C550 Let Me Open It
C550 Let Me Open It
Traces of pride also appeared in Chen Shuang's eyes, enjoying the jealous gazes of many girls.
The other female student, whose looks and figure did not lose to Chen Shuang, was leaning against the door of the Audi sports car.
"Little Mi, you're really interested in racing cars. I can't make an appointment with you. As long as there's a competition, you'll be the first to arrive." Lan Wuji smiled.
"Today is not an ordinary race car. How can I miss a fight between you two young masters of Jinling County?"
Duan Mi crossed her arms over her chest in a superior manner.
Chen Shuang looked at Duan Mi, her heart filled with uncertainty.
Compared to her looks and figure, Chen Shuang was not weak at all.
However, Duan Mi's family background was much better than hers.
Duan Mi was a princess of the Duan Clan and had been pampered ever since she was young. Although her family background was not bad, she was at most a rich second generation.
Compared to a princess like Duan Mi, she couldn't be compared at all.
"Chen Shuang, it's all thanks to you taking care of some matters regarding the Golden Dragon Club these days, so that I can have more time. Thank you for all the hard work. I've brought you here to relax."
Lan Wuji smiled.
"I am willing to work for you." Chen Shuang's face was slightly flushed.
Honestly speaking, a genius of the martial dao level like Lan Wuji had a rich background and status. He was a first-rate young master, and had a high EQ. He spoke so gently that even girls would like him.
Of course, Chen Shuang was no exception.
In her eyes, Lan Wuji was like Prince Charming.
"Lan Wuji, don't waste time. If you want to fight, then hurry up."
Lin Zhan pushed his way through the crowd and walked in front of Lan Wuji.
"If you don't rest, don't think that I've taken advantage of you."
Lan Wuji raised an eyebrow.
"What's the use of saying that? Our bet is the champion of the Martial Arts Camp's Seeded-Class." Lin Zhan said.
Lan Wuji laughed. "If you win, the first seed is yours."
"Great!" It's decided then, with one round of the Nine Revolutions Mountain Path, whoever wins first will be the victor. "
Lin Zhan got on the carriage.
"Wuji, can I sit in the passenger seat?"
Chen Shuang's face was slightly flushed, and her beautiful eyes shone with anticipation.
"Of course, with my driving skills, one less person won't make much of a difference."
Lan Wuji nodded.
Chen Shuang was overjoyed.
"What, Lan Wuji, are you humiliating me?"
Lin Zhan narrowed his eyes, revealing a slightly angry expression.
"Brother Lin Zhan, I'll ride in your car." Duan Mi said.
Lan Wuji nodded as well. "I don't really care."
Lan Wuji was confident that he could beat Lin Zhan.
"Well, then, Duan Mi, you ride in my car." Lin Zhan did not want to take advantage of Lan Wuji.
To win, you have to win beautifully.
"Crap, I forgot about Little Cold." Lin Zhan slapped his forehead.
"Xiao Han, do you mind if I take you for a ride?"
Lin Zhan said.
His Ferrari was a new type of palanquin, and although the back seat was crowded, it could still be used as a human.
Now, Lin Han was holed up in the backseat.
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Han didn't mind at all and had never liked Duan Mi.
Naturally, he wouldn't care.
"Why did he come as well?" Duan Mi's long, shapely eyebrows creased.
When Lin Gangli saw Lin Han, he had already seen Lin Han's moral character.
Naturally, Duan Mi's impression of Lin Han was even worse.
However, she was riding on Lin Zhan's car, so she didn't care too much about Lin Han.
"Are you ready?!"
Aston Martin slowly drove up, and Lan Wuji spoke up.
The two sports cars reached the starting line.
The sound of a sportscar rang out.
He immediately lit fire to the audience.
"You will lose for sure."
The originally cold and beautiful Chen Shuang was now excitedly pointing her middle finger at Lin Zhan.
"Let's begin!"
Lin Zhan's eyes burned with fighting spirit.
The girl in a racing suit waved her flag.
The two sportscar galloped away like wild horses.
The drone was connected to the screen and everyone could clearly see the situation of the two sports cars.
"We're about to reach the first bend …"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Aston Martin was already running faster than Ferrari.
Lan Jue was in the lead.
This made the Lin Battling Ferrari seem even more powerless.
"Bastard!"
Lin Zhan cursed out. When he reached the bend, he slammed his foot down on the brake and with a beautiful drift, the car entered the bend at an extremely fast speed, but it was still one step too slow for Lan Wuji.
"Brother Lin Zhan's skill is not bad, but when compared to someone like Lan Wuji who is close to becoming a pro, he's still lacking."
From the moment the two of them turned the corner, it could be seen how skilled they were in driving.
Lin Han couldn't help but sigh.
"Lin Zhan, you've already lost the first round. There's no need to compete anymore. You should just admit defeat."
Lan Wuji's voice came through the headset.
"Bullshit!"
Lin Zhan tore off his headphones.
He stepped on the throttle to the end.
However, he was getting further and further away from Aston Martin.
After a total of eight bends, there was still one left.
Lin Zhan could only see the taillights of Lan Wuji's car.
"Limitless is the strongest."
Chen Shuang, who was sitting in the first passenger seat, looked at Lan Wuji's profile with infatuation.
"Sure enough, in Central State, including professional racers, Lan Wuji's driving skills are ranked in the top three." The co-pilot of the Ferrari, Duan Mi, tried to console him, "Brother Lin Zhan, you should admit defeat! There's no chance left. "
At this moment, Lin Zhan was also somewhat discouraged.
"Brother Lin Zhan, is this race car very important to you?" Suddenly, Lin Han's voice sounded.
"It's very important. Not only do you want to trample on Lan Wuji's arrogant face, it's also related to the location of the number one seed in the camp."
Lin Zhan held his breath.
Lan Wuji seemed to have been suppressing him all these years, never having taken advantage of him at all.
"Stop the car, I'll do it." Lin Han said.
"What?"
Lin Zhan asked in astonishment.
"You must be crazy!" Duan Mi, on the other hand, didn't believe Lin Han, this frivolous guy, at all.
"Get off, I'll drive."
Lin Han's words had a hint of coldness in them. At the same time, his tone was filled with confidence.
"Xiao Han, this is not a joke."
"Don't worry, Brother Lin Zhan. If you want to win, then sit at the back."
Lin Han signaled for Lin Zhan to stop.
Lin Zhan's head was still in a daze as he sat in the seat at the back.
"I'm getting off." Duan Mi didn't want to die, much less die with a popinjay like Lin Han.
"This is the summit of the mountain, and the road is already blocked. If you're not afraid of dying from the cold, get off the mountain yourself, and no one will stop you."
Lin Han showed an indifferent expression.
He didn't care about how she felt.
"You …" Duan Mi was speechless, and the anger in her eyes grew even stronger.
However, Lin Han ignored her.
He directly put Ferrari into hand-to-hand mode.
The speed of the kick was like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
Automatic block had a speed limit, but hand block could run at Ferrari's highest speed.
In an instant, the distance between Ferrari and Aston Martin rapidly closed.