Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 479 - 36: The Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die

Chapter 479: Chapter 36: The Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die

Upon hearing the cheers, Qiao Chuweng looked at Jiang Lai, changing his tone.

"Jiang Lai, do you know how to ride a motorcycle? Since you’re the judge, you must know about motorcycles. Being a judge isn’t much fun; it would be a blast to compete with everyone."

Before Jiang Lai could speak, the people around began to cheer him on.

"Jiang Lai, give it a try."

"Jiang Lai, weren’t you always riding motorcycles with Shen Weizhou? Go for it!"

"Race! Race! The more girls, the more fun!"

They were all just cheering.

Qiao Chuweng leaned against the motorcycle, smiling at Jiang Lai as if he had foreseen everything.

Jiang Lai sighed.

"Alright, let’s play; it’s been a while since I’ve ridden, and my skills aren’t what they once were."

"It’s okay, friendship first, competition second. You have so much experience, maybe you’ll have to give me a little leeway."

Jiang Lai went to change into riding gear, wearing tall boots, and chose a slightly smaller and lighter women’s motorcycle. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Shen Weizhou personally picked it for her, repeatedly reminding her.

"Just have fun in the back, don’t ride too fast."

Jiang Lai put on her helmet and waved Shen Weizhou off.

"Go on, have fun. Don’t worry about me."

Qiao Chuweng watched their interaction.

She wasn’t foolish; Shen Weizhou’s intentional and unintentional closeness and gentle smile clearly showed affection.

Shen Weizhou liked Jiang Lai.

Ha...

Qiao Chuweng smirked, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

What did he like about her?

The race was about to begin.

Qiao Chuweng made a gesture, and all the motorcycles lined up neatly. The modified bikes revved with a low "vroom" sound.

Accompanied by a scream, the motorcycles shot out like arrows.

"Ah—!! Shen Weizhou!! Shen Weizhou!!"

Shen Weizhou was notorious for being excellent at riding bikes; everyone had heard something about him.

Many girls squealed like boiling water at seeing him ride in person, instantaneously igniting the atmosphere on site. The motorcycles’ movement was clearly visible through live surveillance at different junctions.

Shen Weizhou was way ahead.

The crowd was enormous, intensely packed; everyone wanted a central view of the action.

Jiang Ci chased closely after Shen Weizhou; under his helmet, he could clearly hear the whistling wind in his ears and his heavy breathing.

He saw nothing but the black motorcycle at the front, watching him repeatedly take sharp turns against the mountain, almost suicidally. The burning flame in Jiang Ci’s heart grew stronger, echoing the moment the fireworks lit, at the instant Shen Weizhou exchanged glances with Jiang Lai.

Shen Weizhou’s gaze then was far from honest.

But Jiang Lai’s eyes plainly wrote of her amusement.

Somehow, a barrier formed between them that others couldn’t touch, and Jiang Ci felt excluded.

He hated it.

Clearly, he should know Jiang Lai best.

How dare a spoiled brat like Shen Weizhou draw so near to Jiang Lai just out of a whim?

The night’s darkness thickened on the mountain, the surrounding forest like night-swallowing beasts making eerie "rustle" sounds with the biting evening wind.

Shen Weizhou sensed hostility from behind; he was never afraid of anyone approaching with animosity or even malicious intent, especially from heavy-minded people like Jiang Ci; Shen Weizhou sharply detected Jiang Ci’s odd possessiveness.

The motorcycle beneath him sped up increasingly fast; upon reaching the mountaintop, Shen Weizhou quickly turned around to sprint downhill.

Jiang Ci closely followed behind.

Further back, Jiang Lai’s motorcycle maintained a consistent distance; her boldness and precision, her mastery over taking bends and overtaking, quickly left Qiao Chuweng behind.

Qiao Chuweng fixed her gaze on the figure ahead, realizing she couldn’t catch up. She turned her handlebars and headed down a less-known path.

The road was straight and steep, yet short in distance, allowing her to effortlessly catch up to Jiang Ci, being third to reach the mountaintop.

Seeing Jiang Ci, Qiao Chuweng yelled out.

"Jiang Ci! Are you risking your life? Why compare yourself to people like Shen Weizhou?"

Initially, it was just a casual race for bonding; now, anyone can see the thick animosity and competitive drive between Jiang Ci and Shen Weizhou.

Shen Weizhou doing this was no surprise, as he was always a fearless, outright reckless extremist, but Jiang Ci’s actions lacked any justification.

Qiao Chuweng blocked Jiang Ci when he turned his bike.

"Jiang Ci, what are you doing?"

Through her helmet, she couldn’t see Jiang Ci’s deeply dark eyes clearly.

"A race."

"It’s just friends playing; you take it as a professional race? Why measure up to people like Shen Weizhou?"

Jiang Ci ignored her, turned his handlebars, circumvented Qiao Chuweng, and sped after Shen Weizhou.

Qiao Chuweng took a deep breath; at that moment, Jiang Lai arrived.

"Your riding is quite good."

Was Jiang Lai used to pretending to be weak before striking? Why wait until everyone begged for her to participate?

Does she just love being the center of attention?

Trying hard while posing as a genius, handling things effortlessly?

How did she not realize before how fake Jiang Lai was?

Jiang Lai didn’t hurry, pausing for a breath.

"It’s okay; I didn’t practice much before. You’re impressive too, overtaking me unknowingly."

Qiao Chuweng felt a pang of guilt.

She knew beforehand there was a short cut on the mountain, thus faster.

But she wasn’t doing it to win against Jiang Lai; was there any comparison between her and Jiang Lai?

She did it merely to persuade Jiang Ci.

Seeing Qiao Chuweng’s calm expression, Jiang Lai smiled.

Her face was thick-skinned.

"Shall we continue downhill?"

Qiao Chuweng sneered inside, thinking Jiang Lai was courting disaster.

"Sure, what to race on?"

"Hmm... let’s see who reaches the base first, with some money at stake; what amount is suitable..."

Qiao Chuweng immediately interjected.

"How about a million? Not too much, win or lose, no heartbreak."

A million...

Qiao Chuweng sure dares to ask.

"What? Think it’s too much or too little?"

"Neither too much nor too little, just right; a million, it works."

Jiang Lai agreed promptly; her confidence in winning sharply stung Qiao Chuweng’s eyes.

"I’ll wait for you at the top; once you say ’start,’ we’ll begin."

Jiang Lai turned towards the starting point on the mountaintop to wait.

At that moment, Fu Ming also rode over, seeing Qiao Chuweng standing there with a stern face, a coldness in her eyes.