mingji frowned. What kind of person is he?
"oh."
Pei Jinwu bit her straw, feeling strange.
Why should she explain to Shang Shiyan?
Not wanting to face the man's burning gaze any longer, Pei Jinwu bit her lip and turned to walk towards the sports car.
"Miss Pei—"
Song Mingji was not giving up and tried to catch up.
"If you don't want to die, stay away from her."
Shang Shiyan stopped him, his body radiating a chilling aura, and warned him word by word.
"..."
Song Mingji was forced to stop, looked Shang Shiyan up and down, and said slowly:
"Excuse me, are you Miss Pei's..."
Judging by his age, he must be an uncle or elder brother, right?
——
good evening.
After making a few minor adjustments, Master Shang is about to offend his brother-in-law.
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