"Han Yan, you jerk..."
Qiao Xixi understood what Han Yan meant and was so angry she wanted to hit him.
But Mu Chen grabbed her wrist.
"Fine."
The exceptionally cool youth met her gaze with indifferent eyes.
Pushing aside his plain outer layer, what lay beneath was an unyielding challenge.
Han Yan was not surprised by his choice. Ever since their last game of Werewolf.
He knew it then.
Mu Chen, though seemingly indifferent to Qiao Xixi, had already marked her as his possession.
Otherwise, given his personality, he would never have agreed to sit down and play Werewolf with them.
It was just that he had miscalculated his own skill and hadn't managed to get his revenge in the game.
Therefore, when he provoked him again today, he would definitely agree.
"Are you confident you'll win?"
As the 'prize,' Qiao Xixi watched the cool-faced youth with a nervous heart.
"I only managed to get out today. I just want to spend it with you."
Her soft, sweet tone made one's heart melt.
Mu Chen reached out and patted her head, his voice gentle.
"I will win."
Qiao Xixi froze.
She had been pursuing him for days, only to be met with cold indifference or outright neglect.
Such an intimate gesture was truly... unprecedented.
Was this... progress?
-
Heat waves shimmered, and the motorcycles roared.
Han Yan expertly controlled the motorcycle beneath him.
While waiting, he slightly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the helmet as if to say—
Give up, little brother.
Mu Chen stared straight ahead, expressionless, completely ignoring his opponent's provocation.
As the checkered flag fell from the announcer's hand, the two motorcycles shot out like leopards.
The scorching heat they kicked up almost pushed back Qiao Xixi, who was standing closest.
The suddenly lively racetrack attracted a large crowd of spectators.
"These two have some serious skills."
"Indeed, they're almost neck and neck. Hard to tell who will win."
"Who cares? Let's just watch the show."
As they spoke, one lap passed.
Han Yan and Mu Chen maintained a delicate balance.
It was impossible to tell who was winning.
Qiao Xixi watched the two fleeting streaks of color on the track with a nervous heart.
Her eyes were red with anxiety.
Although she hoped Mu Chen would win,
Han Yan was a thrill-seeker.
He participated in every race, big or small, in Jiangcheng.
A year ago, he had even won the underground racing championship.
His skill was undeniably formidable. As for Mu Chen...
Qiao Xixi suddenly grabbed Chi Ze Rui.
"Do you think he'll win?" she asked, wringing her hands.
She didn't know him well, only that he was excellent at academics and fighting.
Other than that, she knew almost nothing.
"..."
Chi Ze Rui remained silent, his gaze deep.
How could he answer that?
The wealthy young masters of Jiangcheng learned many things from a young age.
Whether they liked it or not, they had to learn.
Racing was one of them.
Therefore, given Brother Chen's skill, winning wouldn't be difficult.
The key was whether he *wanted* to win.
Chi Ze Rui didn't know if Mu Chen agreed to the race to make Qiao Xixi give up,
or if he had developed feelings for her, making it difficult to answer.
Until a unified gasp erupted from the surrounding crowd.
Chi Ze Rui turned his head to stare at the track.
The race was nearing its end.
The two cars had been locked in a stalemate until the middle of the third lap when Mu Chen began to accelerate.
"He will."
Chi Ze Rui said.
Qiao Xixi had expected him to say 'no,' so when she heard a definitive answer, her mind failed to register it.
She blinked in confusion, and in the next second, the race was over. Mu Chen crossed the finish line first.
The entire venue erupted in cheers.
As soon as he took off his helmet, an embrace wrapped around his waist.
The soft, delicate girl nuzzled against his chest as if throwing a tantrum.
"Thank goodness you won. I'm yours today..."
Her voice, tinged with a slight sob, made Mu Chen instinctively retract his hand, allowing her to hold him.
Actually, he had wanted to lose.
He wanted her to be taken away by Han Yan.
And then never bother him again.
But on the last lap, he suddenly remembered what he had told her—that he would win.
He didn't want to break his promise.
...
"Hey, handsome," a bold girl approached, "can I get your WeChat?"
He was handsome before taking off his helmet, even more so after.
There were countless girls around who couldn't contain themselves.
Qiao Xixi eyed her rivals defensively, then looked at Mu Chen with a hint of grievance.
Remembering his indiscriminate acceptance last time made her feel bad.
She didn't want to go through that again.
Mu Chen rubbed his temples, annoyed, and directly put his arm around Qiao Xixi, leading her through the crowd.
His intention was clear.
Qiao Xixi's legs felt shaky as she walked in front of everyone. Only then did she look up and ask, "You..."
"Dealing with you is already troublesome enough. Don't get any ideas."
Mu Chen directly cut off her hopes.
The light in the young girl's eyes instantly dimmed. "Oh."
As she spoke, her rosy cheeks puffed out in disappointment.
Mu Chen's heart twinged slightly, but he said nothing.
-
As various race cars entered the track, the competition gradually began.
Wen Tingxue had never watched a race before and didn't understand much. Yu Wenli patiently explained in her ear.
"Racing events are generally divided into track races and off-track races. Today's is a touring car race, a type of track race..."
After listening, half-understanding, Wen Tingxue turned her head and softly asked:
"That car with the most red on it, is that Brother A Rui's?"
Yu Wenli raised an eyebrow. "You know quite a bit about him."
Hearing the hint of jealousy in his voice, the young girl quickly explained.
"He likes red so much, it's hard not to guess, right?"
"Is Yi Yi paying so much attention to him?" His tone was laced with danger.
Wen Tingxue sensed impending doom and turned to run, but her neck was grabbed.
With absolutely powerful force, she was turned around.
"Brother Yu..."
Before she could utter her plea, her lipstick-stained lips were heavily pressed by warm, rough fingertips.
It was clearly a punishment.
"Say something your brother wants to hear, and I might consider letting you off."
Feeling the force around her waist, the young girl pouted aggrievedly, "You're such a jealous person."
"Hm?"
Yu Wenli's long eyes narrowed, and his fingertips skillfully toyed with the sensitive soft flesh at her waist.
The young girl couldn't take it and softened into his arms, her pretty face blushing as she glared at him, as if to say: you bad person.
The next moment, her sensitive waist was deliberately teased.
He knew her too well, knowing exactly how much pressure would torment her.
Thus, in just a few seconds, Wen Tingxue surrendered.
She was afraid that if he continued to tease her, she would let out a moan.
Although everyone was focused on the race and discussing it, and no one was paying attention to them,
she was scared.
"Brother Yu, you're the best, please let me go. I won't mention him again next time."
Her lips, even redder after being tormented by him, pouted in grievance.
Her pitiable appearance was enough to stir destructive desires in the heart.
Yu Wenli's gaze deepened as he stared at her for a few seconds, then his brows twitched, seemingly dissatisfied.
Wen Tingxue: "..."
Jealous men were so hard to please.
She had said a whole basket of nice words, but he remained unmoved, as if he planned to sulk until tomorrow.
The young girl's mouth felt dry as she looked up at the sky, then suddenly had an idea.
"Ahhh! My Master Chi is so handsome!"
"Chi Ze Rui on the racetrack is a god!"
"There are side bets going on, who are you all betting on?"
"Do I even need to ask? Chi Ze Rui! When has he ever lost!"
"Exactly..."
Before she could finish speaking, a modified blue car closely following behind overtook them on the bend, becoming the new leader.
Chi Ze Rui's red sports car was left behind.
Even further behind.
"What... is going on?"
The audience was stunned.
"Is he not feeling well?"
"Chi Ze Rui rarely loses in Jiangcheng, right?"
"Let alone Jiangcheng, he rarely loses even in the country. Today..."
"Damn it! If you're not in the right state, don't compete! Are you kidding? I bet a lot of money on him."
"I should have bet on Xu Yao to win, the odds were higher."
Amidst the controversy, Hao Luo Er stared at the red racing car, which had been pushed to fourth place, with red eyes.
Her hands gripping the railing were veined, clearly indicating extreme tension.
She wasn't afraid of him losing; she was afraid he wasn't feeling well today.
...
On the track, Chi Ze Rui skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel.
With a beautiful drift and tail-spin, he took the lead again.
Like a suddenly awakened dragon, with a mere flick, the first place that others fought so hard for became his.
The audience was instantly awed by the maneuver, their surprise replaced by cheers.
The subsequent rankings were no longer in doubt.
No matter how hard the blue car tried, it couldn't touch the tail of the red car.
All the way to the finish line, Chi Ze Rui dismounted as the absolute victor.
However, his expression was not the usual arrogant swagger.
Instead, he looked indifferent.
As if he was not very happy.
"Oh," Xu Yao lowered his window, sneering, "Master Chi wasn't in top form today, almost lost."
Chi Ze Rui took off his helmet, scanned the audience, and then replied:
"I was just playing with you, and you took it seriously? Loser."
Xu Yao: "..."
Xu Yao: "Chi Ze Rui, you son of a bitch..."
The media swarmed in, and Chi Ze Rui was surrounded. Xu Yao angrily shut his mouth.
The interview segment, which he usually enjoyed the most, became flavorless.
Chi Ze Rui wearily answered question after question.
His mind was filled with only one question: was the young girl present during the race?
Why couldn't he see her?
Mu Chen and Qiao Qiao's situation is like a 'chasing wife crematorium,' I don't know if you guys like it. If not, I'll try to write it more simply.