CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 51: YE QIU THE PRETTY BOY

The scorching sun wheel hung high in the azure sky, two yellow and blue McLarens parked in order on the white line at the starting point of the nine-tier helical track, followed by Situ Xin’s Lexus LF-A.

Yet, these three sports cars worth over a hundred million combined were less conspicuous than the white, broken pickup truck next to the Lexus LF-A, nearly ready for scrap.

At this moment, the focus of people watching this race was gathered on the pickup truck, and everyone had laughed to the point where they couldn’t laugh anymore.

A pickup truck versus a Lexus LF-A and McLaren, this kind of bizarre matchup was a first for them.

A rookie without a driver’s license, competing against two professional racing drivers from the team and the team captain of the SS-level drivers, and the rookie was directly competing while testing for an A-level driver’s license.

Moreover, the benchmark was set according to the original standards, making them wonder if today was April Fool’s Day and the Automobile Guild was joking.

With races, there are always bets placed by both drivers and spectators alike.

At this moment, on the now-exploding professional racing forum in H City, a thread was opened as a betting post.

"Pickup battles against Lexus LF-A and McLaren, who do you support?"

Initially, today was already garnering high attention due to Ye Qiu and Situ Xin’s competition during the assessment, and such novel incidents further doubled the forum’s activity, making this thread’s hit rate soar instantly.

1: Pickup wins.

Rookie Ye Qiu: Driver’s license: None currently, driving skills unknown, vehicle assessed as a scrapped car, final odds at one percent (The only reason for this one percent is the poster believes anyone can have a lucky streak once, what if this guy gets lucky today?)

2: Lexus LF-A wins

Fiery Sun Team captain Situ Xin: Driver’s license SS-level. Skills: Fiery Sun Team captain, experienced in combat, currently ranked first in driver overall strength, poster estimates odds: eighty percent.

3: Yellow McLaren wins

Situ Yang’s protégé Ye Yu: License level A-level, skills: trained from a young age under Situ Yang, known as Huaxia’s Gemini, odds ten percent (Needs to team up with his brother to enhance combat prowess, solo it’s quite challenging to beat Situ Xin.)

4: Blue McLaren wins.

Situ Yang’s protégé Ye Lei: License level A-level, skills: trained from a young age under Situ Yang, known as Huaxia’s Gemini, odds nine percent (Similar to his brother.)

Upon entering the thread, there are betting options for drivers and evaluations of their introductions.

The professional racing forum has a global main forum, then forums for various continents, countries, and within countries, various provinces and cities, all networked together.

Furthermore, each forum has instructional posts on driving techniques, vehicle modification, etc., but these require payment to access and learn.

It also includes calls for mentors, challenges, etc., all directly available on the forum.

The forum supports direct bank card linking, allowing for direct payment and withdrawal.

For instance, when someone challenges a race, if betting money, they fear the opponent reneging, so money can be directly placed on the forum, and after the race, the victorious party can directly receive the money.

So the moment this fervent betting post emerged, people interested in today’s series of bizarre incidents flocked to place bets.

The final result: 20,000 people bet on Situ Xin’s Lexus LF-A to win, with the amount reaching 5.5 million.

The second highest support rate was for Ye Yu’s yellow McLaren to win, with 8,000 supporting him, and the betting amount reaching 3.5 million.

Ye Lei’s support was over 4,000 people, amounting to 1 million.

Only Ye Qiu’s pickup support seemed a bit pitiful with only 10 people and a bet of 10 bucks.

Evidently, these 10 people found Ye Qiu too pitiful, so they sympathetically supported him.

This immediately brought the total amount to 10,010,000 bucks.

At this moment, the bettors placed their money on whom they believed in, directly deducted from their bank cards and stored on the forum.

When the results came out, if Situ Xin with the highest support rate won, then those who bet on him could not only get back their money, but also the money from other sides would be evenly distributed among the top 20 people who bet on Situ Xin to win.

As for those who bet beyond the top 20, they held onto their money, just playing for thrills.

Though this time each person’s share might not be much, it’s important to participate, and this race is not one of those big races where, if you bet correctly, you could earn billions directly.

"Ye Qiu has only 10 supporters?" Wang Xinrui looked at the 10 people supporting Ye Qiu and found it amusing, thinking to herself: "Do you really not have faith in Ye Qiu? Since you want me to make money, I won’t hold back then."

Saying this, Wang Xinrui directly bet 1 million on Ye Qiu, causing an uproar on the forum where everyone claimed Wang Xinrui had gone mad.

Because Wang Xinrui used her own ID, causing some of her fans on the forum to lament, wishing ill against Ye Qiu in their hearts.

But some people noticed Wang Xinrui daring to bet 1 million on Ye Qiu. Though they knew Wang Xinrui might be repaying a favor, they felt the matter was somewhat unusual.

So those who felt it was strange bet a little on Ye Qiu, but not too much, because if they knew Ye Qiu was definitely going to lose soon yet still bet on him, wouldn’t they be fools?

"Damn, the goddess actually bet so much on Ye Qiu?"

Little Wei, who had been following the forum, saw that Wang Xinrui directly bet 1 million on Ye Qiu, and immediately felt a stir of anger in his heart.

After thinking about it, he felt he should advise Wang Xinrui and approached her, saying, "Ahem, Miss Xinrui, you just bet 1 million on Ye Qiu. Did you act on impulse?"

Wang Xinrui glanced at Little Wei, and just thinking about him having to eat shit later made her feel sick.

She covered her mouth and waved her hand, saying, "Stay away from me, I don’t want to talk to you right now."

Little Wei frowned, looked himself up and down, and even sniffed his clothes, but there was no smell. However, seeing Wang Xinrui’s look of disdain made him dissatisfied.

He returned to his seat without saying anything else, looking at the forum where more than 50 people were supporting Ye Qiu, sneering, "Knowing full well he’s going to lose, yet still betting on him, are these people out of their minds?"

Thinking this, Little Wei placed a $1,000 bet on the option for Ye Qiu to rush into the top 20, then looked at his phone and sneered, "This is a reward from your Brother Wei, consider it compensation for the shit you’re going to eat later."

At the same time, Luo Bing also saw Ye Qiu’s scant support on the forum and was immediately furious. However, upon seeing Wang Xinrui bet 1 million on Ye Qiu directly, she was somewhat surprised but then sneered, "Hmph, using your money to bet on Ye Qiu? Who do you think you are?"

After muttering a few words, Luo Bing directly placed a 2 million bet on Ye Qiu using her ID, which made those who knew her identity and those who didn’t but saw her information as a beauty wail repeatedly.

They cursed that Ye Qiu was a pretty boy who got lucky.

Wang Xinrui, seeing the obvious increase in support for Ye Qiu after her bet, was quite satisfied. However, upon seeing Luo Bing betting 2 million on Ye Qiu, she coldly laughed, "Hehe, seems like she’s challenging me? If it’s about money, let’s see who has more!"

Thinking this, Wang Xinrui immediately pushed another 5 million on Ye Qiu.

After Wang Xinrui placed another 5 million bet, the forum exploded, and comments about Ye Qiu being a pretty boy filled the air.

Upon seeing this, Luo Bing was slightly stunned and then furious, ready to place a bet out of spite, when her father Luo Yun stopped her, saying, "Xiao Bing, you and I, father and daughter, have been exiled from Shangjing to H City. We can’t afford your extravagant spending."

"Father, I believe Ye Qiu can win." Luo Bing stubbornly said.

Luo Yun shook his head, "Though Ye Qiu is that man’s son, the gap between him and his opponent is too big. As your father, I know you like Ye Qiu, but we no longer live in the splendor of the Luo Family in Shangjing. We, father and daughter, can’t afford such losses."

Luo Bing, hearing this, helplessly lowered her head, muttering, "I’m sorry, Ye Qiu. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I’m also somewhat powerless."

...

At this moment, in the pickup truck, Ye Qiu was unaware of everything happening on the forum. He didn’t know he was nicknamed a pretty boy. Instead, he looked at the wasp ahead preparing to countdown, smiled slightly, and rested one hand on the window while the other held the steering wheel, his expression very calm.

"If you lose later, don’t run away. Even if you do, I’ll catch you and make you kneel and apologize to me."

At this time, the voice of Situ Xin came from the nearby Lexus LF-A. Ye Qiu didn’t even look at him but focused on the winding track ahead, quietly thinking, "Should I just run all nine levels, or keep a low profile and just complete the assessment?"

"Hmph, this brat acts so calm. I’ll make you cry later." Seeing Ye Qiu ignoring him, Situ Xin’s anger deepened.

"15 seconds left, prepare, drivers ready, countdown to start."

At this moment, Wasp’s voice rang out, and Ye Yu’s expression tightened. Then she exchanged a glance with Ye Lei in the blue McLaren beside her and nodded.

Situ Xin, however, had eyes filled with fury, gripping the steering wheel excitedly. Just thinking about making Ye Qiu kneel and apologize after winning made him eager to start.

And at this time, after Wasp entered the 10-second countdown, Ye Qiu yawned. He felt so sleepy, he really just wanted to nap.

"5..."

When the time reached five seconds, Ye Qiu was somewhat drowsy, while Situ Xin, Ye Lei, Ye Yu, and others in other cars were excited. The surrounding spectators were tense.

And when Wasp started the 3-second countdown, the exhaust pipe of Situ Xin’s Lexus LF-A spewed a flame, and the engine roared.

The same went for Ye Lei and Ye Yu’s McLaren.

In contrast, Ye Qiu’s pickup hadn’t even started, leaving everyone speechless.

"2...1...Race begins..."

Vroom...

Bang... Sizzle!

The 3 seconds passed like a flash. As soon as Wasp’s words were spoken, Situ Xin’s Lexus LF-A and Ye Yu, Ye Lei’s McLaren took off with a roar from the exhaust pipe. The tires, due to their speed, screeched as they rubbed against the ground, charging forward.

The three supercars, accelerating to 100KM, kicked up a cloud of dust, billowing Wasp’s clothes and hair, making him squint.

However, seeing the pickup truck still idle, even trying to start, his squinted eyes widened instantly, shouting, "What’s going on? The car won’t start at the crucial moment?"