Fu Jie sat in the front row of the viewing area. The game was about to begin and most of the seats were occupied by people watching the game. This seat with a good view was specially reserved for him by Fu Xun.

There are two.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a slender figure approaching.

Yan Qingyue sat down next to her, wearing a warm woolen coat. The backs of her hands at the cuffs looked slightly pale, and her long hair hung by her face. She covered her lips and coughed softly.

Fu Jie asked the staff to bring a blanket and hand it to her.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Ever since I met Yan Qingyue, I have the impression that she has always been in poor health, frail and prone to catching colds.

She has no parents and came to the United States alone to attend music school.

I am quiet and don't like going out.

Ever since she helped Fu Jie escape death, and since she shared the same secret with him, Fu Jie inexplicably trusted her and soon treated her as a close friend, and would provide her with all the conveniences he could.

Fu Jie knew that she was a very famous singer on the Internet. She didn't show her face or reveal her real identity, so he hired a record company agent to take care of all the trivial matters for her. All she had to do was sing and compose lyrics.

It was understandable that Fu Xun could misunderstand his relationship with her.

…

The game begins.

The racing girl raised her arms high, and after two seconds of silence, she waved the flag down with all her might.

The signal was sent.

All the sports cars that had been roaring and ready to go on the starting line suddenly rushed out like a sharp shadow.

"Amy! Come on!"

The boy with naturally curly hair made a trumpet-like shape with his hands and shouted.

Amy gripped the steering wheel, snorted confidently, and after retracting her gaze from the rearview mirror, she looked clearly for her target.

She had already investigated it.

The license plate number of the girl who was praised and flattered by her suitor and his friends.

Found it.

A Bugatti, with its low chassis, smooth and gorgeous lines, and shiny black body, catches people's attention at first glance among a crowd of supercars.

Sheng Yuan was sitting inside.

She was right and had played racing before, so she squeezed out all the sports cars at the fastest speed and parked together with Sheng Yuan's car.

The intention of wanting to PK is obvious.

Sheng Yuan also noticed it, but was not interested in the inexplicable challenge from this strange girl.

Still in the warm-up lap.

She maintains a salty fish state, neither radical nor too far behind.

Shi Yan was driving a Lamborghini. The body and rear wing were both white, and the structure was very cool.

He followed Sheng Yuan at the same speed.

One black and one white, one in front and one behind, all of them were sitting there like salted fish.

Fu Xun's critical voice came from the helicopter on the intercom:

"Player 12 and Player 13, please stop being passive and move, okay?"

Sheng Yuan is No. 12 and Shi Yan is No. 13.

"Contestant No. 13, have some ideas of your own and don't blindly follow Contestant No. 12, OK?"

There were two beeps, and a response came from the channel.

"Just follow."

The clear and calm female voice belongs to Sheng Yuan.

then.

"Yes."

The low-pitched male voice is Shi Yan.

Fu Xun immediately yelled, and immediately turned around to instruct the referee: "Hurry up, these two players are slacking off, give them each a yellow card warning."

“…”

Come on, this is racing, not football.

Where the hell is the yellow card?

But what the boss said was like an imperial decree and no one dared to disobey, so the referee gave two yellow cards against his will.