The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"Isn't it? Brother Hui, are you really ready to play with this little girl?"

"Little girl, stop watching TV series and don't think you're awesome just because you can twist a car key."

"Just play this house game with your crappy motorcycle. You can't even lift your shoes in a competition with our Brother Hui!"

Wan Huiyang put on his sunglasses again: "I still pursue fairness."

"It's no fun to compete with little girls using official racing cars. Don't throw away these toy cars we bought today. Go back and modify them. After all, they can be recycled."

"But it's okay if the little girl regrets it." Wan Huiyang pointed to Wang Feibai aside, "Let him come."

After that, there was only a roar of the motorcycle engine.

Wan Huiyang's last words were obviously meant for him. Wang Feibai tried to squeeze his right hand hard. As soon as he exerted his strength, there was a burst of pain in the meridians of his wrist.

If it's just one match, he should be able to hold on.

"Classmate Xinge, don't worry about this matter. They came for me in the first place."

"Xingge..." Gu Qi also wanted to persuade him. He knew a lot about the racing circle and naturally knew what level Wan Huiyang's skills belonged to. In China, anyone who has participated in international competitions belongs to He is the top player in the country.

Even though he knew that Shen Xingge was very capable, it was undoubtedly impossible to defeat a racing driver of this level!

Shen Xingge put Song Meng down, but what he was thinking about had nothing to do with the competition: his training needed to go to a higher level, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold the little dumpling for a few minutes if he got older.

Gu Qi was anxious, why was this man still in a daze? "Xing Ge, did you hear what we said?"

Wang Feibai added again: "Classmate Xingge, I will go to the match with Wan Huiyang, please don't get involved anymore."

Shen Xingge held Song Meng's hand with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket: "Since it's a competition I'm participating in, I'll handle it myself, and your right wrist hasn't recovered yet, right?"

Wang Feibai's face turned pale.

"If you compete with that Yang at this time, Mr. Wang should know the irreversible consequences it will bring to your wrist."

Shen Xingge threw a lollipop out of his pocket, and the lollipop fell into Gu Qi's hand accurately. "I forgot to say congratulations. You performed very well and won No. 1!"

Shen Xingge hugged Song Meng to his Lieyan, turned around and said, "Please let me know if the time and place of Yang's competition are confirmed."

After that, he started the engine and said, "Xie Jinchen, are you leaving? If not, I'll take a taxi back."

Xie Jinchen took a step in Gu Qi's direction.

"Xie Jinchen, what are you doing?"

"Candy, give it to me."

Gu Qi immediately closed his hand holding the candy and quickly put the candy into his pocket. The idiot-like smile on his face became wary: "You are dreaming!"

"Thank you Jinchen." Shen Xingge turned his back to everyone, raised his arms and made gestures; "Three, two,"

Xie Jinchen's eyes darkened completely: "Very good!"

Gu Qi got the candy and saw Xie Jinchen's face getting darker and darker, which made him feel more and more happy.

But when he saw Xie Jinchen getting into Shen Xingge's car, his face turned sour again: "Xie Jinchen, why don't you get out of the car!"

Wang Feibai's eyes were pulled by the red flame motorcycle. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and smiled bitterly: "Gu Qi, tell classmate Xing Ge. If you need my help, just ask."

"Sister, you really want to compete with that person." Although the boss may indeed have a super strong core, isn't Shen Xingge's body still too weak?

Naturally, Song Meng would not express such doubts: "It feels like they are very rich. Haoran's brother, do you think so?"

Damn it, this scumbag always tries his best to get rid of big bosses over trivial matters, but doesn't give a shit when big things happen.

"You don't believe your sister?"

The sarcasm in Xie Jinchen's tone almost made Song Meng go berserk. Why are you still thinking of flattering him at this time?You are high school students!I think it's abnormal for high school students to compete with professional racers!

"Don't worry Mengmeng, I will buy you a better-looking skirt when my sister wins!"

The boss has said so, what else can she do?

Song Meng compromised: "Yeah. Meng Meng also believes in sister!"

Xie Jinchen chuckled slowly.

Haha, you ghost!Scumbag!Flatterer!Song Meng felt the veins on his brow twitching and pushed his elbow back hard.

It's just that the three-year-old body really doesn't have explosive power. Xie Jinchen didn't seem to feel it: "Tell me what you need for modification."

"Let's go to the club first." Shen Xingge drove the motorcycle until he reached the Tianya Club and stopped:

The front desk of the club has not changed, and it still looks familiar.

Shen Xingge spoke first: "Didn't you go to see the Panlong Mountain racing competition held by your club today?"

"No, there are not enough people in the store. Do we still need someone to look after the store?"

Shen Xingge walked around the cargo area, but there was no equipment part he wanted: "Do you only have these levels of configuration?"

"Bei'an City is a small place, and some high-end equipment is gathering dust in the warehouse after it is purchased. You can tell me what equipment you want, and I will see if our brother Fei Bai can help you get it."

"Wang Feibai?"

"Yes, yes, Brother Fei Bai is an external expert in our club. Only Brother Fei Bai can get some high-end accessories."

That’s fine, as long as you have channels to get the equipment you want.

"but...."

"But what?"

"But some of the parts that Brother Feibai got may be a bit expensive. And..."

It’s so tiring to talk to this person, “Just say what you have to say.”

"And those parts may be second-hand. They are not second-hand as you think, but they are used by some large domestic clubs or studios for competitions."

Shen Xingge was a little surprised. This Wang Feibai was still quite capable. Even if the professional racing equipment was second-hand, it was much better than the common accessories on the market, but it might also be much more difficult to assemble.

"Okay, let me see what parts I need first, and then contact you, Brother Feibai."

the other side.

"Brother Hui, this is Young Master Jing who I invested in our team." A manager's face turned into a smile, "Thank you Mr. Jing for your investment. Our Donghuang Racing Team will definitely not let Young Master Jing down."

Wu Jingsong also raised his glass and responded: "Then I can look forward to the performance of Donghuang Racing Team with peace of mind."

Everyone raised their glasses: "I wish Wu Entertainment, under Jing Shaoxin's leadership, a prosperous development."

"Wu Entertainment, isn't that the entertainment company where my goddess He Lingling works recently?"

"It seems that several popular TV series recently are owned by Wu Entertainment."

"With investors like Mr. Jing, the development of our Donghuang Racing Team will definitely reach a higher level!"