Zhong Quinoa is not a person who reveals her heart, and Lu Zichen knows that he still lacks understanding her.

But he definitely didn't believe that Zhong Quinoa would do anything like that.

"Do you have a driver's license?"

Zhong said it as a matter of course, "In places like underground racing tracks, you don't need a driver's license." ”

Lu Zichen: "......"

Is that what he meant?

"You don't even have a driver's license, how can you race cars?"

Zhong Qu calmly patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, I can handle it." ”

Lu Zichen: It's because it's you, I'm not at ease.

……

The underground circuit is not an official channel, so there is no official racetrack, and the races are held in a suburb of Haicheng.

In the past few years, many enthusiasts have met here to drag racing, and it has gradually evolved into the current underground racing track.

The terrain of Haicheng is flat, there is no dangerous terrain, and there is nothing to pay attention to in the arena except for the corners.

Time was tight, and Zhong Qu didn't want his family to know, so he directly asked Feng Qi to help him get a sports car.

At 220 yards per hour, he made his way through the crowded city to the suburbs.

Lu Zichen was not at ease, so he also followed.

Hold on to your seat belt tightly from the moment the car starts.

Fortunately, Haicheng is located on the plains, so even suburban vehicles can drive smoothly.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, Lu Zichen turned his head to look at Zhong Quinoa and wanted to remind her.

saw that she was turning the steering wheel with ease, and the car turned quickly and then stopped.

The steady appearance is as if the previous thrilling does not exist.

Looking at Zhong Quinoa again, it was extremely relaxed, and there was no panic.

At first, she drove, but Lu Zichen disagreed.

I don't have a driver's license, and the car is not cheap.

Now, he has come to believe that Zhong Quinoa can race cars.

Lu Zichen trembled and unbuckled his seat belt, and almost knelt down the moment he got out of the car.

Because it is not a formal channel, there is no staff on site, only a few racing enthusiasts are talking and competing with each other.

Zhong Qui approached the crowd, "Which one is Yu Hao?" ”

The tone was unruly, which attracted the attention of many people.

"I am." A burly man with a tattooed flower arm walked out with arrogant steps.

Seeing Zhong Quinoa, he directly raised his head proudly and looked at her with contempt.

"Boy, you're looking for me?"

"You have a match with Xiao Yao today?" Zhong Qu's tone was quite polite.

Yu Hao laughed sarcastically, "Are you his friend?" That kid can't get out of bed, and he even has to give up the game to let someone else talk about it? ”

When the words fell, several younger brothers behind him laughed along with him.

Zhong felt a headache, and it wasn't until their laughter died down that she continued, "I'm here to play for him." ”

"Playing for him?" Yu Hao was suspicious in his heart, looked at her, and then looked at her with contempt, "Just you?" I'm afraid I can't even drive a car, and I want to drive a racing car. ”

It's no wonder that he doesn't believe it.

Zhong Quinoa's anemia and depression, long-term recuperation at home, will inevitably show the characteristics of illness and weakness.

Another burst of laughter.

Yu Hao didn't take Zhong Quinoa seriously at all, and looked at her pretending to be verbally coerced: "Little brother, my brother advises you to go home and find your mother, otherwise when this happens, my brother will not be responsible." ”

Zhong Quinoa rolled his eyes impatiently, a look of disgust on his face.

This little brother screams disgustingly.

It's a terrible thing to say, but it's also true.

The boy in front of her has low physical fitness, and her body can't stand it at all because of such an extreme sport as racing.

(End of chapter)