I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter 3: Midnight Racing
At 12:30 in the morning, the entire Qingtai Garden was in an extremely quiet state. Mo Zishu got up from the bed, found a set of clothes in the suitcase and put them on.

Stepping very lightly, with a huge thing in his hand, he walked out the door slowly, and Mo Jun's room was right next to her.

After taking away Mo Jun's car keys, Mo Zishu left the villa.

At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Zishu drove all the way on the high speed and arrived at the destination. The moment she got off the car, she saw the crowd screaming and screaming, accompanied by the screeching racing tires spinning and skidding on the ground. friction sound.

Everything is still the same.

Mo Zishu signed up outside the venue, leaving a capital letter S, which stood out on the report full of Chinese names.

Entering the arena, Mo Zishu saw her teammates whom she hadn't seen for a long time, still wearing the team uniform she designed at that time.

Pulling down the baseball cap on his head, he turned around and entered the locker room with his bag in hand.

There was a black and white racing suit in the bag, Mo Zishu sent a message to Qing Han after changing, and went out.

The racing suit was tightly attached to Mo Zishu's body, outlining her perfect body curve. The gray-black helmet was worn on her head, and only a pair of sharp eyes could be vaguely seen. She attracted many people as soon as she went out. gaze.

Qinghan chose a royal blue Ford Mustang for S, and Mo Zishu was also very satisfied. The overall body looks comfortable and smooth, and the interior vision is more impactful. The performance is also first-class, with precise control and developed power.

"S, you're here." Mo Zishu walked to the competition venue. The crowd made way for her because of someone's words. The capital S on the helmet was extremely conspicuous due to the light shining on it.

"Didn't this S quit the racing world two years ago? Why did you come back?" Someone exclaimed in the crowd, unable to believe what they saw.

"Who has the courage to imitate S's helmet." One person answered, and everyone behind them fell silent.

A few years ago, a woman named S turned out to be in the racing industry and killed all the big names in the racing industry. Since then, many racing fans have defected to the name of S and supported S desperately, which caused great damage at the time. The influence and sensation, and S has never disappointed the group of racing fans, and every time it returns successfully, with the breath of a king.

It's just that S lost track two years ago.Motorsport fans have been waiting for her return.

"Welcome back King S." Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, and a group of people followed suit.

"Welcome back King S!"

"Welcome back King S!"

"Welcome back King S!"

The sound became louder and louder, and countless racing fans gathered around from all directions to support and cheer.

People held their arms high, clenched into fists, and rushed upwards again and again. Their faces were full of excitement and surprise, as if they wanted to fully show their excitement. Their eyes were all concentrated on one person. Body——S
Mo Zishu hadn't felt such passion for a long time. The face under the helmet smiled, and she felt that the racing fans' expectations of her and their confidence in her made her whole body full of strength.

Mo Zishu raised his hand to signal for silence, and the audience stopped shouting immediately, and looked at Mo Zishu with hopeful eyes.

"I've been waiting for a long time, everyone. I'm back." Mo Zishu said softly, as if carrying a thousand weights of power in her tone, each word was engraved in the hearts of everyone present.

There was silence for a moment, and the audience exclaimed and cheered in the next moment. This was not a dream, their king S really came back.

"S"

"S"

"S"

Mo Zishu walked slowly to the side of the brand new Mustang, her slender and white fingers gently brushed across the body, the familiar lines gave her an extraordinary sense of touch.

The corners of her mouth were raised, with an incomparably bright light and confidence, and she appeared in front of everyone.

"Boss, you are really back." A few people squeezed out from the crowd, Qing Han was also inside, and ran to Mo Zishu, Mo Zishu remembered them, it was the team she created with her own hands, after so long, They all remember her.

"Yes." Mo Zishu responded lightly.

"Huh, King S, I think he is a coward. The game disappeared for no reason two years ago. I think he was scared. Now he is back to find a sense of existence." A group of people came out from the crowd, and the leading man Dyed short wine red hair.

"That's right, return the king S, I think it's a piece of shit." A sleazy boy following behind the wine-red haired man said provocatively.

"Yeah, people who run away from the battle are not worthy of standing on the field." Another person echoed, with a contemptuous expression.

Everyone was silent, their eyes stopped on Mo Zishu, yes, they really wanted an explanation for that incident two years ago.

The few people around Mo Zishu were also silent. As team members at that time, they didn't know what happened to S. They waited for a long time for that game and S didn't come.

Two years later, many people have forgotten it, but they always remember it in their hearts.

Mo Zishu understood what they were thinking, the time was too coincidental, she had to give up on the competition.

"If this is the case, let's prove it with actions. Do you dare to accept my challenge?" Mo Zishu raised her face with a helmet on, and pointed at the man with wine-red hair. Her misty eyes were provocative. She rarely challenges people, but she is also extremely bad at explaining, and she can only prove everything with actions.

"Okay, remember my name, Lan Heng, today I will make you ashamed to stay in this arena any longer." The man with wine red hair conceitedly agreed, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Nonsense is never for people to listen to. Let's start." Mo Zishu turned around and opened the car door. When her body was about to enter the car, she paused for a moment, looking at the young and youthful faces lightly. He said softly, "I will not let you down."

The next moment, Mo Zishu sat in the driver's seat, took a brief look inside the car, and was ready to go.

"Tsk, I don't dare to show my true colors to others, and I'm still pretending." A follower beside Lan Heng said, quite disdainful of Mo Zishu's behavior.

But at the next moment, everyone looked at him with hatred. Lan Heng's follower couldn't help but backed up a few steps in fright, but didn't dare to say anything more.

They heard, S's promise to them, and S has never let them down, no matter what happened before, it still can't stop S from being the only car god in their hearts.

Lanheng's car is the latest fiery red Lamborghini.

"Are you ready, 3 2 1 GO!" The model stood in the middle of the two cars and held a bright flag in her hand. With a coquettish sound, with a fierce wave of her arms, the two sports cars rushed forward, leaving behind They only have one blue and one red back.