After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

The white Fit GK5 slowly stopped after crossing the finish line. The driver's door opened, and the audience saw a slender girl wearing an ill-fitting racing suit and a team helmet, whose appearance could not be seen, walked out.

After a moment of silence, the audience suddenly went wild.

"Fuck, it's actually a girl!"

"Brother, am I dreaming? Such a cool drift, but the driver is actually a woman!"

"I think those fan forums in China are going to explode. I'm going to ask the organizers for the video of the race on the 17th first."

After a game, Shen Shu felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart, his back was bruised and purple, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Such high-speed impacts and bumps are certainly not something a junior high school student can withstand.

"It seems I need to exercise more when I go back." Shen Shu looked at his thin arms and legs and shook his head helplessly.

She changed into casual clothes and walked into the team's meeting room, where a room full of people were already waiting for her.

"Don't worry, I will help you keep it confidential." Meng Hai walked forward excitedly, looking at Shen Shu in front of him, and admired the young people again and again in his heart.

Several young drivers of the team also looked at him with starry eyes in admiration.

"We don't even know each other, why are you helping us?" Cheng Hao pursed his lips and stood up, with obvious hostility in his eyes.

Today, he felt the ups and downs of life. As the number one in the team, he used to enjoy the preferential treatment of the manager and coach, the envy of his peers, and finally got rid of Yao Yong, who was a threat to him. But he didn't expect that another freak like this would come. He was afraid that he would lose everything in the past.

Shen Shu raised his head and looked at Cheng Hao calmly. He was clearly smiling, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

"I just do what I feel is right in the moment."

"I can't stand the racing culture being polluted by a group of short-sighted and materialistic people. I can't stand the good horse pushing the good horse into the abyss. I can't stand the short-sighted people who are content to guard a small piece of the world and call themselves racing drivers."

“If you don’t have faith! If you don’t have passion! Even if you have talent, everything is in vain.”

In his previous life, Shen Shu heard Meng Hai mention the driver Cheng Hao with regret. He said that he was very talented and hardworking, but he attached great importance to fame.

As the years went by, as drivers who were younger, more talented, more hardworking and more passionate about racing than him joined the team one after another, his status plummeted. Unable to bear the blow, he retired from the racing career he had worked on for many years and turned to start a small business.

Shen Shu valued talent and knew that he could still be saved.

Cheng Hao's heart was seen through and his face turned red instantly.

Meng Hai patted his shoulder and sighed. Well, it was a good thing for Cheng Hao. Only when he saw things clearly and understood them clearly could he break through himself.

"I hope to see you in bigger competitions in the future. Please don't waste the talent God has given you."

Cheng Hao nodded heavily.

"Brother Meng, we have brought the person to you." Several tall and strong mechanics from the Dulanshan team pushed Yao Yong into the conference room.

"Isn't it just kowtow? I will kowtow! I will accept the defeat!" Yao Yong gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Shu who was surrounded by everyone.

Li Qing and others from Ling Fei Team disappeared after the race. I'm afraid they felt embarrassed and ran away early.

"The one you should blame is not me, but Manager Meng who discovered you and joined the team, and the coach who spared no effort to teach you everything he knew." Shen Shu waved his hand and left the team, indicating that they should solve the problem internally.

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"Hey, Lao Wang, you guys still know that rubbish Lingfei Team."

"If the team loses, don't go home and cry to your investor dad."

When Jin Haoyu and his group met Wang Xian and his group, they imitated his previous mocking tone in a sarcastic manner. Seeing Wang Xian's angry look, it was so refreshing.

"If you have the guts, come back to Zheng City and keep nagging me!" Wang Xian said with a gloomy face.

"How could I be afraid of you, young master? Whoever is afraid will be a grandson by then." Jin Haoyu curled his lips with a fake smile, but when he looked up and saw the familiar figure approaching from afar, he instantly turned into a look that seemed like a bootlicker in the eyes of everyone.

"Goddess! You're back! Come on, come on, everyone is waiting for you."

"Eh~ Jin Haoyu, I really can't stand you." Chu Qingqing was instantly provoked and shuddered.

Shen Shu approached the crowd with gazes that were either surprised, apologetic or excited. He curled the corners of his lips slightly and smiled slowly.

It was the first time that Lu Bai developed such a strong curiosity about a girl. The low-key, indifferent and cold person in daily life would become sharp and radiant when encountering racing.

Sometimes he always felt that her behavior was not like that of people of their age, but sometimes he felt that she was straightforward and cute.

Li Nan is a straightforward person and took the lead in expressing his opinion. "I'm sorry that I resented you for meddling in my business. I made a hasty conclusion without knowing you well."

"I didn't expect you to be so good. Remember to call me when you have a car race in the future. I will ask my sisters to support you." Chu Qingqing pursed her lips and blinked her beautiful round eyes.

"From now on you are my goddess! Oh no, my eternal goddess!" Jin Haoyu's expression was a little exaggerated and funny.

"Call me brother."

"Okay, big brother!"

Everyone walked away talking and laughing, and Wang Xian's gloomy eyes stared at Shen Shu's back until he disappeared.

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Beijing Shuanggang underground parking lot.

In front of a Koenigsegg supercar with extremely smooth lines, like a black panther waiting for an opportunity, stands a tall figure with his back to the light.

A low-key yet luxurious black suit perfectly outlines the man's tight and strong waist.

The man put one hand in his pocket and held a freshly lit cigarette between the fingertips of his other hand. His flamboyant silver hair and delicate and deep face fully embodied his dandy and evil nature.

"Young Master Song! Young Master Song!" Jiang Jingxiu ran over excitedly and found Song Yun.

"You've been staring at this car for so many days that you're almost staring at it until a flower blooms out of it."

Jiang Jingxiu was puzzled. Although this Koenigsegg was ridiculously handsome, it was not enough for Song Yun, who owned countless supercars, to watch it every time he came to Shuanggang Circuit.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Song Yun's eyebrows were cold and his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Several racing forums in our country are going crazy! A female racer performed an amazing throttle drift in a mountain rally! This is a video leaked by racing enthusiasts, you can see it for yourself." Jiang Jingxiu took out the iPhone 4 that he had just bought at the launch conference two days ago from his pocket.

"Interesting." Song Yun raised his eyes and glanced a few times.

"Oh, by the way, haven't you been sending people to find a female driver recently? Although her face is not shown, there is a photo of her just walking out of the car. See if it looks like her."

"She's not that young." Song Yun glanced at the girl in the photo. Although she was wearing a racing suit that didn't fit her well, one could tell she was not very old just by looking at her frame.

"Why are you going through so much trouble to find someone? If you want to recruit a female racer for our team, can't you just send a notice?"

"What if the person I'm looking for is the owner of this Koenigsegg?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, with an indescribable ruffian air in his delicate peach blossom eyes.