Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

A good show is about to be staged, and it's time for the actors to appear. Yan Hui walked out with expectant eyes on the wheels. She looked up, and there was already a tall figure in a black motorcycle suit standing in front of the stands.

The slim motorcycle suit outlines the perfect slender figure of the standing person, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, forming a perfect inverted triangle.

The muscles of that body are just right, there is strength in the tightness, and it has the magic power to make men jealous and women blush and heartbeat.

Such a back view will make people curious about his face, but it is a pity that this face that makes people have infinite reverie is completely covered by a thick motorcycle helmet.

It seems that this person is her opponent today - Zhuifeng.

The people in the stands did not expect that there would be a female racing driver in today's arena, and this female racing driver is also a beautiful woman with a beautiful appearance.

The whistle sounded everywhere, and the wolves were all excited. Watching the beauties racing is even more exciting!

However, Chen Shu's mood is not so good - although the beauty is pleasing to the eye, but whether it is reliable or not is still a question mark!

Feng Guang secretly laughed in his heart, Chen Shu didn't have much contact with racing cars at all, and couldn't find a way, no, he actually found such a vase to compete.

Yan Hui looked at the various expressions of the people on the field, some were curious, some were amazed, some were disdainful... But among all the expressions, there was no expression that really regarded her as a racing driver.

She's actually used to this situation.

When she was the daughter of the Yan family before, people only thought she was just playing for tickets, and they didn't take it seriously at all.

Later, when the Yan family collapsed, people didn't trust her ability when she relied on the racing car for food. Whenever she played, she would always be questioned.

Only the wheel, and the wheel never felt so or so just because she was a girl, on the contrary, if there was any more difficult job, she would go to Yan Hui first.

Yan Hui once asked Lu Zi: "Why do you trust me so much?"

She still remembers scratching her head with the wheel, and she also looked confused: "I don't know, anyway, I just think you are reliable, and you are indeed reliable, and you can complete the task very well every time..."

It was this kind of unreasonable trust that made Yan Hui very heartwarming. Even if others offered more exciting conditions, she never agreed.

Because she is confident in her own strength, those eyes are really more indifferent to Yan Hui than tickling.

Generally speaking, she doesn't like nonsense, and prefers to hit her face with strength. The more painful the hit, the happier her heart will be.

Yan Hui quickened her pace and stood beside Zhuifeng, "It's a pleasure to meet you." She stretched out her right hand and looked at Zhuifeng's helmet with great interest, as if she wanted to see what he looked like through the thick helmet .

"It's a pleasure to meet you." A muffled voice came from under the helmet, and Zhui Feng gently held Yan Hui back.

The more Feng Guang looked at the two, the more he felt the contrast was sharper, and the dawn of victory seemed to be in sight.He held back his smile, cleared his throat and said to Chen Shu: "Since the racer has arrived, let's choose a car, don't waste any more time."

Chen Shu nodded, "Alright, let's choose a car."

Someone sent a tablet computer, Feng Guang and Chen Shu seemed to have already made a choice in their hearts, and they chose two models without any hesitation or choice.

When Yan Hui saw it, her expression was normal, but she was already happy in her heart - the car Feng Guang chose was exactly the car she changed to later.

"I'm going, it's amazing!" Han Liang, who was waiting behind, blurted out an exclamation after the news of the car selection came.

Wheel is even more appreciative: "This is Yan Hui, he not only has muscles, but also brains!"

The starting gun sounded, and the two motorcycles rushed out, which immediately ignited the blood and passion in the hearts of the people present.

Lin Jianlu went to the bathroom before, and didn't return to the stands until the game had started. She was not very interested in such a scene, but she still showed a very interested look.

As soon as Feng Guang and Chen Shu saw Lin Jianlu came back, they quietly moved to her side. The two talked to each other, both to make the beautiful woman happy, and to criticize each other, to expose the old background and tear down the stage. They were busy. It's a joy.

Lin saw the deer in her eyes and smiled in her heart. She was only in charge of watching the show and didn't lend a hand to anyone else, just like a queen watching her courtiers vying for favor.

Turning her eyes to the field, Lin Jianlu paid attention to the race situation. For some reason, looking at the female racing driver, she always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere.

In fact, Lin Jianlu has always had an unknown strength, that is, her ability to remember people is very good. As long as she has met anyone, she can basically recognize them when they meet again, and even remember where they met Pass.

Now that she has this feeling, it means that she must have seen it somewhere, but she has never been exposed to the profession of a racing driver in her life, especially a female racing driver...

Seeing Lu's gaze, Lin Jian couldn't help but searched round and round for the figure of the female racing driver on the field.

Feng Guang and Chen Shu have been paying attention to Lin Jianlu's various movements all the time. Both of them are human beings, and they immediately discovered where Lin Jianlu was looking.

Chen Shu felt a little proud now, it seemed that Miss Lin still paid close attention to my victory and defeat, her eyes followed my racing driver all the time.

Feng Guang saw it, and didn't know what it was like.

As everyone knows, Lin Jianlu didn't take the matter of the two of them to heart at all, and it was even more important than thinking about where a stranger met.

On the track, the two locomotives, one behind the other, were biting each other quite tightly, with only a gap of one body. The race was extremely intense.

At this moment, Yan Hui is the one in the lead.

The motorcycle under her and the motorcycle under Zhuifeng are the most unsuitable types for this kind of track, so the riding experience is quite awkward.

However, Yan Hui was well prepared for this situation.

Like this kind of motorcycle race between two people, either compare the same distance to see who gets there faster; or compare the same time to see who goes farther.

Moreover, the car was selected by a competitor, and the relationship between these two people was so close to tearing up the last layer of thin skin, there must be no gentlemanly demeanor at all.

Therefore, after analyzing the two of them, Yan Hui chose a car that was most unsuitable for this kind of track—the person who chose the car for her was the more knowledgeable Feng Guang. He understood this subtle difference.

Later, it turned out that her choice was indeed correct.

Yan Hui, who has adapted to the track with this car, is full of confidence. There is only the last lap left, and she increases the accelerator, wanting to make a last-ditch effort.