Afei paused, glancing at Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian with suspicion.
Ning Qiaoqian, however, was quite surprised. She turned to look at Chen Yang, who gave her a reassuring look and patted her hand, signaling her to calm down.
In front of outsiders, Ning Qiaoqian remained silent, implying her agreement with Chen Yang.
"Good! Brother, you're decisive!" Afei said with a smile after a few seconds of thought. "Then it's a deal!"
Afei knew Ning Qiaoqian's capabilities, and Chen Yang's youthful face posed no threat to him whatsoever. Therefore, he made his decision quickly—there was no reason to refuse such a golden opportunity!
After speaking, Afei turned and went to find the event organizers.
As soon as A-Fei left, Ning Qiaoqian immediately turned to Chen Yang, glaring angrily, and said fiercely:
"Chen Yang, what do you mean? Do you know this A-Fei used to be a professional race car driver? Do you know he was the national runner-up in touring car racing? Last time I didn't understand the situation and even lost a car to him!"
"So! I just wanted to get revenge for what happened last time," Chen Yang said with a relaxed smile, teasingly.
"Revenge?" Ning Qiaoqian's voice rose eight octaves. "His skills are better than mine, his car is better than mine, how can I get revenge? Didn't you see he was deliberately provoking you?"
"You don't have confidence?" Chen Yang looked at Ning Qiaoqian with a half-smile.
"Nonsense! If I had a chance to win, would this bastard be so arrogant?" Ning Qiaoqian said angrily. "If you're not confident, let me do it!" Chen Yang said casually. "I'll get revenge for you!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Qiaoqian turned sharply to stare at Chen Yang, a hint of hesitation on her pretty face. After a long pause, she said dejectedly,
"Let's forget it! This isn't a bumper car at an amusement park..."
Chen Yang interrupted Ning Qiaoqian, deliberately saying,
"Sister Qian, you're not afraid I'll lose this car too, are you?"
Ning Qiaoqian curled her lip disdainfully and said,
"Nonsense! Do I care about such a small amount of money? The key is that I can't swallow this insult, thinking of that Wang..." "I can't stand that smug, smug look on your face after you won!"
"That settles it then? You're going to lose anyway, so why not let me try?" Chen Yang said, bringing his mouth close to Ning Qiaoqian's ear and gently blowing on it before whispering, "At worst... if I lose too, I'll repay you with my pure body..."
Ning Qiaoqian felt a tickle in her ear and couldn't help but giggle:
"You said it! Little brother, I won't be polite then..."
"One word, trade or not!" Chen Yang asked.
"Trade!" Ning Qiaoqian answered decisively.
Chen Yang snapped his fingers, stood up slightly, and stretched his leg over the gearshift. Ning Qiaoqian hesitated for a moment, then cooperated by slightly raising her body. Chen Yang's hand went around Ning Qiaoqian's body, grabbed the steering wheel, and with a slight effort, he moved into the driver's seat. The sports car was already cramped, and with the steering wheel blocking the view from the driver's seat, it felt even more confined. Ning Qiaoqian was sandwiched between Chen Yang and the steering wheel, in a semi-squatting position. A strong masculine scent emanated from behind her, and Ning Qiaoqian's legs went weak, causing her to sit on Chen Yang's lap.
Chen Yang immediately felt a warm, soft body embrace him. Through the tight leather miniskirt, Chen Yang could clearly feel the elastic contours of her breasts. His nose touched Ning Qiaoqian's hair, and the delicate fragrance of a young girl filled his nostrils. Chen Yang instantly felt a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but react instinctively.
Ning Qiaoqian's miniskirt was thin, and she immediately felt Chen Yang's primal reaction. Her face flushed, and she wanted to get out of Chen Yang's embrace, but with the steering wheel pressed against her, there was no way to escape. Ning Qiaoqian felt a sense of confusion and her whole body went limp.
Chen Yang moved his hand from the steering wheel to Ning Qiaoqian's soft waist, took a deep breath on her hair, and said with a mischievous smile,
"Sister Qian, do you need my help?"
Ning Qiaoqian's beautiful eyes darted around, she turned and glared at Chen Yang, uttering two words:
"Get lost!"
After saying that, Ning Qiaoqian leaned forward and laboriously moved to the passenger seat, naturally engaging in some playful rubbing against Chen Yang, who sat there grinning, a look of enjoyment on his face. After settling into the passenger seat, Ning Qiaoqian straightened her disheveled clothes, her face still burning. To cover her embarrassment, Ning Qiaoqian coughed and asked,
"Do you even have a license? You dare to drive a race car?"
"I don't have a license, but my driving skills are passable." Chen Yang smiled and turned to look at Ning Qiaoqian's perfect profile, teasingly adding, "If you're worried, Sister Qian, tighten your seatbelt!"
"Tch!" Ning Qiaoqian gave Chen Yang a charmingly disdainful look, then turned to look out the window, pretending to admire the scenery.
At that moment, an excited-looking A Fei strode over with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was thin, with a small mustache, and his shrewd eyes darted around. He was also carrying a wireless POS machine. Seeing Chen Yang sitting in the driver's seat, Afei paused slightly, then immediately smiled broadly and said,
"Young man! Let me introduce you, this is Brother Ran, our middleman for this competition."
Chen Yang didn't get out of the car, but leaned out the window and lightly shook hands with Brother Ran, saying casually,
"Hello, Brother Ran! My name is Chen Yang!"
"Hello, Xiao Fang!" Brother Ran smiled warmly and said, "It's like this, Afei just told me about your bet. Tonight's track is being used for the first time. The starting line is just ahead, and the track is 13.5 kilometers long..." "Most of it is on the Third Ring Road. To increase the difficulty, we've set up two S-curves and one hairpin bend. Roadblocks have been set up along the way, and there's only one path to the finish line."
Ran paused, then asked,
"Would you two like to drive it around first to familiarize yourselves with the track?"
Chen Yang shrugged and said,
"I don't care!"
Afei, even more confident, said,
"I don't need to either! Let's just race! Quick and easy!"
Afei's tone was arrogant; in his eyes, the car in front of him already belonged to him. Ning Qiaoqian in the passenger seat couldn't help but frown, glancing at Afei with disgust, while a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.
"Very good!" Ran clapped his hands and said, "According to the rules, the deposit must be transferred to my account first. The bet between the two of you is two million. Since we're all acquaintances, I'll just take a deposit of five hundred thousand!"
Afei tossed a card to Ran without saying a word. Ran Ge deftly swiped 500,000 yuan using a portable wireless POS machine, then turned his gaze to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang smiled slightly and turned to look at Ning Qiaoqian. Ning Qiaoqian gave a soft hum, reached into her pocket, and handed Chen Yang a credit card between her index and middle fingers. Chen Yang took the card and then passed it out the car window. Ran Ge took the card, still smiling, but a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
It was still a 500,000 yuan swipe, but Ran Ge went directly to the passenger seat and asked Ning Qiaoqian to enter the PIN, clearly knowing who was actually paying.
With everything ready, A Fei walked contentedly to his car, making final preparations before the race. Before leaving, he glanced one last time at Ning Qiaoqian's flashy GTR sports car, a greedy glint in his eyes.
Guided by Ran Ge, Chen Yang and A Fei slowly drove to the starting line. A Fei's car was a black Porsche 911, emblazoned with black and white racing flags. The car had clearly undergone extensive modifications, its actual value far exceeding its price.
Seeing Chen Yang drive up, Afei, wearing a racing helmet, deliberately slammed on the gas, the Porsche roaring to life. Afei opened his helmet visor and turned to look at Chen Yang provocatively.
Chen Yang, however, calmly stared at the road ahead, his face unmoved. He didn't think much of an opponent like Afei.
In his previous life, Chen Yang desperately craved a thrilling life. Racing was the only sport he actively pursued besides flying. His mentor, who had dominated the F1 world for many years and set numerous records that remain unbroken, was none other than the legendary Michael Schumacher.
It's common knowledge that F1 is the world's most lucrative sport, bar none. The income of NBA basketball stars or top superstars in the world's five major football leagues pales in comparison to that of top F1 drivers. Michael Schumacher, who won the World Drivers' Championship multiple times, held the title of the highest-paid athlete for many years.
Such a person is clearly not someone money can simply buy. However, Chen Yang went to great lengths, using his family's connections overseas to study under Schumacher for a full three months. For Chen Yang, the family's top prodigy, this was an extraordinary amount of time. Subjects that others spend a lifetime studying, Chen Yang often mastered in just one or two months.
Therefore, in Chen Yang's eyes, the so-called retired race car driver, A Fei, was nothing more than an unknown clown.
This was the first race of the night. Seeing the two cars in position, many people gathered at the starting line. A Fei was a well-known figure in the small underground racing circle of Rongcheng, so most of the onlookers pointed and whispered at the unfamiliar Chen Yang, their faces showing expressions of anticipation.
Ran quickly arranged for the area to be cleared. At that moment, a young woman in a black and white checkered tight-fitting t-shirt strode to the front of the two cars. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, she unceremoniously removed her t-shirt, revealing a sexy black lace bra and a slender, supple waist.
Afei immediately stared intently at the woman's movements, while Ning Qiaoqian sat up straight nervously.
Chen Yang whistled and said with a grin,
"Sister Qian, this girl has a great figure!"
Ning Qiaoqian was very displeased with Chen Yang's behavior of looking at a beautiful woman when things were so urgent. She turned and glared at Chen Yang, scolding,
"Concentrate! The competition is about to start!"
Chen Yang nodded slightly, but remained nestled in the driver's seat, his toes gently tapping to the rhythm of the car music, his right index finger lightly tapping the steering wheel, looking completely relaxed.
The young woman began waving her t-shirt, while Ah Fei stepped on the gas, the Porsche 911 roaring to life. Only then did Chen Yang leisurely turn on the ignition of the GTR and start the car.
Almost simultaneously, the woman released her grip, the t-shirt flying into the air. Bathed in the headlights of the numerous cars, the t-shirt twirled and danced in the air like a black sprite. Soon, the t-shirt began to drift slowly down, and the instant it touched the ground was the moment the two race cars set off…