Chapter 122

The four people who returned to Jiangbei quickly switched working modes.

The working mode is naturally Jing Zeyou's usual style, while Jing Zeqian has some cooperation and contract termination issues that need to be resolved by him after Jiang Miaomiao was arrested.

And Jing Zejun really wanted to do what he said before, and he would join the set and film the day after the variety show ended.

As for Jing Yi, the championship game is not long away, and she is also planning to use the Shanchi Circuit to strengthen her training.

Jing Zeqian gave his 'Liema' racing car and team to Jing Yi. It wasn't that he couldn't afford new ones, but the time was short, and the hastily modified racing car was naturally not as good as Jing Zeqian's racing car.

But the biggest problem now is how she should tell Lin Ruiqing and his wife about this.

Jing Yi had lunch with Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng in the restaurant, looking thoughtful.

[How should I tell my parents about the racing event? Are they worried? If I had known earlier, I should have asked them about their attitude before signing up! 】

Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng looked at each other and saw the smile in each other's eyes.

Lin Ruiqing raised her head and asked deliberately: "Yiyi, you don't seem to have any appetite. Did something happen?" If she didn't say anything, Jingyi would probably only eat a few grains of rice for lunch.

Jing Yi bit her lower lip as various thoughts flashed through her mind. Finally she put down her chopsticks with a solemn expression, "Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you."

Jing Beicheng also looked at Jing Beicheng . Yi, waiting for what she will say next.

Jing Yi looked a little nervous, "I signed up for a racing competition." She lowered her head and waited for the two people's responses, but they didn't hear their voices for a long time.

Jing Yi raised her head and saw the smile on Lin Ruiqing's lips, and Jing Beicheng's expression was also very gentle.

Lin Ruiqing said with a smile: "I just signed up. It's not a bad thing.

Why are you so nervous?" Jing Yi's eyes widened, with some surprise in his voice, "Don't you think this is a dangerous thing? " Lin Ruiqing said softly: "Didn't Mom say it? There is no conflict between worry and support."

Jing Beicheng on the side also said: "It is a good thing that you have something you like. Although it is more dangerous, your mother and I I believe you will protect yourself."

This is the first time Jing Beicheng has said this to Jing Yi since he became a father.

Jing Yi's eyes were red, and she stood up and sat next to Lin Ruiqing, holding her arm, leaning gently on her shoulder, and said softly: "Mom, thank you."

Jing Beicheng coughed lightly.

Jing Yi finally realized that he didn't bring his father with him. He looked over with a sweet smile, "Thank you, Dad!" Jing Beicheng was satisfied now, "Since the competition is about to begin, I will give you some money later. Account."

Jing Yi, who has always been wealthy, is too embarrassed to take it. The fleet is all ready-made, and even the car belongs to Jing Zeqian.

Before she could say no, Jing Beicheng finalized the matter, "Sooner or later, money will be used. If you don't need it for the competition, just use it as pocket money."

Who has so much pocket money?

In the end, Jing Yi did not refuse success and went to the racing track with several more zeros in her net worth.

"Miss Jing"

is the coach of Jing Zeqian's racing team. Jing Zeqian recruited her to coach Jing Yi. She is in her forties, has slightly brown curly hair, a beard, and speaks Chinese very well. Awesome foreign man.

"Coach, just call me Jingyi."

The coach didn't care about the title. If Jing Zeqian hadn't given him too much money, he really wouldn't be interested in this sweet-looking little girl.

"Okay Jingyi, let's run around first and I'll record it." Let's check the level first. If it doesn't work, he still has to refuse.

Jing Yi didn't notice the coach's attitude and went directly to change into his racing suit.

The coach was sitting in the passenger seat, Jing Yi was holding the steering wheel, and his eyes began to change.

Seeing the change in Jing Yi's aura, the coach raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly a little surprised.

And his surprise had just begun.

The racing car is like an arrow off the string, strong horsepower sweeps in, and the rumble of the engine echoes in the air.

The car started off, speeding through the curves, its body almost touching the ground, as if it was integrating with the ground.

The coach's originally disapproving eyes suddenly changed, and he watched in disbelief as Jing Yi kept adjusting her direction until she completed a lap of the track.

Jing Yi opened the helmet lens and looked at the coach with a smile, "How about coach, where should I start to change?"