The instant the Flying Racing Car overtook the Sky Wolf Racing Car, everyone was stunned.
Many stared in disbelief and pinched their own cheeks, as though trying to confirm whether the scene before them was real.
Overtaking the Sky Wolf Racing Car two-thirds of the way through the bend meant the driver of the Flying Racing Car had pinpointed the ideal moment to drift and the perfect position to pass.
But just how much calculating ability and control did that require?
Inside the Sky Wolf Racing Car, Zhao Zhoufan stared blankly at the Flying Racing Car that had stopped ahead, as if struck by lightning.
An ordinary Flying Racing Car had actually overtaken him on the bend at the finish line. How humiliating, how ridiculous was that?
Zhao Zhoufan wanted to roar in fury, but no sound came out. He knew he had truly lost to a young man barely into his twenties on skill alone.
Inside the Flying Racing Car, Mo Duoduo shoved the door open the instant the car stopped.
"Bleurgh!"
As soon as the door opened, Mo Duoduo pulled off her mask, leaned against the guardrail, and began vomiting uncontrollably.
Jun Wangchen looked helpless. "Mo, if you get carsick, you shouldn't ride in my car."
"I... I like it! It's... none of your business!" Pale-faced, Mo Duoduo glared at Jun Wangchen. Her stomach churned, and she threw up again.
Jun Wangchen did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was just about to say something when he saw Zhang Chunqiu holding his phone, staring at a photograph of a girl as tears dripped down his face.
"Siyue, I finally fulfilled my promise to you. You once told me you loved the unrestrained feeling of racing, being as free as the wind. Now, I've made your dream