CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 34: WANG XINRUI (FOURTH UPDATE)

The glaring sun hung high in the sky, with traffic flowing back and forth on the Minshan Highway. Although the volume wasn’t enough to cause the usual city congestion, as the only highway connecting H City to Minshan County, the traffic was quite significant, requiring careful driving.

At this moment, a black and yellow McLaren P1, with its engine roaring, weaved through the traffic at a speed of 320KM per second.

Chasing behind this McLaren P1 was an Audi R8...

Screech... Roar...

As the McLaren P1 drifted around a sharp turn at 320KM per second without slowing down, it spewed a flame from its exhaust, disappearing from the Audi R8’s sight.

"Vice-captain, since Xinrui became an A-level driver, her skills have been getting increasingly impressive."

Inside the Audi R8, Wang Long, wearing a racing suit, said to Wang Jie, who was driving the Audi R8 beside him.

Wang Jie nodded upon hearing this, a gratified expression appearing on his face, "Xinrui is indeed remarkable. I remember back when she was just a little girl and now she’s surpassed me, and the distance is growing wider. Even my brother admires her greatly, saying that in a few years, Xinrui will surpass him."

"Yes, Xinrui’s talent is indeed impressive, and most importantly, she’s willing to put in the effort. If she continues to develop like this, I think Xinrui will definitely enter our Huaxia Alliance in the future. I wonder which club she’ll choose."

Wang Long said.

Wang Jie thought for a moment, then said, "It all depends on her choice, but with Xinrui’s talent and her tremendous effort, joining a club-level team in our Huaxia is rather simple. However, one downside is her temper, which is quite explosive and a bit too hasty."

Saying this, Wang Jie looked at the McLaren P1 parked by the roadside in front of the Audi R8 and said to Wang Long, "Can you guess why it stopped?"

Wang Long replied, "She must be unable to find where Ye Qiu’s house is, so she’s stopping to wait for us to guide her."

Wang Jie nodded and said nothing else, driving the Audi R8 next to the McLaren P1. He then got out and approached the McLaren P1, knocking on the window.

The McLaren P1’s window rolled down, instantly revealing a stunning profile in front of Wang Jie.

This girl, wearing a pink hat with a long ponytail hanging behind and a white racing suit, turned her face slightly to look at Wang Jie as the window rolled down. A hint of helplessness appeared on that beautiful face, "Where in Z County is Ye Qiu’s house?"

"Haha, Xinrui, who told you to take off so fast without asking clearly? Now you can’t find the person, can you?"

Wang Jie said.

The girl sitting in the McLaren P1 was named Wang Xinrui, also a member of the Jiying Racing Team, though without a position. It’s not because she’s not impressive, but because she’s too extraordinary.

At just 19 years old, she’s already an A-level driver. Her talent is astonishing, and besides her talent, her own effort and love for racing cannot be overlooked.

"Hurry and tell me, I’m going to help you take revenge on that kid Ye Qiu. Losing to a tofu delivery boy is quite embarrassing."

Wang Xinrui said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jie’s face immediately turned sour, replying helplessly, "Xinrui, can’t you stop demoralizing me? I’m already pathetic enough..."

"Alright, alright, quickly tell me where Ye Qiu’s house is." Wang Xinrui appeared a bit impatient.

"This? His house..." Wang Jie was also at a loss for words for a moment; he didn’t know where Ye Qiu’s house was either. Earlier, just after losing to Ye Qiu and returning to the team, he was grabbed by Wang Xinrui, who asked him what happened.

Wang Jie told Wang Xinrui everything about his loss and Wang Long’s loss without holding back.

When Wang Xinrui heard this, she was instantly furious. Although Wang Jie admitted he lost, he still belittled Ye Qiu, implying that Ye Qiu won by luck.

Hearing this made Wang Xinrui even angrier, so she dragged Wang Jie along to seek revenge against Ye Qiu, intending to teach Ye Qiu a solid lesson and retrieve the car they lost.

Another reason was that she couldn’t let this guy named Ye Qiu insult the name of her idol.

"You don’t know either?" Under her cap, Wang Xinrui’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

Wang Jie nodded, about to speak when suddenly they heard the screech of brakes from afar.

Soon after, they saw a white pickup truck drifting around a corner, speeding toward them.

"It’s Ye Qiu..." Wang Jie exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the white pickup truck.

"Ye Qiu?" Wang Xinrui also turned to look at the white pickup truck. Upon seeing the young driver in the driver’s seat, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Such a young boy."

Whoosh.

The pickup truck zoomed past them, kicking up a cloud of dust that blew all over Wang Jie’s face, igniting his anger.

"Is he Ye Qiu, the one who won your Porsche?"

At this moment, Wang Xinrui’s voice came through, making Wang Jie’s face turn sour again, but he nodded, "That’s him."

"Alright, watch me beat him now and avenge you."

Wang Xinrui’s eyes lit up, then she started the McLaren P1, spun 360 degrees in place, and with a roar, the McLaren P1 shot out.

"Assistant Captain, do you think Xinrui can beat that Ye Qiu?"

Wang Long looked at the departing McLaren P1 and asked Wang Jie.

Wang Jie sneered, "Do we even need to ask? Of course, she can win. Xinrui is an A-level driver, and even though that Ye Qiu is quite impressive, he did beat us before..."

As he said this, Wang Jie begrudgingly admitted Ye Qiu’s skills but gritted his teeth and said, "But Xinrui has trained with my brother Wang Xuan, so Ye Qiu is bound to lose today."

"Is he really bound to lose?" Upon hearing Wang Jie’s words, Wang Long shook his head internally, unsure whether Wang Xinrui could really defeat Ye Qiu.

The shock of the previous race against Ye Qiu still lingered with him; deeply aware of Ye Qiu’s strength, he admired Wang Xinrui but questioned if she could truly beat Ye Qiu.

Would Ye Qiu really lose to Wang Xinrui?

"Xinrui might not even see Ye Qiu’s taillights," Wang Long thought to himself but dared not say aloud.

"Hmph, now that Xinrui is in action, Ye Qiu is going to cry for losing to a girl, hahaha, how humiliating..."

Wang Long said this, completely forgetting that he too had lost to Wang Xinrui many times. Hearing this, Wang Long shook his head, sighed internally, and became even less optimistic about Wang Xinrui’s chances of beating Ye Qiu.

...

While Wang Jie believed Wang Xinrui could defeat Ye Qiu and Wang Long thought Ye Qiu would outrun Wang Xinrui, Ye Qiu was speeding towards H City in a pickup truck.

The speed on his dashboard had already reached 310KM per second.

At such high speed, he formed a striking sight on the highway that was already highly congested at the moment.

Cars that Ye Qiu skillfully navigated around, dodging traffic without colliding, looked at the old and seemingly discarded pickup, filled with shock and doubt.

"What is that thing? Is it really a pickup? Am I seeing this right?"

"That’s a pickup? Got to be kidding. My Ferrari couldn’t beat it. How did it drift and brake like that? Can a pickup even do that?"

"Who is the driver? How are they so skilled? Look, look at that drift, hugging the inner curve by less than 3 centimeters while turning. If it were me, I would’ve crashed. That guy has to be at least an A-level driver—no, probably an S-level driver."

With Ye Qiu demonstrating exceptional skills in the pickup, through perfect drifts, hugging the curbs, and avoiding collision with multiple cars at high speed without incident.

Drivers on Minshan Highway all felt admiration and respect for Ye Qiu. Though some cursed, they couldn’t help but be envious of Ye Qiu’s phenomenal driving skills.

They were puzzled about how Ye Qiu could make a pickup resemble the speed and performance of a supercar.

Right after Ye Qiu vanished from their sight, around 15 minutes later, a McLaren P1 approached at 270KM per second.

But this McLaren P1, while trying to avoid vehicles, nearly caused some cars to crash into the guardrail. The McLaren P1 itself seemed unstable and, during subsequent drifts, passed the inner curve with a gap of more than 10 centimeters.

"Damn, what’s with the show? Can’t even drive properly but still racing?"

"What the hell? Compared to that pickup, this driving skill is nowhere close, like heaven and earth!"

"Hey, you in the McLaren P1, are you chasing that pickup? But with your skills, dreaming of catching that pickup is pure fantasy."

Scorn...

A driver who nearly got knocked into the guardrail by the McLaren P1 stuck his head out and mocked while the McLaren P1 suddenly braked and stopped in place.

Then it reversed rapidly to the front of this car, and the window rolled down, revealing Wang Xinrui’s stunning face under a baseball cap, which made the driver’s eyes bulge as if they were about to pop out.

"What did you just say?"

But Wang Xinrui remained unflustered, ignoring this driver who was swallowing hard, and coldly asked.

The driver gulped and said, "Miss, you’re truly beautiful. Can you leave me your contact information?"

"Tell me about the situation with that pickup earlier, and I’ll tell you."

Upon hearing this, the driver’s eyes sparkled, and he recounted what he saw. After speaking, he rubbed his hands and asked, "Miss, the contact info please..."

Vroom...

Before he could finish, the McLaren P1 roared and left, leaving Wang Xinrui’s icy voice: "If you can catch up with me, I’ll tell you..."

"..." The driver was dumbfounded.

Immediately, he gave the McLaren P1 the middle finger: "Hmph, looks like you’re chasing that pickup. With your skills, even practicing for eight hundred years won’t catch that pickup. But seriously, how did that pickup driver do it? He made a scrapped pickup feel like a Formula 1 car..."