Seeing her expression, Zhang Yang naturally understood the meaning of her words. He took his bank card and said: "This is my money and has nothing to do with her. The five hundred thousand yuan will be regarded as the fee for me to rent your car for the competition.
Bet on me or not, it’s up to you.”
After saying that, he grabbed Ye Wenqian's little hand, put the bank card into her hand, and turned around angrily to leave.
He wasn't really angry. It wasn't his style to be angry with beautiful women, but that didn't mean he didn't have a temper.
He couldn't accept being misunderstood by a beautiful woman, especially when the beautiful woman he liked misunderstood him as a pretty girl, which made him even more intolerable, so he ignored her to prove that he had character.
Of course, if she apologizes to herself, she will forgive her without hesitation...
Zhang Yang walked to a row of sports cars next to him, crossed his hands on his chest, and stared into the distance with a serious look on his face, to show that he was really angry.
"Hey, I bet on you to win, and I'll give you back your bank card."
After a while, Ye Wenqian came over and shouted softly with an apology on her pretty face.
From Zhang Yang's expression, she also felt that she had really misunderstood him. This was an injury to his self-esteem, and her heart was filled with regret. Coming to say hello was a way of flattering her and expressing her apology.
Is this an apology? Not even saying sorry? Thinking of this, Zhang Yang decided to continue pretending, reached out to take the bank card, and responded with a simple "hmm".
"Let's go and check the car and make preparations before the competition." Ye Wenqian said softly.
Zhang Yang glanced sideways at her, remained silent, then turned his head and continued to stare into the distance in the night with a serious face.
My heart was filled with joy at this moment. It seemed that this girl had already regretted it. I wanted her to know that the consequences of misunderstanding her would be very serious...
"Forget it if you don't want to go. I'll check it for you."
Ye Wenqian pursed her lips and continued: "I staked the money for you. If you win, it's yours. If you lose, it has nothing to do with me. I'll give you the car for free. Just take care of it and pay attention to safety."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yang turned around and left without waiting for an answer.
Zhang Yang glanced sideways, Damn, I'm really gone, is it so difficult to say sorry?
Her words clearly drew a clear line between herself and herself, and even the little feelings accumulated during the driving practice that day were gone...
"I can't use your car in vain. No matter whether I win or lose, I will treat you to dinner." Zhang Yang couldn't care less about his appearance and hurriedly caught up with him.
"Why didn't you speak just now?" Ye Wenqian said, resisting the urge to laugh.
"When I think about winning glory for the country, I feel extremely excited, but I am also full of pressure. If I lose and discredit China, even you, the teacher, will be embarrassed."
puff!
Ye Wenqian couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking to herself, are you such a person with noble thoughts and morals?
If you really intend to win glory for the country, how come you just practiced driving all afternoon and then disappeared? What have you been doing these past two days? You should just be with this beautiful boss, right?
"Don't make it so serious. This is just a racing game and has nothing to do with China's honor." Ye Wenqian continued with a smile like a flower: "Don't call me teacher. If there were students like you, I would be furious."
"Then don't be my teacher, just be my very good friend."
Zhang Yang originally wanted to say that she could just be my girlfriend, but he changed his mind in a hurry. He felt that he shouldn't be too impatient about this matter. What if she falls out?
Although Zhang Yang knew that she had a boyfriend, Song Yehan, she always felt in her heart that the two of them were just better than ordinary friends.
Ye Wenqian didn't really like him, because Song Yehan's understanding and concern for her made her rely more on him like a big brother, so she still had a chance.
"Okay, don't be poor and check the car quickly. The race will start soon."
Ye Wenqian smiled, opened the hood of the Ferrari, checked the engine oil and brake fluid levels, and then walked around the car to check the conditions of the tires and other conditions.
I already checked it out at the tuning shop before coming here, just do it more carefully.
After all, when racing at high speeds, any negligence may cause a car crash and death.
"Sister Qian, we are here to cheer your students on."
"Although you are not participating in the competition, we believe that your students will definitely win."
"Yes, the drift last time was really exciting."
…
Several amateur racers gathered around. They were the same people who had gone with Aoki when he asked Ye Wenqian why she had withdrawn from the race, and they all talked about it.
"None of you signed up for the competition?"
Ye Wenqian avoided the topic of Zhang Yang being her student, knowing that although they said that Zhang Yang could win, some of them really believed that he could win, and they were just offering polite encouragement.
"The entry fee of half a million is too much."
"That's right, we still know our own level and there is no way we can beat Aoki."
"Participating in the competition is just throwing away all this money. It's not worth it."
…
These people are also self-aware. To put it bluntly, they are all amateur drivers. They often participate in competitions and have a minimum estimate of their own strength and that of their opponents.
Therefore, only when you are at par with other racers, you will participate in the competition and give it a try.
"You don't even participate in the competition. It seems that there are very few participants this time."
Ye Wenqian knows them very well. There are many second-generation people among them. After all, there are only a few people like herself who choose racing because of their hobby.
Even they are not willing to part with the money. It seems that very few people are willing to participate in the competition.
"Not always."
"That's right, we just asked and there were six or seven people who signed up to compete."
"This kind of amateur racing doesn't care that there are many people with 500,000 yuan, just spend money to buy excitement."
…
After hearing what they said, Ye Wenqian's pretty face was full of surprise. You must know that the usual entry fee is only 35,000 yuan, and only about ten people participate in the competition.
And this time the entry fee has been increased tenfold, but there are still so many people participating. Are there really so many people who don't care about money?
If it is a professional racing car, there will be rewards for the top few. But in this amateur competition, for the sake of excitement, only the first place is the winner, and the others will pay entry fees.
Thinking of these, I suddenly felt inexplicable worry...
"Sister Qian, look, your Prince Charming is here."
"It's really Mr. Song. You don't participate in the competition this time, but he comes to accompany you. It's so considerate."
"It's just that there are fewer and fewer people as rich as Mr. Song who care about their girlfriends."
…
Everyone was talking flatteringly, and two of the female racing drivers even sounded extremely envious.
Zhang Yang looked up and saw a Bentley parked not far away. Song Yehan was walking over with a smile on his face.
"Why are you here?" Ye Wenqian's pretty face flashed with a hint of embarrassment, and she said with a smile.
"Even if you don't participate in such an important game, you will definitely not miss the opportunity to watch it."
Song Yehan's words showed his understanding of her, and he continued with a caring tone: "I know you are here, so I will come over to see you if I have nothing to do in the evening and join in the fun."
"Are you here to join in the fun? Or are you here because of Wen Qian?"
What Song Yehan said just now was very pretentious. He said that he knew Ye Wenqian was here, but he didn't say that he was here for her. Instead, he said that he had nothing to do to join in the fun.
He vaguely let others know that he was here for Ye Wenqian, but his words behind him were just to join in the fun. It can be seen that this person is a villain who often pretends to be gay and builds memorial arches, Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
"Haha, both." Song Yehan replied with a smile.
"I think you're here for the Japanese driver Aoki, right?" Zhang Yang asked bluntly.
"Qingmu is also the son of my business partner. Since he has come to China to compete, I should be concerned about him." Song Yehan answered still generously and appropriately.
"Then do you want me to win or do you want him to win?" Zhang Yang had a smirk on his face.
"It doesn't matter who wins. This is just an ordinary car race. Everyone should be happy whoever wins or loses."
"Since Mr. Song is so generous, why did he tell Qingmu that Wen Qian was sick and could not participate in the competition?"
"Zhang Yang, why are you asking so many questions?" Ye Wenqian hurriedly took over the words and said to Zhang Yang.
She knew in her heart that Zhang Yang was grudged because Song Yehan secretly told Aoki that he was sick, which caused him to question and provoke him, and she was very moved.
But given the situation in front of her, she didn't want him to continue asking questions, otherwise Song Yehan would definitely be embarrassed because she couldn't answer. This was something Ye Wenqian didn't want to see.
"Don't be angry Wen Qian, I was just joking with Mr. Song."
Zhang Yang spoke elegantly and looked extremely friendly. Of course, he also deliberately provoked Song Yehan.
"Since Wen Qian gave up the competition, I said she was sick and quit the competition for the sake of her face, so as not to be misunderstood by Aoki that she gave up the competition because she was afraid of losing."
Song Yehan's explanation was very reasonable, and he also expressed that he was thinking about Ye Wenqian, putting himself in the perspective of being considerate to his girlfriend.
"Oh, I understand." Zhang Yang smiled evilly and replied with the same ambiguity.
After Ye Wenqian heard Song Yehan's words, she was no longer as moved and sweet as before. How could a person respond so fluently when the other party asked her questions?
It was obvious that he had considered these words for a long time, and now that he spoke them out of consideration for himself, it made him feel a little bit more hypocritical, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"What's wrong, Zhang Yang? What happened?" Feng Yanran and Shen Xue asked with concern as they squeezed through the crowd and walked in.
Originally, she and Shen Xue planned to stand in the distance and cheer for Zhang Yang, and then go back to the hotel after the game. Winning or losing was indifferent.
After seeing some people gathered here, I came over to see what was going on.
"It's okay. Mr. Song is here. Say a few words to him." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
Song Yehan was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by Feng Yanran's grandeur and confident and refined temperament. Then a smile appeared on his face and he said: "I am Song Yehan, Ye Wenqian's boyfriend. Who are you..."
His words surprised Zhang Yang. He regarded Feng Yanran as his main competitor. Didn't he even know Feng Yanran? (To be continued)