Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 229 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (30)
It was a very handsome oriental face.

The silver earrings sparkled in the sunlight.

"He" narrowed his eyes slightly, brushed aside the broken black hair on his forehead, beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks in an instant, outlining a sharp and angular outline.

A pair of pitch-black eyes flashed out, like stars falling in the night.

And when the "boy" raised his thin lips, facing the light in the bright sun, he waved lazily to people.

There was a sudden scream.

"Ling!!!"

"Ling! Ling! I love you!!!"

……

There was a cry.

Yan Wu just smiled casually, turned around and left, without any intention of enjoying the "high attention".

This unrestrained posture attracted even more frenzied screams.

Until a flaming red flashes—

A scarlet racing car parked in the inner station of the Morton team.

After a while, a man in a racing suit stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent for a moment.

"It's Lycent Morton..."

"Shh!"

"I know, don't make a sound!"

……

After a short whisper, there was an eerie silence inside and outside the paddock.

"Uh..." The commentator who watched the real-time broadcast also shuddered, swallowed, and knocked out a sentence with difficulty.

"Everyone, dear viewers, it is the Morton family who is appearing now...it is Lecent Morton, haha, let us look forward to his performance."

Dead silence.

It was still dead silent.

Considering all the horrible rumors about Pei Sen, the audience present did not dare to make a sound.

But online, because separated by a network cable, the bold people who eat melons can still discuss a few words——

"Not to mention, this face... I really want to lick it!"

"Look at the picture! (Picture) Morton was on the field 5 years ago, and now he is more powerful! I just don't know the current level..."

"It's been five years without a race, what do you think? Cough, but for this person, participating in F5 is just a ticket."

……

There was an uproar.

Of course, no one dared to directly question Pei Sen's strength.

But in the words, all of them vaguely revealed the meaning of not being optimistic.

after all……

Who would believe that a boss who has been pampered for 5 years can compare to a professional driver who has been training?
Even though, in the past paddock, he was the most deserving star of tomorrow.

But now, the memory has been washed away by time.

When he stood on the F1 track again as a racing driver, people dared not speak much due to his power, but they could no longer remember the feeling of cheering and screaming for him.

Isn't this a kind of sadness?

However, Pei Sen, who is the person involved, didn't care. He calmly entered the racing car, turned the steering wheel, and was about to set off...

"Boss." Yan Wu suddenly walked to the front of the car.

A lazy and laughing voice came.

The man paused, glanced at the eyes hidden under the helmet, and saw the "boy" leaning against the front of the car, and suddenly leaned over.

"Boss, you have to work hard."

The four eyes met, "he" pulled his lips, and whispered: "Don't forget, a match is determined... Now, I am in front."

Pei Sen narrowed his eyes, and immediately recalled the scene last night, his eyes flashed.

The next second, he lifted his thin lips, and only uttered two words: "Wait."

After all, the man stepped on the accelerator calmly, passed the "boy" who straightened up, and drove to the starting position at a leisurely pace.

No audience speaks.

Looking at the smooth and slow red racing car, people sighed silently in unison.

Until the starting light suddenly turned on, and the fiery red light flashed out...

(End of this chapter)