Chapter 47 Forty-seven Heroes
Zhou Heng used his connections to investigate Yan Manxing's family files and found out that he had a female brother who was serving in the army.
He began to approach Yan Manxing quietly and make friends with him.
Yan Manxing is a simple and honest male insect. Zhou Heng became friends with him after simply showing his goodwill a few times.
Zhou Heng casually picked up the mecha theory book on his desk, opened the first page and saw a picture of a cyan racing car with the word "Zhan" written on it.
Zhou Heng, who is well-versed in the racing world, naturally knows this cyan racer. He is also considered a little car god in the racing world. He can drive a B-class male insect on the F2 track and even win the championship by crushing many A-class male insects in the city championship!
You should know that in the F2 track, the minimum requirement for male insects is A level.
Afterwards, many fans suspected Zhan Fei of fraud, suspecting that he was definitely more than just a Class B male insect... Helplessly, Zhan Fei had his ability level retested, and it turned out that he was indeed a Class B male insect.
Yan Manxing came back from fetching water and saw Zhou Heng staring at Zhan Shen's race car for a long time. His face was filled with excitement. "Heng, do you also think Zhan Shen is great? I think he is the pride of us B-level male insects!"
Seeing Yan Manxing's perverted look, Zhou Heng swallowed back the words "you B-level male insects" and said, "He is very powerful, but my idol is someone else."
"Who?" Yan Manxing was indignant, his anger reaching its peak. "Who on earth is this blind fellow who has squeezed out Zhan Shen's place in my brothers' hearts?"
Zhou Heng pointed upwards.
Yan Manxing clenched his lips into an O shape, somewhat incredulous, "Could it be Z?"
Zhou Heng did not deny it.
Yan Manxing naturally knew Z. He was the true legend in the racing world and the real top racing god!
He made his debut at the age of 12 and won the city-level F1 track championship as soon as he debuted.
At the age of 13, he won the Imperial Star F1 Circuit Championship.
At the age of 14, he won the Empire F1 Circuit Championship.
After that, he won every Empire F1 Circuit Championship...
Whenever he appears on the field, he is the champion.
It’s just that God Z is very mysterious. Every time he appears on the field, he wears a white tongue depressor on his head and a black mask on his face. Except for his eyes, nothing can be seen.
Thinking of this, Yan Manxing also dug out the photo of Z God participating in the Empire F1 Circuit Race last year and compared it with Zhou Heng: "Hey, Ah Heng, you know what, your eyes are really similar to Z God's."
Zhou Heng smiled playfully, "Really? It's really my honor."
"You kid." Yan Manxing punched Zhou Heng on the shoulder. When he wanted to say something else, the class bell rang, so he had to shut up.
After class, Zhou Heng grabbed Yan Manxing's wrist and said, "I heard that First City is going to hold an F3 race in a few days. The prize is a youth-class racing car. Are you interested?"
Yan Manxing was certainly interested. He'd always wanted to buy a youth-class racing car, but his father and brothers wouldn't let him drive, so they'd never agreed to buy him one... Now that this event was happening, he was just jumping in with all his might!
"Interested, interested!" Yan Manxing grabbed Zhou Heng's wrist. "But I heard that you have to be a member of the First City Racing Association to participate. Ah Heng, do you have any ideas?"
"Of course I do." Zhou Heng was the nominal vice president of the Imperial Star Racing Association, so he naturally had plenty of ways. "I can help you sign up, but I have a request."
"What's your request?" Yan Manxing blinked his eyes, looking eager. "As long as I can satisfy you, let alone going through fire and water, even if Ah Heng wants the stars in the sky, I will satisfy you."
"Well, I heard you have a female brother who looks a lot like you. I'd like to meet him."
"Ah?" Yan Manxing looked at Zhou Heng in horror, covering her mouth in disbelief. "You're not interested in me, are you? I only like females, so you can't turn your attention to my female brother, right?"
"Please go smoothly." Zhou Heng rolled his eyes and turned away indifferently, "If you always refuse, forget it."
"I promise, I promise!" Yan Manxing caught up with him and put his arm around Zhou Heng's shoulders like a good brother. "When do you want to see my brother? My brother is a rather aloof person and won't give me any face. I have to find a reason to trick him into coming here."
"On the day of the competition."
After Yan Changyue and his soldiers finished their camping training, he saw the message from his stupid brother.
——Brother, I’m participating in the F3 Formula One race the day after tomorrow. Can you come and cheer me on? ~ Attached is a pitiful emoticon pack.
The stupid younger brother usually calls him brother, rarely calls him elder brother.
Generally, when someone calls someone brother, it means they have something to ask of him.
Yan Changyue pursed her lips and replied: Send me the time and place.
As soon as Yan Manxing received the message, he smiled and immediately sent the location and time.
"It's done!" Yan Manxing smiled foolishly and immediately informed Zhou Heng: "Sign up for me quickly!"
Two days later at ten o'clock, Yan Changyue, wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, walked to the F3 Formula One race track that his stupid brother had mentioned.
As soon as he entered the arena, he heard the enthusiastic shouts of the spectators—Qingyu! Qingyu!
Yan Changyue frowned slightly when he heard the noisy sound. It was indeed too noisy.
Before he could decide where to go, he heard the voice of his stupid brother - "Brother, brother, here!"
When Yan Changyue turned his head, he saw his stupid brother shaking his hands stupidly!
Speaking of the two Yan brothers, they have similar body shapes and looks, but when they see Yan Changyue, they all praise him as a cold and noble young man, while when they see Yan Manxing, they only think of one word - the stupid hero of a landlord!
It’s really a different temperament that creates a different image.
"Aren't you competing?" Yan Changyue walked to Yan Manying's side. With his tall stature, he could see the entire stadium at a glance.
A cyan No. 8 car did a beautiful triple drift and left the No. 6 car in front of it behind.
Then, the number 8 car showed off its skills, performing all kinds of unprecedented and difficult moves...
"Didn't he get eliminated from the preliminary round?" Yan Manxing smiled innocently and scratched his head. Seeing him staring at Number Eight, he said happily, "Brother, Number Eight is amazing, isn't he?"
Seeing the smooth and fast racing of No. 8, Yan Changyue's adrenaline surged. He had no idea that racing could be so exciting. He had always thought that racing was just like a stupid little brother...
"Number eight is that Qingyu?"
"No way! Qingyu doesn't have such high driving skills, he's just a guy who wants fame!" Yan Manxing curled his lips and snorted a few times: "Such an amazing number eight is my classmate!"
The fans watching were very angry about Yan Manxing's words, but they couldn't find any reason to refute it. It was because the driver No. 8 was a very skilled and mature driver, and even had a bit of the aura of God Z.
Listening to the screams and cries of the insects, Yan Manxing knew it was about to end.
So he shouted along with the insects.
Number eight! Number eight!
Number 8! You’re the best!
Yan Changyue watched car number eight rush to the finish line first, secretly looking forward to what kind of demeanor this male insect would have.
Only when he really came down to it did he realize that some words were too shallow.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her dark eyes were like the bright crescent moon, penetrating directly into the heart. Her cool, blood-red lips, paired with her messy, ink-black short hair, made her look like a night elf.
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