NOVPUBChapter 198: 198, Just Good Enough to Win You (3)_1
Chapter 198: 198, Just Good Enough to Win You (3)_1
Jian Qing lowered her eyes slightly, pinching his sleeve with her fingertips.
“Sweetheart, promise me, you won’t do this again.” He caressed her long hair and his thin lips brushed against her ear.
After some hesitation, Jian Qing lightly nodded, “Hmm.”
“About this race–”
Before he could finish, she interrupted, “I want to participate in this race and I will take care of Baxter myself.”
As he locked eyes with her for a while, Quan Jingwu finally agreed, “I can let you, but with one condition.”
“Hmm?” Jian Qing looked at him curiously.
“I haven’t figured it out yet. I’ll tell you when we get home,” he answered.
Jian Qing eyed him warily, she always felt she was the one who ended up with the short end of the stick whenever dealing with him.
“Will you agree?” Quan Jingwu urged.
Seeing that time was running out, Jian Qing gritted her teeth and agreed.
Taking advantage of the situation, what a shrewd businessman he was.
When the time arrived for the race, all the drivers were ready, and Jian Qing was the last one to prepare.
“Jian, catch!”
Daniel called out, then tossed over the car keys.
Jian Qing reached out and clutched the car keys in the palm of her hand.
Everyone watched in confusion as Daniel and Jian Qing seemed to be having a very familiar exchange.
The next second, when they saw Jian Qing standing next to Daniel’s famous sports car, everyone was taken aback.
Every racer has affection for their beloved race cars, how can this unexpected girl be allowed to drive Daniel’s car?
What on earth was going on?
“Be careful!” Daniel cautioned as she was leaving.
Jian Qing calmly put on her gloves, responding with a sound of acknowledgement.
“Tsk–”
Next to Daniel’s car was Baxter’s. Seeing Jian Qing using Daniel’s car, disdain and contempt filled his eyes.
“Don’t even have a car of your own, never even raced before, have you? Be prepared to lose miserably.”
After saying that, he laughed uproariously, his face showing no signs of being perturbed.
Jian Qing put on her last glove, her long, narrow eyes flickered, carrying a sly glint, “My racing skills are a bit poor, but it should be just enough to beat you.”
The two were speaking in Chinese, their voices weren’t particularly loud but everyone could hear them clearly.
Up on the stage, Han Yue burst into laughter, almost collapsing onto Quan Mingxuan, “Hahaha, Jingwu, your wife is so sarcastic, just look at Baxter’s face, it’s all twisted out of shape.”
It’s practically as foul as a pile of shit.
Quan Jingwu chuckled quietly, his purple eyes resting on the strong and graceful figure on the racetrack.
Several racers around who heard Jian Qing’s audacious words and saw Baxter’s ugly face were having a hard time suppressing their laughter.
Baxter, always proud and disdainful of others, seeing him getting a reality check was indeed a joyous event.
Noticing the other racers suppressing their laughter out the corner of his eye, Baxter was seething with anger, “You–”
Ignoring him, Jian Qing opened the door and got into the car.
The black and purple convertible sparkled under the sunlight, unlike ordinary cars, Daniel’s race car had been personally modified.
Jian Qing rested one hand on the steering wheel, looking over at Baxter who had also gotten in his car, she raised her thumb and forefinger, making a gun gesture.
“Bang–”
Her refined features combined with her provocative smile entranced quite a few people.
Baxter’s temples throbbed, a memory of a race from two years ago flashed in his mind. Then, the masked “Zero” had also made this gesture at him.
It was the defeat he found most unbearable.
“On your marks!” The referee’s voice rang out, bringing Baxter back from his reverie. All the drivers were raring to go.
With the countdown, the starting gun fired.
“Go!”
Two red flags were lowered, and all the cars on the starting line shot out like a ray of light.
Jian Qing stepped on the accelerator, the black-purple racing car shot forth like an arrow from the bowstring, instantly creating some distance with the cars behind.
“Huh, clueless, really thinks that just speeding up to the max is enough, huh?” Baxter closely trailed behind Jian Qing, mocking her with scorn.
“Go, go, go—” The crowd in the stands couldn’t help but rise, shouting at the top of their lungs, as the atmosphere heated up instantly.
Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan also stood up, their eyes fixed on Jian Qing’s car. From the VIP stands, they had an excellent view of the racetrack.
“Axuan, what do you think are the odds of Baxter winning?” Han Yue asked.
“He can’t win.” A voice interjected from the side.
Mingxuan and Han Yue turned around to see Daniel.
“Baxter is bound to lose.” Daniel walked over and stood next to Han Yue.
Han Yue looked at him with suspicion, “How would you know? Have you seen Jian Qing race before?”
“No.” Daniel shook his head, “I have no idea how good her racing skills are.”
So how was he so certain that Baxter was going to lose?
Mingxuan asked, “Daniel, may I ask something presumptuous? Why did Jian Qing punch Baxter two years ago?”
Upon mentioning that, Daniel chuckled lightly, “Two years ago, we had a race in Y Country, Zero, Baxter and I all participated. Midway, Jian brought two friends and Baxter made some unpleasant remarks about Jian’s friends, which led to Jian giving him a solid thrashing. He reportedly laid in a hospital bed for almost two months.”
“Are you close with Zero?” Han Yue asked.
Daniel, “It’s okay, we are old rivals and our relationship is akin to friends. I got to know Jian through Zero.”
While the three of them were talking, the confrontation on the track was escalating.
“Jian Qing, you’re going to lose!” Baxter tramped on the accelerator, abruptly overtaking Jian Qing’s car, and threw words of menace over his shoulder at her.
“You better be ready to fulfil your bet.”
Jian Qing’s beautiful eyes darkened and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her rosy lips. The speed of her car suddenly dropped.
[What’s going on? The speed of the girl named Jian Qing’s has fallen.]
[Isn’t it obvious? It’s because Baxter’s amazing. How could she compare with Baxter?]
[Look, those racers behind her are all about to overtake her.]
A few people murmured, some couldn’t help but glance over at Quan Jingwu. They saw that he remained completely composed, no sign of anxiety for his girlfriend at all.
The most difficult part of the mountain racecourse is the corner on the midpoint. If one does not possess exceptional racing skills, if the speed is too high, there’s a high possibility of a direct crash.
The turning point is in sight, Baxter effortlessly pushed his speed to the max, executing a perfect drift. His car slid dangerously close to the rugged, winding road on the turn.
“Crash–”
As expected, mishaps always occur. Two racing cars collided at the curve, the piercing sound of tyres grinding against the asphalt cut through the sky as plumes of white smoke rose.
The space at the turning point was already very limited, with two cars blocking it, the passageway seemed even narrower. The cars behind were forced to slam on the brakes, not daring to attempt the turn rashly.
