The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Xu Xizhou got off the taxi and walked into the gate of the karting club.

He was a frequent visitor here when he was a child, and he has won various domestic karting competitions. After the age of 12, the coach suggested that he go to Europe to participate in international competitions.Thinking of the scene when he went abroad for the first time, tearfully grabbing the straps of his backpack and not wanting to get on the plane, he couldn't help laughing.

"Xizhou, you're here."

A middle-aged man with gray hair came out. He was Xu Xizhou's former coach, Meng Hui, and now he is the general manager of this karting training ground.

He walked forward with a smile and patted Xu Xizhou on the shoulder.

"I heard people say that you don't live in Lu's house now, what's going on?"

"That's it, I'm a counterfeit, and it's not good for doves to occupy the magpie's nest."

"You just terminated the contract with the team and lost your source of income. What will you do in the future?"

"Isn't there still a coach covering me?"

Compared to the man with a sad face, Xu Xizhou looked much more relaxed. He put his hand on the man's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, Mr. Meng, let's go and see your lavish office."

"The track is still the same, it seems that nothing has changed."

Xu Xizhou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows outside the office, looking around the S-shaped track not far away.

Meng Hui didn't know what to think of, and sighed softly, "A few years ago, when F1 had sub-stations in China, many people still paid attention to racing cars, but then it stopped. After all, this is a niche sport in China. It’s good enough to still be in business.”

He dialed an intercom and asked his assistant to come in.

"I'll let Lili take you around first. Get familiar with this place. I have a meeting later, and I'll have dinner with you after the meeting."

Xu Xizhou nodded, thinking of something, uncertain, "I've never taught students before, are you sure you want me to be their coach?"

"I have no other request, just don't make those children cry."

"I'm not a bully, why make them cry?"

"When you were young, you made others cry a lot."

Xu Xizhou suddenly thought of how arrogant he was when he won an award when he was a child, and he wanted to laugh, but at the same time his heart was a little sour.

Not long after Xu Xizhou left, there was a black Mercedes in front of the office building.Meng Hui saw the license plate in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, immediately put a smile on his face, and walked out of the office to greet him.

The driver's door was pushed open, and the driver with gray hair and white gloves came out first.He walked to the back row, bent slightly, and opened the car door respectfully.

"Master, here we are."

There was a muffled hum from inside the car.A slender foot wearing black leather shoes stepped out.The man who stepped out of the carriage was tall and well-dressed in a black suit. His hair was a rare light brown, and his face was extremely deep.

The man's unsmiling thin lips were slightly pursed, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses stood on the bridge of his tall nose. Behind the lenses were a pair of light green eyes that were breathtaking, reflecting emerald-like light under the winter sun.

"President Xiao Zhuang, you are able to come here, but let this place flourish."

Meng Hui warmly stepped forward to shake hands with him.

The man also showed a very shallow smile, and held his hand back.

"Coach Meng, you are too serious."

In the office, the fragrance of tea wafts.

"How long will you stay in China this time? Is everything okay at home?" Meng Hui looked concerned.

"My mother was ill some time ago and had a minor operation, so she may have to stay for a while."

After a few pleasantries, Zhuang Jingchun got straight to the point and cut to the point.

"I heard that the club has been running poorly in the past two years and has difficulty in cash flow..."

When it came to the operation of the club, Meng Hui looked a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but he still told the truth about the operation of the club in the past two years.

After listening to his story, Zhuang Jingchun felt hesitant, "I have communicated with the accountant, and the first payment will be made to your account in three days."

"Xiao Zhuang, thank you so much, you have solved my urgent need. I almost want to transfer this place, and now you come to be a shareholder, of course it is the best..."

Zhuang Jingchun took a sip of Longjing tea in her cup, turned her gaze out of the window, and suddenly noticed a figure in a black jacket sitting on the grass next to the track.

"That's..." The boy's profile seemed familiar.

"It's my new coach, Xu Xizhou. If you pay attention to racing cars, you should know this kid. It's a pity, he was originally the most promising Chinese racing driver in F1..."

Zhuang Jingchun immediately remembered the reports he saw on the Internet.

"Does the Lu family ignore him?"

"He has moved out of the Lu family. I guess he doesn't want to owe his adoptive parents any more. I don't know where the child lives now."

Zhuang Jingchun nodded, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the figure on the grass.

The boy didn't know that he was being watched. He took a piece of grass in his mouth, stretched himself, then stood up, took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and began to record something.

Speaking of Xu Xizhou, the old coach was both regretful and indignant.

"Who would believe that there is such a bloody thing these days. The biological mother seems to have undergone liver surgery and found out that there was a problem when she was about to be donated. Those unscrupulous media also chased them to foreign competitions. As soon as his condition slumped, he began to ridicule overwhelmingly, saying that if his family was not rich, he would not be qualified to stand on the podium. In my eyes..."

"Old Meng, don't get excited." Zhuang Jingchun picked up the teapot and filled his empty cup.

Only then did Meng Hui realize his gaffe, he stroked his chest in embarrassment, and said embarrassingly, "Xiao Zhuang, I made you laugh, why don't you stay for lunch together, I'll let the cafeteria..."

"No, I have a meeting at noon. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Zhuang Jingchun glanced at his watch and stood up.

The old coach sent him out with regret on his face.

Zhuang Jingchun returned to the car, and just sat down when the phone rang.

He glanced at the incoming call, frowned slightly, and picked up the phone.

"Xiaochun, let me tell you, I have a friend's son who graduated from Stanford with a master's degree and is now teaching at T University. That kid is talented, good-looking, and about the same age as you. Do you want to come out and meet him this weekend? ? Or should I send you a photo first?"

"Mom, I've said it many times, and I don't have any thoughts about it for now. Please don't meddle in my private life. Can you?"

"I'm your own mother, how can this be called meddling?" The person on the other end of the phone sighed, and said earnestly, "Xiaochun, mother is not trying to force you, but I have been in the hospital for so many days, and I have seen many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths. You said that if something happens to me and your father in the future, how lonely you will be alone in this world, it is always better to have someone by your side. "

"Mom, do you ever curse yourself like that?" Zhuang Jingchun pressed the center of her eyebrows with a helpless expression.

"Either you find it yourself, and I won't force you to go on a blind date if you find it yourself, is that okay?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Jingchun helped the glasses frame on the bridge of her nose and sighed softly.

"Madam is also very kind."

The driver started the car and observed his expression in the rearview mirror.

Zhuang Jingchun did not understand his mother's painstaking efforts, but he has always been a person with indifferent feelings, and there are very few things he is obsessed with.Suitors flock to him because of his appearance and family background, but he just feels bored.

The black Mercedes started slowly and drove towards the gate of the club.Zhuang Jingchun rested her elbows on the car window, glanced back inadvertently, and happened to see the boy walking towards the office building with one hand in his pocket.

Still in that lazy posture, maybe the grass clippings in his mouth have not been picked off.Inexplicably, Zhuang Jingchun suddenly remembered the Australian Grand Prix half a year ago. The air in Melbourne was warm and humid. For the first time on the F2 podium, a face from Huaguo stood on the podium. The boy’s eyes under the helmet were shining brightly, and his face was full of excitement. Excited, he sprinkled the champagne in his hand to the crowd.

Who would have imagined that the racing star who was eagerly reported by the sports world, the young man who shouldered all the expectations and praises of the Huaguo racing industry, fell from the clouds to the quagmire in an instant, and lived in this small karting club?

Zhuang Jingchun looked at that figure from the back, and couldn't tell what it was like for a moment.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, it was a WeChat message.

——If we don’t meet each other, it’s okay to look at the photos, maybe you’ll like them, [smile]

Zhuang Jingchun took a deep breath, glanced at the photo, and stayed there for two seconds without emotion.

"I don't like the genre."

After a few seconds of silence, he typed again.

"I forgot to tell you that I have someone to pursue."