Chapter 72: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng
Chapter 72: Who Taught Her to Drive?**
Wudao Mountain was not a professional racetrack, but its winding terrain and sharp turns made it highly challenging. The nighttime setting added an extra layer of difficulty, making the race more thrilling.
The car Jiang Chenchen drove was arranged by Sun Bailong. She didn't care about the model, but it was, in fact, a well-configured, specially modified high-performance racing car.
Sun Bailong considered himself a dominant force on the racetrack, but the racer from Southern City, Jing Jiangning, was too arrogant. Sun Bailong was determined to crush his spirit and humiliate him by winning. Adding a stunning woman to the race, if she also defeated him, Jing Jiangning would become a laughingstock in the entire racing community.
That was Sun Bailong's goal.
So, he provided Jiang Chenchen with the best car setup.
The night wind howled as the racers gathered before the race. Sun Bailong, sizing up Jing Jiangning, displayed a disdainful expression. Sun Bailong was not tall, but his eyes carried the aura of someone who had dominated for years.
Looking at the person opposite, casually dressed with neatly combed hair, he seemed like a shy university student—an appearance that seemed weak.
"Are you the Jing Jiangning who won in Southern City against Daqian?"
"Yes, that's me. Want to test me?"
His response was calm, lacking the arrogance that rumors had suggested. Sun Bailong, although underestimating him based on appearances, found his competitive spirit ignited by the challenge.
"Alright, kid, don't cry for your daddy when you lose!"
He laughed mockingly, full of disdain.
Laughing, he pointed at Jiang Chenchen standing beside him. "If you can't even beat a girl who doesn't know how to drive well, it would be quite embarrassing, don't you think?"
Jing Jiangning looked at Jiang Chenchen and, despite the howling wind, her calm and indifferent demeanor remained unchanged. It seemed like her attention was elsewhere.
But she was indeed beautiful.
Jing Jiangning stared for a moment, then quickly averted his gaze, scratching his head.
"Let's start."
They returned to their cars, preparing for the race. Sun Bailong only then noticed that all the other racers were present, but Ye Xi was missing. Someone quickly informed, "Young Master Ye had some urgent matters and left earlier."
"I bet he was scared and ran away!" Sun Bailong chuckled in disdain, got into his car, and prepared for the race.
The starting point had gathered many spectators, mostly attracted by the fame of Southern City's racer, Jing Jiangning.
Having just emerged in Southern City, Jing Jiangning had already raced against many legendary predecessors. Invited to this event, he aimed to challenge more opponents, not lingering on past victories.
Jing Jiangning did not underestimate the female racer; he did not underestimate any opponent. The challenge for him was always about challenging himself.
As the race progressed, Jiang Chenchen, unfamiliar with the road conditions, relied solely on her focus to overtake competitors. Her quick reflexes and familiarity with the car's structure, acquired during her time abroad, contributed to her driving skills.
She used to accompany someone who loved night racing, rushing through deserted nights as if they cared little for life.
The person would chuckle softly, a laugh as mysterious and carefree as moonlight. "Death is nothing."
Jiang Chenchen never paid much attention to what that person said, but her memory was excellent—she remembered everything.
Her driving technique now resembled that person's.
Jing Jiangning, glancing at the rearview mirror, saw a serious expression on the seemingly shy and modest face. The opponent was formidable.
Approaching the final stages of the race, Jiang Chenchen continued to catch up. Unfamiliar with the terrain, she relied on her concentration. Her appearance resembled that person's, who used to take her out to race.
Jing Jiangning, focused on the road and his car, knew victory was within reach. He could see the figures and flags at the next bend. As the two cars side by side entered the turn, the collision sounded as their vehicles brushed against each other.
A piercing noise echoed!
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