Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 233 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (34)
At that moment, Pei Sen reached out his hand like lightning, and clasped "his" wrist.

"Running around?"

It was as if he was training a young lost child.

Gee.

The Lord God of "Youth" tilted his head and pulled his hand out.

"It's just a friendly exchange with the opponent."

"He" chuckled and said casually, "Don't worry, I won't betray the organization."

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the other side suddenly fell silent.

!! ?
Yan Wu blinked, looking at the man's unpredictable expression, she was a little confused so she called out.

"Boss?"

Pei Sen didn't say a word, he looked into "him"'s eyes firmly, and after a long time, he suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Do you regard him as your opponent?"

Yan Wu was startled and suddenly reacted.

Could it be that the seniors are concerned about...

"In the game, he is indeed my opponent."

The "boy" smiled, met the man's oppressive gaze, and said slowly.

"However, in my heart... naturally only you, Boss, are the only opponent."

Pei Sen paused, and immediately let go of his hand.

It’s really because of this...

The corner of Yan Wu's lips twitched, and a smile flashed across her eyes.

Senior is really... naive.

However, what she said was indeed true.

With a flash of thought, the thin lips of the Lord God of "Youth" became more and more curved.

Pei Sen narrowed his eyes, looked at "him" like this, and said suddenly.

"You repeatedly provoke Lin Nantian, is it because of your deceased parents?"

Yan Wu's eyes flashed instantly, and she admitted it straight away.

"Yes."

I also knew that the senior must have sent someone to check "Ling Yechen".

"You still have a missing sister, right?" Pei Sen's thin lips curled slightly, and he asked again in a leisurely manner.

"Yes." Yan Wu continued to agree without any surprise, her expression becoming slightly bitter in due course.

"When she went to China to look for me, she lost track of her..."

I can't see half a guilty conscience.

There was a glint in Pei Sen's eyes, and he had a panoramic view of the performance of the "boy" in front of him, and a hint of playfulness flickered on his lips.

"Actually, I had some selfish motives when I took refuge with you, Boss... I wonder if Boss can use the Morton family's intelligence agents?"

The Lord God of "Youth" said again, and even took the initiative to ask for help.

It perfectly interprets the image of a worried brother.

"The power of the Morton family is not used casually."

Pei Sen said with a half-smile, "It all depends on whether you are worthy of my help."

"...I understand." Yan Wu sighed in disappointment, raised her eyes to look at him, and assured her.

"I will try my best to perform in the next game."

"Remember what you said." The man raised his thin lips and finally said.

A turbulent confrontation finally came to an end.

After a while, the two walked towards their racing cars respectively.

Two groups of technicians rushed up immediately, each surrounding their own rider.

The same goes for the rest of the teams.

The race is about to start, and all the major teams are busy.

In the commentary booth, the two commentators were ready and started jokingly.

The audience gathered together and started discussing spontaneously.

"Hey! Who do you think will be the champion of today's sub-station?"

"Need to say? It must be Nexant! Oh my god, look at his performance yesterday! I think we should guess the top three candidates..."

"Oh, you're right. Secondly... I think he should also be from the Morton Racing Team, Ling! The amazing boy from the East! He is only a little worse than Nexant!"

"Yes! But didn't that 'Lin' from Longteng yesterday mean that he would regain the first place? His strength is actually not bad, maybe there will be variables. Think about the super Lin who performed miracles repeatedly last season!"

"Uh, no, right? I still hope that Morton Racing can win."

"Yeah, who said no?"

……

For a while, there was a hustle and bustle outside the paddock.

A few minutes later, 20 cars entered the starting point.

The starting light came on, and the scene fell silent.

"5, 4..." The electronic sound of the countdown sounded, and the starting light dimmed after one count.

Until the last light went out, the order to sprint resounded throughout the arena.

"0...really? GO!"

(End of this chapter)