Fu Xun, who was preparing to watch the whole game up close, got on the co-pilot of the helicopter.

Fu Yu sat in the front row of the viewing area, the game started immediately, and the people around him were basically full, and the seats with a good perspective were specially reserved for him by Fu Xun.

There are two.

I caught a glimpse of a delicate figure approaching.

Yan Qingyue sat down next to her, wearing a woolen warm coat, the back of her hand at the cuffs was slightly pale, her long hair hung down on the side of her face, and she covered her lips and coughed gently.

Fu Yu asked the staff to bring a blanket and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft.

Since I met Yan Qingyue, I have the impression that her body has always been not very good, delicate, and prone to colds.

She had no parents and came to the United States alone to study at the Conservatory.

Quiet personality and doesn't like to go out.

Since that time, she helped Fu Ji avoid the scourge of killing, and she is a person who has the same secret as herself, Fu Ji has inexplicably trusted her, and soon regarded her as a close friend, and all the conveniences that can be opened for her will be opened for her.

Fu Yu knew that she was a very famous singer on the Internet, she didn't show her face and didn't show her true identity, so she specially hired a record company agent to take care of all the trivial things for her, she just had to sing and compose music and lyrics with peace of mind.

Fu Xun can misunderstand his relationship with her, which is understandable.

…

The game begins.

The Racer Girl raised her arm high, and after two seconds of silence, the flag waved downward.

The signal is issued.

All the sports cars that were already roaring on the starting line rushed out like a flash in an instant.

“Amy！ Come on！ ”

Naturally, the boy made a trumpet-like shout.

Amy gripped the steering wheel, snorted confidently, and looked for her target as she withdrew her gaze from the mirror.

She'd already been on the lookout.

The license plate number of the girl who was touted and praised by her suitors and her friends.

Got it.

A Bugatti, with low wheels, smooth and gorgeous lines, and a dark and shiny body, are noticeable at a glance in a crowd of supercars of all colors.

Sheng Kite sat inside.

Amy locked onto her target and leaned straight in.

She really didn't talk much, she had played racing, so she squeezed through all the sports cars as fast as she could, and joined Sheng Kite's car.

The meaning of wanting PK is obvious.

Sheng Kite also noticed, but was not interested in the strange girl's inexplicable challenge.

Still in the warm-up lap.

She maintains a salted fish state that is not radical and does not lag too far behind.

Shi Yan drove a Lamborghini, the body and rear wing were white, and the architecture was very cool.

He followed Sheng Kite at the same speed.

One black and one white, one in front and one behind, all salted fish.

In the pager, Fu Xun's voice of criticism on the helicopter came:

"Players 12 and 13, please don't play negatively, it's OK to move?"

Sheng Kite is No. 12, and Shi Yan is No. 13.

"Player No. 13, a little bit of your own thoughts, don't blindly follow No. 12, OK?"

Two sizzles, and a response came from the channel.

"That's it."

The calm female voice is Sheng Kite.

Then.

"Follow."

The low-magnetic male voice is Shi Yan.

Fu Xun immediately shouted, and immediately turned his head to direct the referee of the game: "Hurry up, these two players are passive and slack off, and give each of them a yellow card warning." ”

“……”

Come on, it's racing, it's not kicking.

Where's the a yellow card?

But what the boss said was a holy decree, and he didn't dare to disobey it, and the referee gave two yellow cards against his will.