The girl nodded, then curiously looked over the third group of cars on the track. Pointing at a very cool Maserati, she asked, "Do you think this car can take first place in the third group?"
"Obviously not, Princess. This car isn't suited for racing. It's better for touring and picking up girls. Aside from looking good, it offers no help at all in a race," the maid explained.
The girl pointed at a black Lamborghini Aventador and asked, "What about this one?"
"This one definitely won't make it either. The car itself is decent, but look at the driver. He doesn't even understand the most basic 'holding the revs' technique. He doesn't even have his hands on the gearshift, and his face is covered in tension. He's obviously new," the maid commented.
The girl pointed at several more cars, and the maid gave very fair assessments of each one.
The girl scanned the track again and noticed Jiang Siming's red Ferrari 458. Seeing that Jiang Siming was still smoking, she pointed at him and asked, "Is he a beginner too? The kind with absolutely no hope?"
The maid took a careful look and said, "Not necessarily. He doesn't look nervous at all, and the car is constantly holding its revs, ready to shoot forward at any moment. The engine is vibrating at an extremely steady frequency. Only an experienced driver can do that."
The girl still looked unconvinced. "Really? But he doesn't seem to care about this race at all. And although he's far away, I feel like he's very young. He isn't even wearing professional racing gear."
"Maybe I judged him wrong too. The race has already started. We'll know once we watch, Princess," the maid said.
At that moment, the third group's race began. More than twenty