Chapter Thirty-Seven: Winning the Game, Being Provoked
"Alright, now it's the first and second place competition."
"After we got to know, the identity of this young lady is the daughter of the head of the Qiao family, and the daughter of the Qiao family has only recently recovered - Qiao Su."
"I heard that the reason why she participated in this competition was introduced by Bill. Sometimes, a genius's friend may not exist to flatter him, but a demon more powerful than a genius. ”
"it, Big Guy Qiao!!"
"Big Brother Joe!"
"1st place, 1st place, 1st place !!"
When the audience heard the narrator's introduction, they were even more excited and screamed, it was the age of the blood and strength, and everyone only felt that their blood was boiling so much that they wanted to find someone to fight.
"Alright, let's see the next game."
"We can see that Josu is driving at 220 yards at this point, and another corner is coming."
"It's over, it's over." The field ushered in more intense screams, and the commentator's voice faintly came down from the stage, which made people listen to it unreally.
"Now that Bill and Josu are only 500 meters away from the finish line, will Joss be able to overtake Bill and become the first place in this race?"
"Let's recast the picture of Josu and see what she's doing, is her palms sweating just as nervous as we are?"
The camera relayed to Qiao Su's position, and what he saw at this time was not just a figure, but from the big screen, Qiao Su's whole facial expression and body movements could be clearly seen.
I saw her leaning lazily on the chair, and you could see the noble temperament pouring out from the screen, and the lollipop was not finished in her mouth.
Then they could clearly hear her weeping blood pill lips lightly, and lightly spit out three words: "Annoying!" ”
When he said this, even his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with irritability, his brows were frowned, and his body exuded a world-weary atmosphere.
She stepped on the gas pedal as if she was tired, 230 yards!
"It's about to crash!" Someone exclaimed.
Others have blindfolded their hands and do not want to see the scene of the crash.
I saw Qiao Su's red lips hook up a touch of arc and start the car.
The red sports car suddenly accelerated, caught up with the blue sports car, and was already in the same straight line at this time.
"Bang!"
The two cars collided and then accelerated separately, and they were still 100 meters away from the finish line.
Accelerating to 240 yards, everyone held their breath and their hearts pounded.
"Overtaking !!"
There was a deafening scream on the field.
"We could see that Josu accelerated to almost 245 yards in the final 100 meters, and the side of the car crossed the side of the blue sports car, bringing up a spark and winning the championship in one fell swoop."
"Let's broadcast Josue and see if she's as excited as we are!"
Qiao Su's figure suddenly appeared on the big screen, and I saw that she was sitting leisurely in the sports car, and there was no lollipop in her lips, she should have finished eating.
She opened the car door and walked down sideways, with a goose egg face, curved eyebrows, a pair of bright and clear peach blossom eyes, delicate nose wings, and delicate lips like petals gently raised, a veritable beautiful face.
As soon as she came out, a group of reporters surrounded her inside and out.
"Miss Qiao, how do you feel about winning the championship this time?"
"Are you overplaying this time?"
"How did you win this time? It can't be some dirty tricks, right? ”
As soon as this sentence came out, the audience was silent for a moment, and then everyone had doubts in their hearts.
Josu sneered when she heard this, then turned to look at the reporter who asked the question.
It was a female reporter, who looked like she was just twenty years old, and she was a delicate and lovely little beauty, and she looked at Qiao Su with jealousy, disdain, and disgust in her eyes.
How long had it been since she had been seen in such a look? I'm afraid she can't even remember it herself.