Justice! Justice! Where is justice?! How can someone be so perfect?
Luo Youyou shouted in her heart, changed her route, and deliberately passed under the poplar tree. Her graceful figure and elegant steps made her feel a little pretentious, but she couldn't help making herself look more perfect.
Would he strike up a conversation? Would he ask for her number? If he did, should she be reserved or give it to him immediately? Otherwise, should she just be cool and walk over to him and ask for his number... Luo Youyou was struggling internally, but she had already walked past him.
Her heart was filled with despair... This man—damn it! He didn't even look up at her!
An indescribable feeling of frustration washed over Luo Youyou, like a huge rock pressing down on her. This was the only man who remained indifferent to her! Usually, a simple gesture would result in a large number of men lining up in front of her, but today, she was ignored...
At ten o'clock in the evening, Luo Youyou came to the outer ring road in Mu Yaxi's sports car. Fang Ziyu and Ni Tiantian each drove their own sports cars. The only one who didn't have a car was Luo Youyou, but she was fanatically obsessed with racing, a game with an extremely high risk factor. She herself couldn't tell whether she simply liked the thrill brought by racing, or the huge amount of gambling money she won after racing. Every time she won money, she would take out half of it and send it to Luo Yun. Although Luo Yun's indifferent personality didn't need money at all, Luo Youyou, influenced by the people in the city, felt that making money for her mother to spend was a kind of filial piety.
There is a row of various cars parked on the outer ring road, almost all of which have been modified. Yang Chuan drives a seemingly inconspicuous Accord, but his car is the most expensive. Apart from the appearance of an Accord, almost all the parts inside have been replaced. He said that this makes him look low-key, although he is not a low-key person.
"Youyou, drive my car!"
As soon as they got out of the car, Yang Chuan threw the car keys to Luo Youyou. Luo Youyou greeted everyone else one by one, her enthusiasm making people feel alienated, and then got into Yang Chuan's car.
Pingqu City is not a big city. It only takes more than an hour to drive along the outer ring road at a speed of 80 miles per hour. There are few cars and people here, so it has become a gaming paradise for speed racers.
The cars lined up neatly at the starting line, and Luo Youyou chose three male opponents. People stopped by the roadside to watch and began placing bets, tacitly backing Luo Youyou. The other three men placed meager bets of a few hundred, seemingly out of support for their fans who couldn't bear to see them suffer. The results of each race were similar, and people had lost their expectations. The only reason they continued to bet with Luo Youyou was because they had no chance of ever meeting her again.
Mu Yaxi, wearing high heels that gleamed blindingly under the streetlights, stood in the middle of the four cars, holding a small flag. With a wave of the flag, the four cars shot out like arrows...
Yang Chuan's car has very good performance. It can accelerate to 100 meters in less than 3 seconds. From the start, he has widened the gap with his opponents, and the pointer on the speedometer keeps jumping to higher numbers.
Luo Youyou was far ahead of her competitors and was the first to reach the finish line, which was also the starting point. However, she caught a glimpse of a figure that made her freeze. That man was so handsome that he unreasonably ignored her. His pale skin was so white in the night that it was a little scary, like a ghost. His wise eyes stared at hers through the car window, causing her car to almost stop.
Yang Chuan pressed the stopwatch in his hand, smiled, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "Youyou, you broke the record again!"
Luo Youyou opened the car door and was greeted by a fresh fragrance, exactly the same as the smell she smelled when she first met the man at noon, except that the smell was stronger and more concentrated in the night wind. At the same time, the breath of death was also heavier, as if it was a dangerous signal, which made her frown unconsciously and feel a little uncomfortable.
"It's just a good car!" Before Luo Youyou could say anything, the man raised his eyebrows and showed disdain on his face.
"Youyou has good skills, it has nothing to do with the car!" Yang Chuan rushed to say, a little dissatisfied. In addition to being dissatisfied with his words, he was also dissatisfied with him as a person. Such a top-notch man standing next to Luo Youyou made him have an indescribable sense of crisis.
The man ignored Yang Chuan and got into the passenger seat of the modified Accord. Before closing the door, he left a decree like a king looking down from a high position: "Run another lap!"
Luo Youyou hated being spoken to in a commanding tone the most in her life, but this time, not only did she not get angry, she also got into the car obediently. It had been a long time since she had been questioned, and the anger and excitement of being challenged were ready to boil over.
Sitting next to the man, Luo Youyou couldn't help but secretly glance at his stern profile from the corner of her eye. The curve of his nose made her unconsciously flustered. He looked about the same age as her, but he exuded a maturity that was inconsistent with his age. His eyes were full of unruly arrogance, and seemed to be mixed with a slight sadness of disgust for the world.
"I'm Jing Yan." Jing Yan suddenly turned around and gave Luo Youyou a big smile, interrupting her thoughts.
Luo Youyou dodged Jing Yan's trap-like smile and his leopard-like, wary gaze. His gaze was like that of a long-starved beast scouting its long-lost prey. Suddenly, a scene emerged in her mind: Jing Yan sitting at the dining table, knife and fork in hand, and she, the delicacy on the table, roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, waiting for him to enjoy her...
Luo Youyou felt Jing Yan's puzzled gaze, and tried hard to shake off her inexplicable thoughts. She started the car and casually said, "The perfume smells nice." Because she was looking at the road ahead, she did not see Jing Yan's surprised look.
Jing Yan's presence made Luo Youyou feel as if the air was stagnant. The air pressure in the car also rose sharply, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her nimble hands and feet became clumsy. As the speedometer needle pointed to 200 mph, a reckless truck in front of her turned around on the one-way street, blocking half of the road...
Luo Youyou instinctively stepped on the brakes, but for some unknown reason, she stepped on the accelerator. There was a loud bang, and severe pain ripped through her body. The moment before she closed her eyes, she felt herself falling into an icy embrace, and then she lost consciousness...
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