Wo cao!
Is San Ba going to fly the motorcycle?
Li Qianfan, suddenly feeling like he was about to be thrown off, yelled in his heart and quickly opened his eyes.
The drizzle continued.
Dusk had fallen.
Through the Bluetooth headset, Yan Zi's curses came through: "29! You are despicable!"
Li Qianfan then noticed that Yan Zi's motorcycle had veered off the road and onto a muddy dirt path beside it.
This was a halfway point.
Yan Zi, already lagging behind number 9 and number 41, was rammed head-on by number 29, who was behind her, as she turned at the halfway point.
Yan Zi instinctively twisted the handlebars to dodge, and the motorcycle plunged onto the dirt road.
"Oh, oh!"
Number 29, who had ambushed Yan Zi, showed no shame after her scolding and instead let out a triumphant "oh oh," quickly turned, and sped back the way they came.
"Damn it!"
Yan Zi cursed hatefully and turned to Li Qianfan, saying, "Get off."
The wheels were already deeply stuck in the mud, and she had to dismount to turn the bike around.
Li Qianfan said, "But my shoes will get dirty."
"I'll give you an extra thousand yuan to buy new ones!"
Yan Zi's face was full of impatience.
Fine.
For the sake of that thousand yuan, Li Qianfan, who had been hugging Yan Zi for half the journey, not only jumped into the mud without hesitation but also, in a spirit of helpfulness, helped her drag the motorcycle out of the mud and onto the road.
After stomping his feet a few times, Yan Zi cursed the word "despicable" again hatefully.
She was originally in third place.
If she had performed well, she had a great chance of defeating the two people her rival had invited.
But now, she was ranked 15th.
Even if she performed exceptionally, she wouldn't be able to break into the top three.
Li Qianfan suddenly said, "Give me all the championship prize money, and I'll help you win."
Huh?
Yan Zi, who was about to get on the bike, paused and asked, "You're still a minor, have you ever ridden this kind of professional racing motorcycle before?"
Li Qianfan, too lazy to argue, snatched the motorcycle from her hands, mounted it, and said, "Get on! Hold on tight."
"Get off me! This is not a game."
Yan Zi dared not let him ride.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, she didn't care about the money.
But she cherished her life immensely.
"You're going to lose anyway."
Li Qianfan said, "I'll ride for a while. If you think it's unsafe, you can switch back. Hurry! If you dawdle, we won't catch up."
Yan Zi got on the bike and hugged his waist tightly, "You're a minor, don't mess around. If the bike goes out of control, we'll both... Ah!"
Vroom vroom vroom—
Before she could finish, the racing motorcycle roared to life and shot forward.
Li Qianfan yawned again.
It was raining, and he was only wearing a blue shirt. The speed was so fast, yet he still felt a little sleepy.
It seemed the speed was still too slow.
As long as the speed was fast enough, the wind would be cold enough to blow away the lethargic god of sleep.
Then accelerate!
When the race began, Li Qianfan had already noticed that Yan Zi's top speed was around 220.
Number 9 and number 41, who were slightly better than her technically, were at most 230.
This speed was considered suicidal for ordinary people.
For Yan Zi and others, it was the highest level.
Any further increase in speed would directly increase the probability of the vehicle crashing and people dying.
Amidst the roaring engine, the speed quickly climbed to around 260.
Li Qianfan still thought it was too slow.
Yan Zi's motorcycle could reach a top speed of about 310, infinitely close to the top-tier racing cars (top speed 320. Of course, some cars could reach 400 in an instant, but that was only for a short period and on absolutely safe roads.)
He'd run at 280 first, to test the bike's performance.
Vroom vroom vroom!
The speed of the motorcycle was increased to 280 without much effort.
"The bike's performance is really good. It seems I can go for 300."
As Li Qianfan nodded inwardly, Yan Zi behind him screamed, "Minor, are you crazy!? Going so fast! Quick, slow down, slow down! Let go of the throttle, absolutely do not hit the brakes."
Li Qianfan ignored her and continued to accelerate.
Speed 290.
Yan Zi, who was plastered against his shoulder, was terrified.
She almost cried, "Let go of the throttle, let go! I'll give you a hundred thousand! No, I'll give you two hundred thousand! Hurry, let go of the throttle."
Vroom vroom vroom!
The speed finally reached 300.
Yan Zi stopped screaming.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she was too scared.
She felt like she was right on the brink of the gates of hell.
If she dared to utter another word, a little demon would jump out and take her away.
All she could do was hug Li Qianfan's waist with all her might, close her eyes, and "patiently" wait for the moment the little demon would reappear.
How long had it been?
One second, or a century?
Beep beep.
Yan Zi, who felt she had already been dragged into the gates of hell by a little demon, was suddenly awakened by a beeping sound.
She instinctively opened her eyes.
The motorcycle had finally stopped.
It was the starting line!
Her companions, who had stayed at the starting line, were staring at Li Qianfan with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
And number 9 and number 41, who had initially been a full two kilometers ahead of Yan Zi, were now desperately speeding towards them from a kilometer behind, looking furious.
"Let go, get off, pay me."
Li Qianfan looked back at her and said three words.
Yan Zi got off the bike dumbly, stumbled, and as she quickly reached out to steady herself against a streetlamp, she finally "came alive" with a jolt.
The feeling of solid ground beneath her feet was so damn good!
From now on, anyone who races again is a pig!!
She looked at Li Qianfan and asked foolishly, "Are you a professional race car driver?"
"A new talent for the national team."
As Li Qianfan got off the bike, he said mysteriously, "Shh, don't tell anyone. I'm afraid they'll ask me for autographs."
"I believe you, you ghost!"
Yan Zi suddenly kicked Li Qianfan's leg hard.
Li Qianfan's hand on the handlebars swerved just in time.
With a bang.
Yan Zi's kick landed on the wheel.
She cried out in pain and hopped around on the spot, clutching her foot.
Serves her right!
Li Qianfan cursed and quickly walked to the little beautiful referee.
She was holding a black plastic bag.
Before the race started, Li Qianfan had seen that this bag contained the "grand prize" money.
He snatched it from her, took out five bundles of cash, and pressed them into her arms: "The remaining hundred thousand yuan is the prize money San Ba hired me to win."
San Ba finally stopped jumping around and glared at Li Qianfan fiercely.
It wasn't that Li Qianfan had taken the championship prize money automatically.
It was because he had made her full-force kick land on the wheel.
Her foot would probably swell.
"Let's go, San Ba."
Li Qianfan waved goodbye to Yan Zi and quickly walked onto the sidewalk, taking out his phone to call for a taxi.
Of course, he could have gone back with Yan Zi.
But it was obvious that Yan Zi would have to chat with number 29 and the others for a long time.
It was dark now, and he wasn't in the mood to wait here.
"Wait, minor."
Yan Zi chased a few steps, her foot hurting, and stopped quickly.
Li Qianfan turned back, "Something wrong?"
Yan Zi held up her phone, "Add me as a friend, let's keep in touch."
"My mom said not to add friends with women who are improper."
Li Qianfan gave a powerful excuse and quickened his pace.
Yan Zi's curses came from behind him: "Damn it!"
Li Qianfan didn't look back, and decisively gave her the middle finger.
Eight o'clock.
It was pitch dark.
Li Qianfan stepped out of the taxi.
He observed the twelve-story building with its outline lights for a moment. Not finding anything amiss, Li Qianfan sent a voice message to his friend Zhizhi Gou: "I'm here."
Zhizhi Gou replied instantly: "Master, the top floor, east side, awaiting your arrival."