International F1 Grand Prix, Japan.

With less than ten minutes left before the race, there were seven or eight racers preparing for the race in the race's lounge.

And sitting in this room, the most arrogant posture is that this year's hottest champion is the American star: James.

At this time, his assistant was waiting for him, and several foreign reporters were interviewing him.

Just by looking at this posture, you can understand that his strength cannot be underestimated.

"Mr. James, as the hottest player to win this year's title, do you think there are any competitors here?"

James has been in the top three for three consecutive years, and last year he narrowly lost to the previous champion: Yan Zhenting.

James' blue eyes glanced around, he knew all the drivers here, and none of them were a threat to him.

So he set his sights on a mysterious masked car.

A guy who didn't even dare to show his face, presumably nothing remarkable, he looked away with disdain.

Naturally, he was ashamed: "Yan Zhenting's leg is useless now, and there is no one in this world who is my opponent, hahaha!"

The other riders sitting around glanced at him with disdain, even the favourites couldn't insult their former champions like this.

Yan Zhenting has been the champion of F1 for three consecutive years, and his highlight moment is like a god-like existence, and no one can surpass him.

And the masked man sitting in the corner kept his eyes on the time, and didn't seem to care about the man's slander, perhaps he didn't hear it at all.

'Squeak!'

The door to the players' lounge was pushed open, and a woman in a No. 6 race suit walked in with a helmet.

Because of her appearance, the atmosphere of this already murderous and gloomy room has changed.

"Women, there are even female players in this year's competition?"

"Hey, beauty, you're in the wrong room, aren't you? The cheerleaders are in the lounge next door. ”

"Is this racing organizing committee crazy? This is no one, and you plan to let a little girl fill up the numbers?"

“......”

Everyone was surprised because she caused quite a stir, after all, there has never been a female driver in the history of Formula 1.

Besides, this little girl who is not more than 20 years old, I'm afraid she doesn't even know where the brakes and accelerator are, right?

In the face of these people's ridicule and questioning, a hint of an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Lu Qingyun's mouth and walked to the opposite side, sitting next to the masked driver.

"Miss, is something wrong?" Lysa's voice came from his ears, and Lu Qingyun said in a low voice: "It's nothing, don't forget our mission." ”

At this time, James's gaze kept rolling over Lu Qingyun's body, and he walked towards Lu Qingyun.

"Hey, little beauty, instead of losing the game for a while and not crying, it's better to quit the game and follow me. ”

Lu Qingyun didn't pay attention to him, but actually understood what he was saying, but pretended not to understand English.

Seeing that she didn't answer, James began to move his hands and feet, and reached out to touch her chin.

"Why, you still don't want to, there are too many women who want to follow me, don't you know how to lift. ”

Lu Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at his chin that was frivolously clenched his fists.

In three seconds, no, a second, she could just snap his fingers, make him lay on the ground and howl, and get out of the race forever.

"Ahh

The guy screamed on the ground in pain, and it wasn't until his assistant rushed over that the masked rider let go.

"You, you two, wait and see, I will never let you go. ”

"It's a real driver who should compete on the track, not in the lounge. ”

After the masked man finished saying this sentence in English, he stared at Lu Qingyun beside him: "Men's sports are not suitable for you." ”

I didn't expect him to help her, but this person hated and looked down on women just as much as that James.

The game was about to start, Lu Qingyun glanced at the number on his clothes, and finally gave him a word.

"Number 13, right? I wanted to thank you, but since we are competitors, then I won't let you. ”

A confident smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she put on her helmet and walked towards the arena.

'Buzz, buzz, buzz!'

On the winding and dangerous lane, the No. 6 and No. 13 cars are almost neck-to-neck, and you chase each other and do not give way.

The deafening rumble on the field, the sound of the engine drove the surrounding spectators to scream wildly.

Car No. 6 narrowly crossed the finish line, and the spectators stood up and shouted the name of the champion: "Silver Fox, Silver Fox!"

A small man wearing a helmet came out of the red car and waved towards the spectators as a victor.

"The king of new cars was born, and the code name 'Silver Fox' won the championship in Japan. ”

At this time, Lu Qingyun put off his heavy helmet, threw off his long hair, and revealed a perfect face.

Her delicate facial features set off by Bai Xuan's milk muscles are particularly bright and moving, and her smart eyes are shining.

No one expected that the new F1 car king turned out to be a young and beautiful woman.

The results of the big screen appeared, and her results were not only the first, but also directly refreshed the best results of the former Che Wang Yan Zhenting.

The narrator and the audience are completely crazy, and they are broadcasting in both English and Japanese:

"The new car king is a goddess, the first female car god in the history of F1 racing, who is she?"

The big screen gave her a close-up, and her distinctive oriental appearance amazed the entire arena.

James, who came down from the car not far away, only finished third, achieving his title of 'Ten Thousand Years Little Three'.

James angrily threw off his helmet on the spot, and suffered a recurrence of heart disease and was carried away from the scene by medical staff.

At this moment, Lysa, who was wearing sunglasses, broke into the picture and whispered in her ear: "Miss, the King of Hearts has appeared." ”

"Hmph, I've finally found her. Lu Qingyun's seriousness flashed with a hint of surprise.

I heard early in the morning that the K of Hearts would appear in the Japanese Grand Prix, but I didn't expect her to be here, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's finally time to close the net." ”

The two left the driver's tunnel despite the crowd's uproar, and she quickly took off her coat and put on the sunglasses and wig that Lysa had prepared.

The whole process took less than three minutes, changed his identity and makeup, and drove the car that had been prepared outside the field for a long time......

A relaxing club in the center of Japan, a VIP private hot spring.

On the edge of the stone steps was a man's figure, his strong arms lazily resting on the rock wall.

The upper body of the hot spring is exposed with a smooth mermaid line, and the muscular figure can be seen at a glance.