She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"The God of Wine has really fallen. He actually peeled candy wrappers for that woman. Is this still my God of Wine?"

"The God of Bacchus's movements are so gentle, isn't that woman so happy?"

Online viewers can post comments, which are even more varied.

——Although I am a macho man, I also want to eat Bacchus’ lollipop!

——I suspect you are doing HS in the previous sentence.

——You are so sexy!

——The beauty who runs with a lollipop in her mouth is so cool. If she can finish the race, I will give her a box of lollipops!

Manshu didn't know that the audience was envious of her and was just talking nonsense.

The moment the gunshot rang out, her car rushed out like an arrow.

She could only hear the roar of the engine, as if everything around her didn't exist.

Perhaps because Manshu was a woman, everyone looked down on her, or perhaps they were afraid of being scolded by fans watching the game for bullying a woman, so they subconsciously planned to ignore Manshu.

Everyone rushed forward in an orderly manner at the beginning, until later when they tried to compete for the right of way, a violent collision occurred.

How can you ensure your own safety?

Get to the first place!

No one can surpass you, so naturally no one will have friction with you.

But is this possible?

Manshu felt the racing with her whole body and soul. She possessed magical powers and her perception was several times that of other ordinary players.

Naturally, in terms of operation, they are also more responsive than others.

After realizing that no one else took him seriously, Manshu slowed down actually.

"This woman, is she a snail? She runs so slowly, how can she compare with others?"

"What's there to compare? She might have been frightened by everyone's madness just now, and she hasn't recovered yet."

"Her speed is very fast compared to the average person, but this is a trials competition, she's giving up before she even starts running!"

Everyone expressed dissatisfaction with Manshu's slow pace.

Qu Jiu saw through her tactics, but he said nothing and even looked relaxed.

Manshu fell behind from the beginning, and the contestants in other cars even boasted that she was not good enough.

Especially Brother Ming, who had just had a conflict with Manshu.

He turned around but didn't see Manshu's car. He just sneered: "Women are women. Can't they go home and serve men well? Why are you participating in the competition?"

"Brother Ming..." The racing driver wanted to remind him that this was a live broadcast.

There will be people paying attention to the whole process. Doesn’t Ming Ge want to be scolded by saying such things?

"Why, don't you agree with what I said?"

He was the one who trained the racing driver. Brother Ming has always been the type of person who believes that those who obey me will prosper, while those who disobey me will perish.

Other racers who were disobedient were more or less suppressed by him, or he would openly kill or maim others in the name of competition.

Anyway, for this kind of competition, everyone will buy insurance, so isn't it normal for accidents to happen?

So many people die in car accidents every year. Who is it because they have bad luck?

Oh, no, he’s not dead, just disabled. He’s already very lucky.

A smelly guy like this actually has a group of fans in the racing circle.

He said this and immediately the online audience agreed.

——Lao Mingzi is right. Wouldn’t it be nice to go home and be a little princess, eating only a few bites and not suffering?

——This woman brought shame to my God of Bacchus, but he was not angry at all. Is it because she has good skills?

There are people with such distorted values, but there are also some people who hate it when others talk bad about women.

——There are no female racing drivers in the racing circle, not because their skills are not good, but because you guys are too disgusting and have a stinky mouth!

——What era is this? Do you still look down on women? I bet on this beauty to win. I bet one million!