Chapter 187 This little brother screams so disgustingly
Zhong Li is not a person who reveals his true feelings, and Lu Zichen knows that his understanding of her is still lacking.
But he definitely doesn’t believe that Zhong Li can do that kind of thing.
"Do you have a driver's license?"
Zhong Li took it for granted, "You don't need a driver's license in a place like an underground racing track."
Lu Zichen: "..."
Is this what he meant?
"How can you race a car if you don't even have a driver's license?"
Zhong Li patted his shoulder calmly, "Relax, I can handle it."
Lu Zichen: I’m worried just because it’s you.
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The underground racing track is not an official channel, so there is no official competition venue. The competitions are all held in a suburb of Haicheng.
In the past few years, many racing enthusiasts met here to race cars, and gradually it evolved into the current underground racing venue.
The terrain of Haicheng is flat and there are no dangerous terrains. Apart from the curves, there is nothing to pay attention to on the course.
Time was tight, and Zhong Li didn't want his family to know, so he asked Feng Qi to help him get a sports car.
Traveling at 220 yards per hour through the crowded city and into the suburbs.
Lu Zichen was worried and followed him.
Hold on to the seat belt tightly from the moment the car starts.
Fortunately, Haicheng is located on a plain, so even suburban vehicles can drive smoothly.
Seeing that it was about to arrive, Lu Zichen turned to look at Zhong Li to remind her.
But I saw her turning the steering wheel with ease, and the car turned a corner quickly and then stopped.
He looks steady, as if the thrill before didn't exist.
Looking at Zhong Li again, he is extremely relaxed and does not look at all panicked.
At first, Lu Zichen disagreed with her driving.
I don’t even have a driver’s license, and this car isn’t cheap either.
Now, he already believes that Zhong Li can race cars.
Lu Zichen unbuckled his seat belt tremblingly, and almost knelt down the moment he got out of the car.
Because it is not a formal channel, there are no staff on site. There are only a few racing enthusiasts talking to each other and competing.
Zhong Li approached the crowd and asked, "Which one is Yu Hao?"
The unruly tone attracted the attention of many people.
"That's me." A burly man with tattoos on his arms walked out arrogantly.
When he saw Zhong Li, he raised his head proudly and looked at her with contempt.
"Boy, are you looking for me?"
"You and Xiao Yao have a match today?" Zhong Li's tone was quite polite.
Yu Hao laughed sarcastically, "Are you his friend? That kid can't get out of bed. Do you want others to say that he even gave up the game?"
After he finished speaking, the boys behind him laughed together with him.
Zhong Li felt a headache, and it wasn't until their laughter subsided that she continued to speak: "I'm here to compete for him."
"Race for him?" Yu Hao was suspicious, sizing her up, and then said with contempt in his eyes, "Just you? I'm afraid you can't even drive a car, but you still want to drive a racing car."
Don’t blame him for not believing it.
If you have anemia of Trichosanthes terrestris plus depression, and you stay at home for a long time, you will inevitably show the characteristics of being sickly and weak.
Another burst of laughter.
Yu Hao didn't take Zhong Li seriously at all and watched her pretending to be verbally intimidating: "Little brother, I advise you to go home and find your mother. Otherwise, if this happens, I will not be responsible."
Zhong Li rolled his eyes impatiently, with a look of disgust on his face.
This little brother screams so disgustingly.
This sounds hard to say, but it is also true.
The boy in front of her was of low physical fitness, and her body simply couldn't bear such an extreme sport as racing.