Chapter 4 Racing
Xie Yu just rubbed his head, then let go and gave a concise command: "Wipe it."
Shen Ci held down the blanket and put his wet shirt aside. He wiped the water off his body and watched Xie Yu turn the air conditioner knob. Warm air flowed in and the car instantly became warm.
After doing all this, Xie Yu turned the steering wheel right, and the Bentley drew a beautiful arc in the rain. The two rows of matrix headlights turned on and turned onto the main road.
Shen Ci sat in the passenger seat wrapped in a blanket, not saying a word. He would glance at Xie Yu from the corner of his eyes from time to time, then quickly look away, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xie Yu: "Don't you want to ask where we are going?"
Shen Ci: "Where are we going?"
Xie Yu said: "Originally we were going to go racing, but now we have to go buy you some clothes first."
He looked critically at the shirt that Shen Ci took off, sneered, and said, “This kind of cheap street stall goods will only make me lose face if I take it out.”
The system requirements made Shen Ci feel embarrassed. According to Xie Yu's experience, good students like Shen Ci have noble personalities and high self-esteem. This can be seen from the meticulous attention to detail of his clothes, which are washed until they are white. Even though he is poor, Shen Ci tries his best to maintain his external image and cannot bear to hear others expose his shortcomings. Xie Yu pointed it out directly, and he expected that he would be embarrassed.
I can't use physical force, I can only speak more rudely to barely maintain my character.
As expected, Shen Ci turned his head and looked at him, his expression was inexplicable, and he didn't say anything.
Xie Yu didn't expect him to talk. He drove into the underground parking lot of the mall, braked and stopped, took out the car key and got out, saying, "You look so miserable, don't get out. Tell me your measurements."
Shen Ci raised his eyes and slowly reported three numbers.
Xie Yu rolled the number on the tip of his tongue, glanced at Shen Ci's waistline unnaturally, and thought to himself: "It's really that thin."
Although he had seen it on the first day, Xie Yu considered himself a gentleman and looked away after a quick glance. Now that he heard the exact number, he couldn't help but smack his lips: "Sure enough, she is the protagonist of the post. She has a pretty standard figure."
He got up and went upstairs to look around the brands that the original owner often bought. The original owner was very wealthy and never looked at the prices when choosing clothes, so Xie Yu didn't look either. He scanned the store and ordered everything that was almost acceptable. Finally, he counted out a dozen pieces, snapped his fingers, and asked the clerk to pack them up and send them to the parking lot and put them on the back seat.
He sat back in the driver's seat and raised his chin to signal Shen Ci: “Pick one and change into it.”
Chen Ci reached out to grab it. The boxes in the back row were all hot-stamped black and gold, padded with velvet and wrapped with release paper. He pulled out a shirt with a pointed collar, straight sleeves, and compact and powerful seams. It was the style of an old European gentleman. As soon as he touched it, he knew it was made of excellent material.
Shen Ci looked at Xie Yu: "Send it to me?"
Xie Yu sneered: "Can I still let you buy it? Can you afford it?"
He started the engine and said unhappily, "Fasten your seat belts, we're going to be late."
Shen Ci buckled his belt and turned to look at Xie Yu. Young Master Xie's handsome eyebrows were embedded in the rain, and he looked quite stern. With a click, the seat belt locked. Xie Yu turned the steering wheel, and the Bentley increased its horsepower and rushed into the rain.
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The racetrack is located in the suburbs of Jiangcheng, about 40 minutes' drive from A, close to a scenic spot and a golf course covering thousands of acres nearby. The rich have fenced off large tracts of land in this place where every inch of land is valuable, cleared the native vegetation, replaced it with all kinds of precious flowers and trees, and called it "original and natural" for entertainment and leisure.
When Xie Yu arrived by car, the rain had stopped, with only a few raindrops about to float. He drove the car to the parking lot and saw a person standing at the door from a distance.
He Zhiyuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, chatting and laughing with a female companion. He looked at Xie Yu and waved his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him: "Mr. Xie, you came so late, want a cigarette?"
Xie Yu pushed him away: "I haven't been feeling well lately, so I'm quitting."
The original owner liked to smoke, but the system brought him here directly when signing the contract. This is Xie Yu’s own body and he doesn’t have this habit.
He Zhiyuan looked him up and down: "It's a rare thing. You are so tall and have long legs, you don't look like you are in poor health."
Xie Yu said, "The problem inside the body cannot be seen from the outside." He glanced behind He Zhiyuan and changed the subject, "Who is this beautiful girl? Why don't you introduce her to me?"
He Zhiyuan introduced the girl behind him: "Oh, Lin Yin, my girlfriend, she plays the flute at the Conservatory of Music. Please take care of her."
The girl had bright eyes and wore light makeup. She greeted him stiffly.
Xie Yu nodded in greeting, as if they were acquaintances, and said, "I will naturally take care of Zhiyuan's girlfriend."
Lin Yin smiled and greeted them, then tactfully took a step back to leave space for the two of them.
He said he was talking about a girlfriend, but in fact she was just a temporary female companion. He Zhiyuan was not particular about gender, and he would always bring a companion with him when he went out to play. Moreover, his tastes were changeable. A while ago, he liked mature men and women in the entertainment industry, and they had to have sexy red lips. Later, he also dated anchors, and he liked young girls. Recently, he felt that these were too unchallenging, so he changed his personality and started to want to play with bookish and cultured people. That's why he started dating a good girl from a music conservatory.
If we talk about the scholarly atmosphere among those present, the best one is not Lin Yin, but Chen Ci from A University.
Although He Zhiyuan was holding Lin Yin's arm, he tilted his head and looked behind Xie Yu: "This one? Mr. Xie, would you mind introducing her?"
This He in the book is not a serious person. Xie Yu had no intention of introducing Shen Ci to him. He changed the subject lightly: "He is an insignificant person. He looks good, so I am taking him for fun... Why are we standing at the door? Aren't we going in?"
He Zhiyuan said happily: "Why not wait for Zhou Yang? This guy just bought a limited edition motorcycle and insisted on riding it here."
There are also groups among the playboys. Xie Yu, He Zhiyuan, and Zhou Yang are all well-known playboys in Jiangcheng. They can be considered a small group of like-minded people.
After a while, the roar of a motorcycle was heard from afar on the road. A figure wearing a helmet and a black windbreaker rushed down the main road, then drifted in front of them and braked.
Xie Yu also rode a motorcycle, but his was of medium price. Although not cheap, it was still different from the real rich second generation. Zhou Yang's motorcycle was a modified Augusta flagship model, with a retro single round headlight, a streamlined body, and painted dark red, which was both bold and beautiful.
Zhou Yang took off his helmet and got out of the car. Seeing Xie Yu looking at his car, he smiled and said, "It's new. Isn't it cool?"
Xie Yu said sincerely: "Cool, lend it to me later."
Zhou Yang: "No problem."
He didn't bring any companions with him, and he walked inside holding Xie Yu and He Zhiyuan.
This is a very standard racing venue, with stands on all four sides of the venue divided into several areas, ABCD. This is considered an internal arrangement among the rich second generation, and there are very few spectators in the stands.
Xie Yu looked around and asked, "Where should we sit?"
Hearing this, He Zhiyuan looked at him strangely: "Why are you still sitting? The game is about to start, aren't you going to get in the car?"
Xie Yu paused.
His tone was subtle: "I'll go to the car?"
He Zhiyuan walked straight to the track and said as a matter of course: "Of course, go to the car...Are you tired and want to rest? Then you can go to the players' lounge and sit for a while, but the last game is almost over, so you have to move quickly."
Xie Yu's expression was stiff, and he repeated: "... contestant?"
He had a serious and stern face, as if he was facing a catastrophe. He frantically called out to the system, "Fuck, system, the original owner is a racing driver? Didn't I come to watch the race?"
The system's sleepy voice came: "I've already said that the original owner is a rich second-generation who likes to seek excitement. What's the point of watching a race car? Of course I have to go racing myself."
Xie Yu: “…”
He almost couldn't hold back his expression: "Brother, you know you need a license to drive a racing car, right? You know you need to pass the training of the Automobile Sports Federation and complete the exam to participate in racing competitions, right?"
The system was inexplicable: "I know, the original owner has proof."
Xie Yu: “…”
He couldn't help but swear: "The original owner has a fucking certificate, but I don't have one!"
Xie Yu's family is of average economic status. His father is a spendthrift and a drunkard. He raised Xie Yu with just a tiny monthly salary. Xie Yu's financial situation improved only after he started working. He has never touched a racing car since he was a child. His driver's license is still a C1 he got two years ago. Any car on the field has a speed of over 200km/h, which is comparable to that of a high-speed train. If he really had to drive with his bare hands, he would probably crash out of the field in a matter of minutes, with the car destroyed and himself killed.
The system paused for two seconds in confusion.
To electronic life, there is no difference between a racing car and an ordinary vehicle.
He Zhiyuan had already reached the entrance and turned to look at Xie Yu: "Mr. Xie, what's wrong? Come down?"
Things have come to this point. If I don’t continue, my image will be ruined.
Fortunately, this is an amateur competition organized by the second generation of rich people. There are not many spectators and it is not professional. Although it is exciting for the second generation, there is no need to risk their lives, and the speed is not too fast.
Xie Yu put his hands in his pockets and walked down with a cold face. When he reached the guardrail, the last few cars of the previous round just crossed the finish line and sped away, almost leaving an afterimage. The wheels turned rapidly, wading through the large pool of water on the asphalt road, stirring up jets of water that splashed onto Xie Yu's coat from a distance.
Xie Yu's face turned black.
Among the three, Xie Yu and He Zhiyuan are racing drivers, while Zhou Yang does not play racing. Now that the two have left, he is alone on the audience chair, looking down carelessly. Occasionally, he sees Xie Yu's face, and suddenly he tuts his tongue, then looks at Shen Ci sympathetically: "You probably are going to be unlucky."
Shen Ci sat there quietly, not saying anything, as if Zhou Yang was discussing someone irrelevant. However, Lin Yin asked curiously, "Why?"
Zhou Yang pointed downwards, "What else could it be? Xie Yu is not in good shape. He has that kind of temper. Every time he loses a game, he takes it out on others. Last time, there was a little internet celebrity who was also brought to the game. He was beaten up and hospitalized that night. Later, he gave 2 million to settle privately. Now he's like this before the game even starts. I don't think it will end well today."
Lin Yin exclaimed.
She was considered half a member of the circle, and knew more or less about these dirty things. Among these second-generations, Xie Yu had a particularly bad temper and was particularly heavy-handed. Hearing this, she couldn't help but secretly look at Shen Ci with a bit of sympathy on her face.
On the track, Xie Yu had already sat in the racing car.
They are all amateurs, not very professional. The cars are parked in a straight lane outside the main road. They drive forward 200 meters and make an arc before merging into the main road.
He Zhiyuan put on his helmet and turned around: "Mr. Xie, are you ready? I'm sure I'll be faster than you this time."
Xie Yu: “…”
As he spoke, the starting gun sounded.
He Zhiyuan gripped the steering wheel, and after the countdown ended, he rode away from the crowd and quickly merged into the main road.
Xie Yu: “…”
He stepped on the accelerator tentatively.
The car jolted twice and slid two meters.
Xie Yu: “…”
The system kindly reminded: "Host, you can't do this. It will ruin your character."
Xie Yu stepped on the pedal again, and the car continued to rumble and slide another two meters.
...He drove a million-dollar racing car and made it feel like a child's rocking car.
Zhou Yang looked towards the starting road and frowned: "Is there something wrong with Xie Yu's car?"
Why didn’t it start after I tried to start it twice?
Lin Yin uttered an ah and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Shen Ci, with even more sympathy in her eyes.
At this time, the fastest cars on the field had already driven more than a lap, and passed in front of Xie Yu one by one, splashing water everywhere. Xie Yu stayed on the starting lane, with the wind whistling past his ears and the roar of engines exploding. The racing cars were speeding on the main lane, almost leaving afterimages.
He couldn't help but curse.
Xie Yu pulled out the key and got out of the car cursing.
The system said weakly: "Host, character setting."
Xie Yu’s forehead was throbbing with veins: “Shut up, I’ll find a way.”
He took off the helmet on his head, threw the keys to the staff to maintain the car, and then walked straight through the lounge to the stands.
To be precise, he walked towards Shen Ci.
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