CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 35: THE COMMOTION TRIGGERED BY THE PICKUP TRUCK

"Where did this guy run off to?"

When Wang Xinrui heard the situation from the driver, she was shocked, but felt the driver was exaggerating. She didn’t take it seriously and instead pushed her McLaren P1 to its limit.

Simultaneously, she showcased her A-level driving skills perfectly, sticking to the inside of every curve to achieve perfection, wanting to personally catch up to that pickup truck and see if it really was as mysterious as the driver claimed.

But after trying for half a day, Wang Xinrui floored the gas, putting all her effort into every curve, striving to save time so she could catch up to Ye Qiu’s pickup.

However, as she neared H City, Wang Xinrui still hadn’t seen Ye Qiu’s pickup, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"Could that guy really be so fast that he’s already entered H City?"

When the McLaren P1 reached the entrance to H City, Wang Xinrui braked and stopped, recalling what the driver had said: "Could it be true that the guy might have actually used that clunky pickup to achieve Formula-level performance?"

If what he said is true, and the guy can hug the curve 2 centimeters on corners, then his prowess..."

Thinking about her own tightly perfected cornering, using over 10 centimeters.

Thinking Ye Qiu could do it with 2 centimeters, Wang Xinrui’s face showed disbelief.

"No, it’s impossible. That guy is never heard of, could his skills possibly compare to Brother Wang Xuan? Even Brother Wang Xuan might not manage 10 meter curves, sticking to 2 centimeters tightly, right?"

Wang Xinrui grew increasingly doubtful: "To achieve such a super level, probably the entire H City only Situ Yang could manage it, having just returned from Shangjing."

Thinking about Situ Yang, who had just returned from Shangjing, Wang Xinrui showed a hint of reverence: "That guy, after spending a few short years in Shangjing, is now a three-star Bronze Chariot King."

"I must hurry as well and strive to achieve SSS driver status soon, then head to Shangjing, as that’s the true heaven for Huaxia’s professional racing drivers. But for now, I need to find that annoying guy and see who he really is!"

Initially, Wang Xinrui just wanted to teach Ye Qiu, the clueless guy, a lesson for Wang Jie, and also didn’t want Ye Qiu to insult the name of her idol.

Unexpectedly, her curiosity was piqued by Ye Qiu, and now she’s less intent on beating Ye Qiu and more curious to see who this boy driving a rusty pickup really is and how he possesses such strong skills.

With this thought, Wang Xinrui took a deep breath, then started her McLaren P1 toward H City, while pulling out a fan’s Apple phone to dial a number.

Once the call connected, she spoke into the phone: "Find me a white Classic pickup, where is it now?"

"Hold on..."

Wang Xinrui nodded. She was calling the road monitoring personnel of her racing team.

Because sometimes they wouldn’t race on professional tracks but drag race on the city streets for the thrill, it’s necessary to monitor the city road situations, otherwise they’d be in trouble if caught by the police.

"Found it." Less than three minutes later, a voice on the phone said: "There’s only one Classic pickup in the entire city, and it’s currently driving on Lily Street, heading toward the Automobile Guild."

"Alright, thanks. Your tech skills are getting better and better."

"Hehe, it’s not me who’s great but the fact there’s only one retired clunky pickup left in the city, it’s hard not to find it. Hey, by the way, Xinrui, you’re looking for him...?"

"I’m finding him for a race..."

"Ah..."

The voice was clearly startled, while Wang Xinrui hung up the call and drove toward Lily Street, pondering: "What’s this guy going to the Automobile Guild for? Could it be he’s going to get a driver’s license?"

"Pff, haha..."

Wang Xinrui laughed at herself. A driver with such skill couldn’t possibly not have a license, right?

However, Ye Qiu was indeed going to get his license, and by now, driving the swaggering pickup towards the Automobile Guild.

Though Ye Qiu had already entered the city of H City, in broad daylight, glancing at the traffic police, Ye Qiu didn’t dare speed recklessly, so he slowed down.

He adhered to the traffic rules, stopping at a red light...

While Ye Qiu was waiting at the red light, the window of a Ferrari supercar next to him rolled down, revealing a fashionably dressed, purple-haired young man with an air of arrogance, glaring at the rusty pickup alongside his car with disdain.

"Damn, what kind of antique is this? Was it retrieved from some scrap yard? Can this thing even run?"

The purple-haired youth jeered, pulling closer to the scantily clad, seductively dressed woman in the passenger seat, "Babe, look, what do you make of this?"

The woman glanced at Ye Qiu’s pickup as if discovering a new continent, eyes flashing with curiosity: "What’s this? Is it a car?"

"It’s definitely a car, look, it even has four wheels."

"Can this car run? Won’t it fall apart after a while?"

"Haha, my darling, you’re too hilarious."

The purple-haired youth gave the alluring woman a kiss, then sneered at Ye Qiu’s pickup, saying: "Check it out, the driver is even a cute guy. What do you say to getting in his car?"

"No, I don’t want to!" The woman glanced at Ye Qiu sitting in the pickup truck and shook her head desperately.

"Haha, now you realize how good your husband is, huh? If you don’t behave in the future, you’ll have to sit in that pickup truck."

"Okay, okay, I understand, I’ll definitely be good in the future."

When the woman heard the purple-haired young man’s words, her heart tightened. Earlier, when she saw the white pickup, she found it novel, but after a while, her curiosity faded, and she thought, "What age is this? Why is someone still driving a car that looks like it came out of a junkyard?"

Moreover, looking at the white pickup that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment, and then at the fairly handsome Ye Qiu sitting inside, she thought, "How poor must this family be to drive such a broken car? What if it leads to danger?"

So, when the purple-haired youth tried to scare her, she was a hundred percent unwilling, quickly flirted with the youth, then kissed him, before giving Ye Qiu a glance and rolling up the car window.

Both the purple-haired youth and the woman felt disdain for Ye Qiu’s pickup truck. Among the surrounding cars, regardless of the type of car, all the owners looked at the peculiar pickup with contempt, just like the purple-haired youth.

Inside the cars, some people pointed at Ye Qiu’s pickup and mocked it, laughed at it, and some even recorded a video and posted it online with the title: "Scrap car appears on the streets, how long will it run before falling apart?"

The moment it was posted, the views surged rapidly. Those who watched the video left comments, mostly out of disdain, and even urged the blogger to film again to see if the pickup would break down directly.

Although a few commented that poverty should be accepted, what’s wrong with driving such a car? Do we look down on poor people?

Then, keyboard warriors on both sides started to argue, engaging in a fierce online battle.

In no time, the debate had appeared on trending searches, making Ye Qiu’s pickup truck a hot topic.

...

As the main subject of this incident, Ye Qiu never expected that wanting to follow traffic rules and wait for a red light would cause so much drama.

He was speaking with Fle at the moment: "Fle, I think I just broke the record, right?"

Fle said, "Indeed, you broke your previous record of 39 points with your own driving. The new record is 35 points now."

"Such a big improvement!" Ye Qiu was delighted, and then he realized his five attributes had improved significantly, which proved his skills had increased substantially, naturally raising his driving proficiency and speed.

"Breaking the record rewards you with 5,000 experience points," Fle said.

Ye Qiu smiled at the news, nodded without saying more, and then prepared to head towards the Automobile Guild as the red light still had 10 seconds left.

At this moment, a speeding McLaren P1 came to a screeching halt behind Ye Qiu’s pickup, after a few cars’ distance, immediately attracting the attention of all the waiting drivers.

Ye Qiu was also drawn to it, noticing it was the same McLaren P1 he had seen after leaving Min Mountain earlier, and he frowned slightly.

"Could it be that he’s been following me?"

Ye Qiu saw McLaren P1 with Wang Jie and others together earlier, so now seeing McLaren P1 behind him made him wonder.

"Whoa, it’s a modified McLaren P1, this car is comparable to Level 2 racing cars, isn’t it?"

"Hey, hey, look at the license plate, XXX, isn’t that Wang Xinrui’s car?"

"Who is Wang Xinrui?"

"You’re dumb, Wang Xinrui is part of the Jiying Racing Team and an A-level racer."

"Whoa, an A-level racer, driving a Level 2 racing car. Quick, take some photos."

Suddenly, the arrival of Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1 sparked discussions among the nearby car owners. Upon learning Wang Xinrui’s identity, they were all shocked and pulled out their phones to take pictures.

Meanwhile, in the Ferrari next to Ye Qiu’s pickup truck, the purple-haired youth, who was kissing a seductive woman, brightened his eyes upon seeing the McLaren P1 and said, "It’s Wang Xinrui."

"Darling, who is Wang Xinrui?"

The purple-haired youth replied, "Wang Xinrui is not simple—19 years old and already an A-level racer. And her car is a Level 2 racing car, look."

"Honey, Wang Xinrui is a girl, you can’t look at her."

"Oh, I won’t look at her, but I admire her skills that make me respectful."

Vroom.

Amidst the surrounding discussions about Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1, the red light turned green, and Ye Qiu’s pickup truck roared and sped out.

While others were still discussing the McLaren P1, for a moment they didn’t move, but Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1 did.

It maneuvered past the blocked road ahead, turning its head to the side, then drove through a narrow road seemingly impossible to traverse, to everyone’s astonishment.

After passing through, it accelerated to catch up with Ye Qiu’s pickup.