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

"This... this is the real extreme braking!"

"Are you sure the girl in the car is the one with number 9?"

"Isn't it a coincidence? Shang Yunxi's braking point isn't as close as hers."

"..."

The students were talking about it, and Coach Chen also stood up straight, staring at the less than one centimeter distance between the front of the car and the red post.

According to regulations, minors aged 15 and above are allowed to take racing license exams, but the prerequisite is that they need to produce training records of more than half a year from a regular racing training center.

Therefore, the minors who come here to take the driving test basically have some skills, but it is unheard of that someone can reach this level of braking skills. At least, I have never met one in the more than ten years that Coach Chen has been teaching.

Shang Yunxi frowned slightly, obviously shocked and confused.

She studied racing for many years in Europe, where racing culture originated and developed, with top-notch tracks and technical teams, as well as the world's top teams and racing drivers.

Shang Yunxi's talent is not the best anywhere, but it is rare to find one in decades. In Country Z, where the racing culture has just started a few years ago, she is at the top.

And now, the girl No. 9, whose name she had never heard of, actually stepped on the extreme brake in the true sense.

Is there such a person among the young female racers in Country Z? Everyone present searched their memories, but could not find a suitable one.

There was only one possibility. Following everyone's guess, Coach Chen ordered No. 9 to return to the starting point and brake again.

Although there is air conditioning, the scorching sun is shining brightly and the car is still stuffy.

The extreme braking just now was subconsciously performed by Shen Shu as a professional racing driver with many years of experience. Now, after hearing the conversation of everyone, she remembered that this was a bit unreasonable.

The sound of sudden brakes rang out again, and this time the front of the car was just about 10 centimeters away from the red post.

"This little girl really gave us a scare. It turned out to be just a coincidence last time."

"That is to say, she can't be more powerful than Shang Yunxi."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was really shocking. They thought that there were not so many geniuses in the racing world and they could meet them all in the training class.

Shang Yunxi's frown smoothed out, and he looked at Shen Shu who got out of the car a few more times, and his heart completely relaxed.

She had never seen this girl in any youth competition, so she thought the extreme braking just now was just a coincidence.

Only Lin Leyao, who didn't even realize her popsicle had melted, and Coach Chen, the class leader, looked at Shen Shu with strange and puzzled eyes.

"I feel like I've met a true genius."

They both whispered at the same time.

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Song Dynasty Residence in Beijing

Led by the old butler, Song Huaizhi walked into this mansion located in the central area of ​​​​the capital for the first time.

Pavilions, towers, eaves and green tiles, clear springs flowing over rocks, majestic and orderly. Even Song Huaizhi, who grew up in a wealthy family, was dazzled by the exquisite buildings in front of him.

"If you have the guts, be like your useless father and never come back!" As Mr. Song roared, the folding door of the main hall in the front yard opened from the inside, and a tall figure walked out and passed by Song Huaizhi.

The man's extremely flamboyant silver hair reflected a dazzling light in the sun, and his deep eyes were like those of a midnight cold star. He looked like a character from a comic book.

When passing by, Song Huaizhi felt for the first time a sense of oppression from a superior, and he almost subconsciously held his breath.

After the man walked away, he slowly turned his stiff back and looked at the man's back a few times.

"Let's go, don't keep the master waiting for too long." The old butler reminded.

There was a rosewood flat-cornered table, a rosewood chair carved with a blue phoenix and peony pattern, and a four-season auspicious screen carved from agarwood. Song Huaizhi looked around the front hall and sat down nervously.

"Have you just met him?" Although Mr. Song has gray hair on his temples, his eyes are bright and his steps are brisk, and it can be seen that he exercises regularly.

"The person you just met outside was Young Master Song." The old butler reminded.

Song Huaizhi was stunned. No wonder it turned out to be him.

In the entire capital city, the only person who can be respectfully addressed as Mr. Song is Song Yun.

"This child has followed me since he was young, but his bad temper is exactly like his father's! So what if he is talented? He is just a disobedient thing." Old Master Song became more and more angry as he spoke, and he almost slammed the table and stood up.

The old butler held his forehead in silence, saying that three generations of the family were all the same.

Song Huaizhi had heard of Song Yun. He was only 20 years old this year but had already obtained a double degree from Harvard University. He was extremely talented in mathematics and physics, but he had always refused to inherit the Song family's research institute and group business.

It is said that he just returned to China this year, and recently he has been studying racing car modification with Lu Jingxiu, the second generation ancestor of the Lu family, and they have also formed a racing club.

The Shang family introduced Shang Yunxi to the old man of the Song family in order to cater to Song Yun. They all subconsciously believed that no matter how badly Song Yun performed, it was a foregone conclusion that he would become the heir of the Song family in the future.

But for some reason, the Shang family's action immediately angered Old Master Song. Fortunately, Song Huaizhi happened to be present at the time and quickly came forward to appease them.

Whether he was angry or serious, the old man announced on the spot that he would train Song Huaizhi from the side branch as the heir. The Shang family saw that there was no hope of marrying Song Yun, so they simply brought Song Huaizhi and Shang Yunxi together.

Song Huaizhi didn't understand. With such a huge family business, which was top-notch in the whole country, why was Song Yun unwilling to inherit it even though he was capable of it?

-

"Why are you still repairing a broken car that's more than ten years old?" Jiang Jingxiu was lying on the sofa in the mechanical room of the racetrack, leisurely flipping through the latest issue of a car magazine.

"This is the only thing Song Zhen left me." Song Yun, wearing a mechanic's work clothes with the Shuanggang Racing Circuit logo, stood in front of a severely aging Baituo 730 with a stern expression.

"Damn?" Jiang Jingxiu quickly stood up and looked at the Baituo 730 in front of him, which he had just called a broken car, with admiration.

"Song Zhenna, the God of Cars, is a legend."

"God of Cars! God of Cars! Please accept my worship!"

Song Yun twitched his lips speechlessly, obviously already accustomed to the speed with which Jiang Jingxiu changed his attitude.

"So you really don't know the whereabouts of the God of Cars? You're not curious about what happened to your biological father over the years?"

"He was the one who abandoned me first. There's nothing to be curious about." Song Yun opened the hood of the car. It was covered with dust and he couldn't see the extent of the damage to the parts.

"Looking at this, are you sure you don't want to ask the mechanical team to come and fix it?" Jiang Jingxiu opened the car door and covered his nose because of the dust that was blown up.

"I'll change it myself." Song Yun lowered his eyebrows, his eyes dark and gloomy.