Chapter 3: Midnight Racing

At half past twelve in the morning, the entire Qingtai Garden was in an extremely quiet state, Mo Zishu got up from the bed and found a set of clothes in the suitcase and put it on his body.

The footsteps were very light, and she held a huge thing in her hand, and slowly walked out of the door, and Mo Jun's room was next to her.

After touching Mo Jun's car keys, Mo Zishu left the villa.

At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Zishu raced all the way on the highway and arrived at the destination, and the moment he got out of the car, he saw the crowd screaming and shouting, accompanied by the shrill friction sound of racing tires spinning and skidding on the ground.

Everything is still the same.

Mo Zishu reported his name outside the venue, leaving a capital letter of S, and stood out on the report full of Chinese names.

Entering the arena, Mo Zishu saw her teammates who she hadn't seen for a long time, and she was still wearing the same team uniform she designed at that time.

He pulled the baseball cap off his head, and turned around and entered the locker room with his bag.

There was a black and white racing suit in the bag, and Mo Zishu sent a message to Qinghan after changing it and went out.

The racing suit was tightly attached to Mo Zishu's body, outlining her perfect body curve, the gray-black helmet was worn on her head, and only a pair of sharp eyes could be seen faintly, and she attracted many eyes as soon as she went out.

Qinghan chose a royal blue Ford Mustang for S, Mo Zishu is also very satisfied, the overall body looks comfortable and smooth, the interior vision is more able to bring impact, the performance is also a first-class stick, precise handling, and developed power.

"S, you're here." Mo Zishu walked to the competition site, and the crowd gave way to her because of someone's words, and the upturned S on the helmet was extremely conspicuous because of the illumination of the light.

"Didn't this S quit racing two years ago, how did he come back?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Who has the audacity to imitate S's helmet." One person answered, and everyone behind them fell silent.

A few years ago, a woman named S appeared in the racing world, killing all the bigwigs in the racing industry in seconds, since then, many racing fans have defected to the name of S, desperate to support S, which caused a great impact and sensation at the time, and S has not disappointed that group of racing fans, every time it is a successful return, with a kingly atmosphere.

It's just that S lost his trace two years ago. Racing fans haven't waited for her return.

"King S is welcome back." Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, followed by a group of people who followed suit.

"King S is welcome back!"

"King S is welcome back!"

"King S is welcome back!"

The sound was louder and louder, and countless racing fans gathered from all directions to support the voice.

People raised their arms high, clenched into fists, and slammed up again and again, their faces were full of excitement and surprise, as if they wanted to show their excitement completely, and their eyes were focused on one person - S

Mo Zishu hadn't felt such passion for a long time, the face under the helmet smiled, she felt it, the expectations of racing fans for her, the confidence in her, made her whole body full of strength.

Mo Zishu raised her hand to signal quiet, and the audience immediately stopped shouting, and a pair of hopeful eyes stared at Mo Zishu's body.

"I've been waiting a long time, guys, I'm back." Mo Zishu said softly, this tone seemed to carry thousands of powers, and every word was engraved in the hearts of everyone present.

There was silence for a moment, and the next moment the audience exclaimed and rejoiced, this is not a dream, their king S is really back.

“S”

“S”

“S”

Mo Zishu slowly walked to the brand-new mustang, her slender white fingers gently brushed the body, and the familiar sense of lines brought her an extraordinary sense of touch.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and with an incomparably bright light and confidence, she appeared in front of everyone.

"Boss, you're really back." Several people squeezed out of the crowd, Qing Han was also inside, and ran to Mo Zishu's side, Mo Zishu remembered them, it was the team she created with her own hands at that time, and they all remembered her for so long.

"Hmm." Mo Zishu responded lightly.

"Hmph, King S, I think it's a coward, the game disappeared for no reason two years ago, I think I'm scared, and now I'm back to find some sense of existence." A group of centaurs stepped out of the crowd, and the man in the lead had short, burgundy hair.

"That's it, return the king S, I think it's a piece of shit." A sloppy boy who followed behind the burgundy haired man said defiantly.

"Yes, those who escaped from the battle are not worthy to stand on the field." The other chimed in, his expression disdainful.

Everyone was silent, and their eyes stopped on Mo Zishu, yes, they really wanted an explanation for that incident two years ago.

The people around Mo Zishu were also silent, as team members at that time, they didn't know what happened to S, they waited for a long time for S to come to that game.

Two years later, many people have forgotten about it, but they still remember it.

Mo Zishu understood what they were thinking, the time was too coincidental at that time, and she didn't give up the competition.

"That's the case, prove it with your actions, do you dare to accept my challenge." Mo Zishu's helmeted face was raised, pointing at the burgundy haired man, her misty eyes were full of provocation, she rarely challenged people, but she was also extremely bad at explaining, only with actions to prove everything.

"Okay, remember my name, Lan Heng, today I will let you stay in this arena without a face." The burgundy-haired man conceitedly agreed, a sneer curling into his mouth.

"is never meant to be heard, so let's get started." Mo Zishu turned around, opened the car door, and when her body was about to enter the car, she paused, looked at the young and youthful faces, and said softly, "I, I won't let you down." ”

The next moment, Mo Zishu sat in the driver's seat, took a brief look at the car, and was ready to go.

"Cut, I don't dare to show my true face, and I'm still pretending there." A follower beside Lan Heng said, quite disdainful of Mo Zishu's behavior.

But the next moment, everyone looked at him with hatred, and Lan Heng's follower couldn't help but take a few steps back in fright, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

They heard it, S promised them, and S never let them down, no matter what happened before, they still couldn't stop S from being the only car god in their hearts.

Lan Heng's car is the latest fiery red Lamborghini.

“Are you ready,3 2 1 GO！” The model stood in the middle of the two cars, holding a bright flag in his hand, and with a wave of his arm downward, the two sports cars sprinted forward, leaving them with only a blue and a red back.