Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 440: The Man Like a Machine

The two were talking when several men from Asia came over, immediately separating Qin Xin and the girl with the ponytail.

The man leading them was very robust, with a tattooed arm like Charlie’s, speaking as cold as steel and as precise as a machine: "Where does this poor girl come from? Stay away from our Miss Sara. If you don’t leave quickly, my fists aren’t just for show!"

Qin Xin’s gaze swept over the man’s neck.

Didn’t notice any wing mark.

She calmly asked, "Are you a racer?"

Miss Sara proudly replied, "This is our country’s best racer, Matthew. Don’t think you can be smug just because you tricked Charlie and Jack. They’re nothing; Matthew is the real king of racing in our country."

A slight smile appeared on Matthew’s steel-like face, "Thank you for the acknowledgment, Miss."

Looking at Sara, his expression unexpectedly showed a hint of warmth.

Qin Xin wasn’t in the mood to watch their flirtations, only saying to Sara, "Remember, if you lose the bet, call me daddy."

Sara blushed and stamped her foot, "Don’t be too arrogant!"

Qin Xin was amused by the girl’s shy frustration, feeling much better, "A bet is a bet, little baby."

Saying that, she placed one hand in her pocket and waved the other, leaving gracefully.

Behind her.

A racer asked, "Matthew boss, who is that woman? Could she be part of the Imperial Team?"

Matthew snorted coldly, "Impossible, there’s no female racers. I’ve competed for five years and haven’t seen one."

The crowd nodded, "True, we’ve never seen one either... Although there’s a rumor that the one who took Charlie down in the empire was a woman, but I think it must have been a man disguised as a woman. If there were such amazing women in the world, where would us men stand?"

"Exactly, women are always just women, good enough to cook at home, but showing their face out there won’t get them anywhere."

"I absolutely don’t believe a woman can be a racer."

Sara’s expression turned a bit sour.

Asia has always favored men over women, but hearing this still made her slightly uncomfortable because she is a woman, and she likes racing too.

Matthew didn’t say anything else, just asked Sara, "Miss, are you cold? Hungry? Want to take a ride in my car?"

All his focus was on his Miss.

Sara softly asked him, "Matthew, do you also think women aren’t fit for racing?"

Matthew was stunned.

Then confidently said, "If it’s you, Miss, you can do anything. Because you’re not just any woman."

Sara then felt overjoyed, "Matthew, you’re wonderful!"

Matthew laughed along, showing a hint of softness on his steel-like face.

However, the next second.

Sara suddenly pulled out a few photos, excitedly saying, "By the way, Matthew, if I can’t find Zhou Yu at the race the day after tomorrow, could you grab a few autographs for me? Pretty please!"

Matthew’s face froze: "..."

Miss, shouldn’t you consider other people’s feelings?

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Qin Xin returned to the hotel.

Her mind occasionally flashed back to Matthew’s boxy, mechanical face.

On her cellphone, Hong Jingtian finally finished handling the explosion affair, looking despondent as he asked her: "Queen, which hotel are you at? I’ll come meet you."

Qin Xin: "Don’t bother, just send me the latest Saint Sand Group documents. Also, all information on a racer named Matthew from Asia."

Soon after.

Hong Jingtian sent over a bunch of files.

Then he complained, "Queen, the Saint Sand Group is very isolated, they have very little information available, as for their boss Wolff, that guy is super paranoid, never comes out, afraid of assassination. I think it’s going to be hard for you to find him. But it took me half a month to finally figure out their internal structure and layout, do you want to take someone and sneak into their group’s building to corner him..."