Ye Wenqian must have also seen several sports cars parked next to her car, and a group of people were surrounding them, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Sister Qian, I heard that you gave up the competition due to illness, is it true?"
"Yeah, what exactly is the disease?"
"If you can't participate in the game, we have no chance of beating him."
…
It was obvious that Ye Wenqian was the boss among the amateur racers. Before she could reach the car, several young racers immediately gathered around and started asking questions.
"Did Tiantian tell you?" Ye Wenqian asked casually.
She made the decision last night without notifying these riders at all.
She was a little surprised that they found out so quickly.
Of course, I told Tiantian this morning. It would be normal if she told these people. After all, that girl's character is that she can't hold her tongue.
"No, it was this Japanese guy who said it."
"Well, he said you gave up the game because you were sick."
"I don't think it's possible. Isn't Sister Qian in good health?"
…
Their words made Ye Wenqian's heart skip a beat. She knew that Tiantian definitely didn't know the Japanese person's phone number, and the only one who might tell him was Song Yehan.
"Beauty, I'm here to confirm with you whether you gave up the game?"
Aoki had a proud smile on his face, holding the S-shaped woman in his arms, and shouted in Chinese that was not fluent.
"Did Ye Han tell you?" Ye Wenqian asked with a very ugly expression on her face.
Zhang Yang knew that if it was really Qingmu who Song Yehan told, he would undoubtedly slap Ye Wenqian hard in the face.
"Ye Han? Are you talking about Boss Song?"
Aoki let go of the woman in his arms, walked over and continued: "We had dinner yesterday and found out that you are his girlfriend. He said that you were not in good health and would not participate in the competition. I just came to ask if it was true?"
What he said was very clear. It seemed that after Song Yehan determined that Ye Wenqian would not participate in the competition, he found an excuse for her poor health.
"Well, it's true."
Ye Wenqian could only admit and continue: "I suddenly felt sick and caught a cold these past few days. I have been in the hospital for treatment and am not suitable for competition."
"Sister Qian, it turns out you are really sick."
"Oh, what a pity. Why did you get sick at such a critical time?"
"If you give up like this, let's give up. Let's find another chance to compete with him in the future."
…
After hearing her admitting that she was sick, these fellow riders all expressed their understanding, but at the same time they had expressions of frustration and disappointment on their faces.
After all, racing is an extremely dangerous thing. Any physical discomfort at high speed may cause the car to crash and kill people, so it is normal for Ye Wenqian to give up the race.
"I want to know if you are really sick? Or are you afraid of losing?" Qingmu walked up to Ye Wenqian, lowered his head and asked softly in her ear.
With his arrogant and domineering character, he always lowered his voice when asking questions. It can be seen that because Ye Wenqian is Song Yehan's girlfriend, he can save a little face for her.
Aoki would definitely not believe that he fell ill at such a critical moment, so he deliberately came over to ask.
The group of riders who notified Ye Wenqian seemed very unkind and arrogant and provocative.
"I'm really sick." Ye Wenqian answered with some reluctance, indicating her inner unwillingness.
"She's lying, she's not sick at all." Zhang Yang suddenly said loudly.
His words were undoubtedly like a bullet, which immediately caused the group of riders to become noisy, and even Ye Wenqian was stunned.
"Who is this, Sister Qian?"
"Is what he said true?"
"Isn't this the man with the middle finger on the elevated platform? Why is Sister Qian with him?"
…
Just now they were all anxious to ask about the authenticity of giving up the game, so they didn't notice Zhang Yang.
His sudden voice caused everyone to focus on him and ask questions.
"If you are not sick, you must be afraid of competing because you are afraid of losing, right?"
A woman with an S-shaped figure would definitely not care about Song Yehan's face. She might not know him at all, so her words were naturally rude, twisting her sexy waist and saying with an arrogant look on her face.
Ye Wenqian glanced sideways at Zhang Yang, her pretty face full of anger and helplessness.
Although he was a little dissatisfied with Song Yehan in his heart, he felt that he should not have told the Japanese people about his decision to give up the competition so quickly without discussing it with him.
However, thinking that he had considered it carefully and that illness was the best reason and excuse, this dissatisfaction disappeared a lot.
And Zhang Yang's words completely disrupted his thoughts. Since he is not sick, what reason should he use to give up the game?
"Are you really afraid of competing because you are afraid of losing?" Seeing Ye Wenqian in a daze, Aoki asked in a low voice.
"It's not that she's afraid of losing, it's that you don't deserve her to play in the game."
Zhang Yang walked to Ye Wenqian with a smile and said to everyone: "I solemnly tell you now that she is my teacher. She will teach me how to drive today. I will participate in the competition two days later."
"Sister Qian, when did you accept a disciple?"
"Dude, are you a racing driver too?"
"Yeah, why haven't I seen you participate in racing in the past?"
…
Some people asked Ye Wenqian, and some started to get close to her.
After all, they are all amateur racing. Although Zhang Yang's middle finger was a bit obscene at the time, it was also directed at Japanese people and is completely acceptable.
Only Aoki's face gradually turned livid.
"He's just my friend." Ye Wenqian answered in a panic when faced with everyone's inquiries.
Up to now, the matter was beyond the scope of her ability to explain. In addition, everyone was talking about it, which made her a little confused. She responded completely instinctively.
"I'm not a racing driver, and I don't know how to race." Zhang Yang continued to everyone: "Otherwise, why would I have Wen Qian as my teacher and let her teach me how to drive?"
"Then if you don't know how to race, how can you participate in the competition?"
"Yes, Sister Qian, you are not joking, are you?"
"If you accept me as your student, I'm better than him."
…
This group of amateur drivers were all questioning it, and some even wanted Ye Wenqian to call him a racing driver when he picked up his car.
Of course, it is also possible that he has the same idea as Zhang Yang, which is to have more contact with this beauty.
"Aren't I just studying? There are still two days left, why should I be in a hurry?"
Zhang Yang expressed dissatisfaction with their questioning and said disdainfully.
He thought to himself that after finally being in contact with this beautiful woman for two more days, what if she was disturbed by these people? So he fought back without hesitation.
"Do you think you're a genius? Do you think you can win?"
A woman with an S-shaped figure walked forward, with disdain and contempt on her heavily made-up face.
"I'm not a genius, but I have a genius teacher. That's enough. As long as she is willing to teach me seriously, why can't I win?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, and at the same time he praised Ye Wenqian.
Ye Wenqian looked at him, feeling no joy at being praised, and her pretty face was full of helplessness.
At this time, she was still struggling with how to explain to everyone that she gave up the competition. How could she be in the mood to listen to his poor behavior?
"Really? What if you lose?" the woman asked in a provocative tone.
"What do you propose?"
"Then I want you to climb around the car three times and then put your middle finger into your mouth." The woman said fiercely with an arrogant tone.
"No problem, what if I win?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"If you win, you can do whatever you want."
The woman's face was instantly filled with wanton charm, and she twisted her waist and swayed her hips, creating a very provocative pose.
Although her words were extremely ambiguous, any fool could hear it. She simply did not believe that Zhang Yang could win, so this series of actions were just a strong disdain and provocation for him.
"Really? You agree to whatever I want from you?"
Zhang Yang's face was immediately filled with a dirty look, and his expectant tone and lustful eyes made everyone around him stunned.
"Who is this person? So shameless?"
"How could Sister Qian be with such a person? It's incredible."
"The last time I raised my middle finger, I saw that he was not a good bird, but a gangster who would disgrace the Chinese people."
…
After a while, everyone reacted and cursed in a low voice.
After hearing his words, Ye Wenqian smiled helplessly, and the good impression she had just had on him was instantly shattered.
"Of course, as long as you can win, I will promise you anything."
The woman's petite smile was trembling wildly, and a pair of fat mountains on her chest were beating constantly under the low-cut tights. There was a feeling that was about to come out, which was dazzling.
"Okay, for you, I have worked hard to learn racing skills from Teacher Ye these two days, and I will win the race no matter what."
Zhang Yang looked hard at her meat mountain and continued in a firm tone: "After winning, I have only one request, that is, you stay away from me, I will feel sick when I see you."
"you……"
The woman's face instantly became gloomy, she was gnashing her teeth in anger but unable to speak. Her delicate body kept shaking, which showed the anger in her heart.
"Two days? Just dream."
Aoki's face had begun to twist, thinking of his original gesture of raising his middle finger and these words.
To actually have to compete with myself after only two days of practice is a huge shame and humiliation to myself.
In anger, he no longer cared about Song Yehan's face, and said to Ye Wenqian in not fluent Chinese: "Giving up means giving up. If you don't have the guts to compete, just say it, saying you are sick, it is simply hypocrisy, what else can you do in Beidu?"
A racing driver, I don’t think that’s bullshit.”
"Why do you curse people? What kind of quality is this?"
"That's right, I really want to give him a good slap."
"Forget it, isn't it normal for Japanese people to be arrogant in China? Who told Sister Qian to give up the competition?"
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Everyone was angry and frustrated, but no one dared to rush forward. After all, foreigners are still protected animals in China, so no one wanted to cause such trouble.
Ye Wenqian pursed her lips and stared at Qingmu, her pretty face changing between angry, tangled, and helpless expressions.
At this moment, Zhang Yang hopes that she can decisively say that she will participate in the competition. Only in this way is the most powerful counterattack against the opponent and a slap in the face.
Unfortunately, after a moment, she gave a sad smile and walked around the crowd towards her car. (To be continued)