Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 213 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (14)
A tall and thin oriental "boy", holding a strange... "drink"?
When he was called to stop, "he" was turning his back to the direction of the crowd, as if being held back by a few girls, he turned his head helplessly.

His slender fingers glowed cool white under the overhead light.

The delicate side face blends in the light and dark changes to create a stunning silhouette.

He turned around, and like a dazzling light, he broke into everyone's eyes unexpectedly.

Just one look and it takes people's breath away.

After being stunned for a moment, many girls even took out their mobile phones immediately, thinking of uploading their photos on social platforms...

Men are much more rational and can discern with a closer look.

Immediately, there was an exclamation: "It's Ling! Not Lin, this kid is Ling, the new No. [-] driver of Morton Racing Team!"

- Wow.

The audience suddenly exploded.

"That's the kid?"

"Oh my god! He's so handsome!"

"Shit! What are you thinking, you idiot? It's a disgrace to F1. Racing is not about face!"

"That's right, boy, get out of the Morton team immediately!"

……

Noisy.

"Ling Yechen", no, it should be said that Yan Wu raised her eyebrows and stood calmly amidst these malicious gazes, with one hand in her pocket and the other clinging to a cup...Sweet bean curd, even sucking it in a good mood Take a few bites.

Well.

This is a foreign country, but she finally found sweet bean curd...

Although the taste is unsatisfactory, there is nothing to talk about.

As for these noisy mortals, is it important to have sweet bean curd?
No.

Thinking about it, Yan Wu happily tasted the sweet bean curd, her thin lips curled up slightly.

Under the lazy smile, the handsome face of the "boy" became more and more compelling.

Many women blushed unconsciously.

The man regarded this performance as a provocation, and became more and more angry.

Someone rushed out, intending to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Chris quickly calmed down loudly.

Taizhou's security was also dispatched.

After such a long time, the scene finally restored order.

Chris secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something...

Lin Nantian suddenly walked to her side, grabbed the microphone, and said.

"I didn't expect to see Brother Ling here. Why don't you go on stage and have a virtual exchange with me?"

Yan Wu narrowed her eyes, and instantly opened the "Lord God's Eye", sweeping over his head.

Luck rate: 99%...

Gee.

The thin lips of the main god of "Youth" deepened, and he sighed secretly and took a mouthful of sweet bean curd, but did not respond at all.

Lin Nantian's eyes flashed, and an indistinct gloom appeared on his face.

This Ling Yechen, who wanted to kill Qianqian at the beginning, did not say anything, but even escaped halfway through the life and death station.

Finally, I sent a text message saying "I'll come back"... What a coward!

But this person was actually signed by the Morton Racing Team. There were even some domestic tabloids hyping up that "he" and himself were the Oriental Double Dragons in the F1 arena!
Ah.

Does this wretch deserve it?

A thought flashed across Lin Nantian's face, but he only smiled calmly: "Why, Brother Ling doesn't give you any face?"

"You think too much."

Yan Wu tasted the last piece of sweet bean curd with nostalgia, walked to the trash can on the side, threw the empty bottle, and then turned to this "lucky man" and sighed.

"Don't Mr. Lin know that you shouldn't interrupt others casually when they're eating?"

Lin Nantian choked.

The Lord God of "Youth" rolled up his sleeves lightly, and walked towards the stage calmly.

The silver earrings flickered in the next step of the light.

"He" walked gracefully, but there was an intimidating aura around him. Wherever he passed, people subconsciously retreated to the sides.

Until a moment later, the handsome oriental "boy" stepped onto the stage in full view.

"Aren't you going to spar?" "He" turned around and smiled carelessly.

"I can start anytime."

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(End of this chapter)