Ren Yuanhao pulled her into his embrace, saying with doting eyes, "You three pieces of trash, why would Feng Meigui herself need to make a move to teach you useless cowards a lesson?"
Upon hearing that Ren Yuanhao intended to fight for her, Zhang Yingfang suddenly grabbed his arm. Deeply touched, her face flushed like rosy clouds.
She chided him reproachfully, "Yuanhao, you can't agree to this, they are real racers!"
"It's fine, your boyfriend's talent is top-notch!" Ren Yuanhao said dotingly.
Zhang Yingfang's heart trembled. That confident look was so much like her ex-boyfriend.
"Oh? Interesting, you've witnessed real racing?" Huang Ming, who had been silent, sneered coldly, his expression grim, "Did you?"
"Racing is child's play, as natural and simple as flushing the toilet after using it. Moreover, you three wastes are still my girlfriend's past defeated opponents. If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to show up here."
Lin Feng was clearly the impulsive type. At these words, he became even more furious and jumped up. Huang Ming pulled him back, his face darkening, and said coldly, "Judging by your tone, it seems you haven't even touched a race car, and likely don't know the basic operations. Want to beat us? Try again in your next life."
Since he had already decided to put them in their place, Ren Yuanhao had to execute this "face-slapping" to the fullest extent.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his driver's license, and deliberately waved it in front of the three of them, taunting, "To tell you the truth, I just got my driver's license three days ago."
The trio burst into uproarious laughter. The idea of someone who had just obtained a driver's license daring to challenge professional racers was perhaps the funniest joke they had ever heard.
Lin Feng, clutching his stomach, almost choked with laughter, completely forgetting the power of Ren Yuanhao's fists. He taunted, "Trash like you, who aren't even considered small fries, I don't know who gave you the courage."
"Courage? Why would I need courage to race against scoundrels like you?"
Ren Yuanhao put his arm around Zhang Yingfang, his face full of affection, "I, on the other hand, only need a bit of guidance from my Feng Meigui, and beating you will be more than enough."
"Kid, don't just bluster, be careful not to twist your tongue!"
"Yeah, just wait to eat our exhaust fumes then!"
Lin Feng and Huang Ming buzzed like a pair of flies, while Zhao Che suddenly glanced at his watch. It was exactly eleven in the morning. He seemed to be pondering something, hesitating to speak.
Ren Yuanhao, well aware of what this guy was thinking, preempted him, "Don't look at the date. The sun is perfect today, and Yingfang and I have plans for the evening. The race, then, will be this afternoon at four o'clock."
Hearing Ren Yuanhao's eagerness, Zhang Yingfang first became flustered and whispered in his ear, "Yuanhao, three to five hours is only enough for beginners. How can we possibly win against professional racers?"
"Relax. If it were some nonsensical coach, I naturally wouldn't win. But it's you; you're Feng Meigui, the world's foremost racer. That's why I believe in you."
Perhaps it was Ren Yuanhao's firm, confident gaze that moved Zhang Yingfang. Her face flushed, her chest rose and fell, and her beautiful eyes, clear as polished water, seemed to have a mind of their own as she agreed.
"If that's the case, we'll meet at the North Elephant Mountain circuit this afternoon!"