"You have to know what you are doing! This is racing, not a child's play. You have to be responsible for my life!" Masaki Yamada is going crazy! I really don't know how Zhuo Yifan's head is so long that he can do it with this method.
You can figure it out!
"If you are afraid that I will kill you, you can get off the car!" Zhuo Yifan said with a chuckle.
When it came to getting out of the car, Yamada Masaki became speechless. After being coy for a long time, she said squeakingly, "I...I'm not afraid! I...I'm just worried about whether you can win like this!"
"Then you can't get down?" Zhuo Yifan asked, dumbfounded.
"No less!" Masaki Yamada nodded firmly.[
Zhuo Yifan actually admires Yamada Masaki's courage! If it were him, he would not choose to ride in such a driver's car. Although Zhuo Yifan knows that he is not an ordinary person!
"Okay! Then just watch me quietly! Don't yell at me while we are racing, or I will gag you!" Zhuo Yifan nodded, very seriously
said.
"I know! I won't yell! That's a sign of lack of quality! Besides, I've never raced before, so how can I be so unbearable?" Masaki Yamada said with a dissatisfied pout.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but blinked. Does this girl have anything to do with quality? This character looks like a man, not a lady! Could it be that she has become a savage girlfriend due to the influence of her father, who is a gangster?
Both sports cars are ready on the starting line! This is the starting point, and it is also the end point. The two cars will run a circle around Wulong Mountain and then return to the starting point.
The moment the referee girl ran out of her red cock, the silver-white Ferrari accelerated and rushed out.
"16 seconds!" Zhuo Yifan nodded, thinking that Murong Jian's car was pretty good!
Zhuo Yifan was not in a hurry, as if nothing had happened. He first recorded the time when Murong Jian increased his speed, and then ran out after Murong Jian.
"How did you do it? You reacted so slowly, you left him behind at the beginning!" Masaki Yamada looked at the scene in front of her and immediately accused her angrily.
"I said, you'd better shut up. Otherwise I will block your mouth!" Zhuo Yifan said with a chuckle.
Masaki Yamada wanted to say something else, but she was afraid that it would affect Zhuo Yifan's performance, so she buried what she wanted to say in the end!
"Murong Jian looks like he still has some strength!" Xia Yun nodded as he looked at Ferrari, which had surpassed him by two parking spaces and was still gradually opening a distance.
"Whose side are you on? Of course he has the strength! He is recognized as the Asian racing king in the British underground racing community!" Masaki Yamada's lungs almost exploded with anger!
"Asian Car King?" Zhuo Yifan curled his lips and couldn't help but chuckle: "The name is quite deceiving! I just don't know what the strength is? Let him be proud for a while, and we just need to follow him!"
"Follow? Are you prepared to follow all the way to the end?" Masaki Yamada asked angrily.
"How can we win if we follow? I mean follow for now! By the way, I told you to stop talking!" Zhuo Yifan glared at Masaki Yamada dissatisfied.
Yamada Masaki's face was full of grievances, but she didn't dare to get angry at Zhuo Yifan again. She was really worried that it would affect Zhuo Yifan's performance. Did she really want to spend the night with that kid Murong Jian? But look at Zhuo Yifan's careless behavior.
It seems that it is strange that Masaki Yamada is not anxious.
