Genius Club-Chapter 238 - 60 Huang Que and Ying Jun_2

This sequence of moves flowed as smoothly as the clouds and water, executed in one breath; only a ghost would know how many times the owner of this McLaren must have secretly practiced.

"Didn’t we book this track?"

Zhao Yingjun blinked, completely clueless about what was happening, and turned to look at Lin Xian:

"Is it okay to break the rules like this at a race track?"

Lin Xian covered his forehead and let out a soft sigh.

When he saw this McLaren, he recognized it immediately: it was the car of Su Su, the blind date Chu Shanhe had introduced to him before.

That girl’s temper was indeed no joke.

The provocative maneuver of changing lanes and signaling was truly a case of "giving them a taste of their own medicine"... Previously, it was the Ferrari that provoked the McLaren, and now it was the McLaren provoking the Ferrari.

The difference, though, was that last time the driver of the Ferrari was Huang Que, whereas now it was Zhao Yingjun.

Su Su, seeking to avenge and vent anger, picked the wrong target.

"What’s with that car behaving like that?"

The McLaren ahead had already slowed down considerably, forcing Zhao Yingjun to reduce speed as well. Pointing at the McLaren’s incessantly blinking turn signals, she looked at Lin Xian:

"What is the taillight trying to say?"

"It should be a kind of... friendly way of saying hello, like asking whether it’s possible to share the track," Lin Xian reluctantly began to bluff.

"Just two lights can convey so much meaning?"

"I’m also guessing," Lin Xian said, smiling and spreading his hands.

After all, Su Su probably just came here to blow off steam. She’d swing around a bit and leave, and it wouldn’t delay Zhao Yingjun’s practice.

However...

When it came to creating trouble and being a nuisance, Su Su never disappointed anyone.

The McLaren, now slowing down, moved to the left side of the Ferrari, then rolled down its window, and the female passenger made a mocking face, gesturing downwards with her thumb:

"Pretty boy! Moving so freely, huh!"

Su Su snorted lightly herself, realizing that the main driver of the Ferrari was indeed MX Company’s boss, Zhao Yingjun, who had played tricks on her at the restaurant with Lin Xian that day.

She then understood that the arrogant and conceited woman who had overtaken her on the overpass that day and raced against Lin Xian was none other than Zhao Yingjun!

Well, now.

Su Su had an epiphany!

You two are having quite the fun, playing dogs and mistresses, aren’t you?

Both acting like you’re starring in your own drama?

After playing out the blind date role play at the restaurant, you’re going on to perform a ’chasing the wife to the crematorium’ scene on the overpass?

[So, I was just a NPC tool in your little love games?!]

"Disgusting!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got!

Through the rolled-down window, Su Su glared at Zhao Yingjun, who was looking at her. She made a gesture that was three parts contempt, three parts sarcasm, three parts ridicule, and one part provocation.

Then she slammed on the gas pedal——

Roar!!!!!!!!

The McLaren, like a cheetah, burst forth fiercely, immediately putting several car lengths between itself and the unprepared Ferrari, and sped towards the upcoming curve.

Inside the Ferrari.

Zhao Yingjun could clearly see the driver, Su Su, and her complex gesture.

Her brow furrowed as she looked at Lin Xian:

"Isn’t that your blind date from the other day?"

"Yes, it is."

At this point, Lin Xian had resigned himself.

"Hmph." Zhao Yingjun chuckled:

"Typical of her, still as impolite as ever."

"Exactly."

Lin Xian nodded in agreement:

"That’s why we should just ignore her and continue with our practice. It’s extremely dangerous to race side by side in such conditions. We’ll go slower and keep our distance from her——"

Roar!!!!!!!

Before Lin Xian could finish speaking, Zhao Yingjun floored the gas pedal of the Ferrari!

The blood-red Ferrari, like an enraged cheetah, pounced forward. The engine’s revs instantly hit the redline, and the car rocketed forward at unprecedented speed, chasing after the McLaren ahead!

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Lin Xian tightened his seatbelt and looked at Zhao Yingjun in confusion, who was extremely serious in her gaze and expression.

Hold on.

Lady.

What are you doing!

You’re really going for it?

Can I get out of the car first?

Lin Xian was speechless... He wasn’t afraid of the car going fast, but both Zhao Yingjun’s and Su Su’s driving skills were actually still that of beginners.

Describing their rivalry as a ’battle of the novices’ was quite apt.

Both novices racing on the track with their newly learned meager skills... with their technique not up to par, a collision or overturn was only a matter of time!

And what he couldn’t understand the most was...

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Zhao Yingjun was never this childish, aggressive woman before.

She was always very calm.

Very easygoing.

Very composed.

Whenever she faced any situation, she’d greet it with a slight smile and confront it coolly, as if she had already planned for everything, firmly in control.

Even last year, when MX Company was caught in such a huge operational crisis, Lin Xian never saw her flustered in the slightest.

Even during the blind date with Su Su full of misunderstandings, Zhao Yingjun always maintained an attitude of enjoying the spectacle, and was mature and composed throughout; for her, Su Su was just a "child" not worth taking seriously, and she would never cater to her provocations.

But today... something’s off.

Why has Zhao Yingjun suddenly become childishly competitive?

Lady, your character’s falling apart!

Whoosh— Whoosh—

The equally red McLaren and Ferrari raced past the curves.

Indeed, the skills of these two were evenly matched, resembling a novice’s duel.

Both slowed down significantly through the turns, taking very wide lines that, in Lin Xian’s view, were no different than old men wildly racing.

However...

In comparison,

Su Su was slightly more skilled.

After all, she had spent much more time behind the wheel than Zhao Yingjun, and was certainly more familiar with it.