If she wanted to get past, then her car really needed to grow wings.
She sighed and then pressed on the brakes.
When everyone saw the number on the speedometer decrease, the audience once again cheered.
"****! I originally thought the God of Racing would leave again without saying goodbye. But who's so great that they remembered to block the entrances!"
"Can the camera zoom in more? I want to see what the God of Racing looks like! I can kind of see his hair. Wait, why does he look a little like a woman?"
"Knowing that the God of Racing is revealing his true face, my heart is racing and my hand is shaking! Is there anyone else who's like me?!"
"..."
The announcer also stared at the cars shown on the screen, "The God of Racing had stopped the car. But he hasn't gotten out nor taken off his helmet. I see that the media is rushing over. I wonder if the God of Racing is willing to reveal his real face today?"
"Ah right, I almost forgot about the other racers. Prince of Racing, Fei Lai, from country M, is about to reach the finish line. Behind him are Lin Qing, Mi Ang, huh? Nie Chi... Eh... Qi Yuyang, Lou Yufei."
When he said Lou Yufei, everyone could hear the disappointment in the announcer's voice.
Only then did everyone remember that person.
They also all remembered how crazy her fans went at the beginning of the race.
At once, everyone who wasn't Lou Yufei's fan began to laugh.
"Oh my god, she made everything such a big deal in the beginning. I thought she would achieve greatness but she ended up coming in seventh. Ahahaha!"
"Exactly. They even said she was the hope of the country. In the end, she was miles behind the God of Racing and even Qi Yuyang surpassed her!"
"That's why they say the higher you climb the harder you fall!"
"..."
Lou Yufei's fans exchanged glances awkwardly.
Someone said while grinning, "I am a fan of master Feng, not a fan of racing. I came here just to see whether or not the woman who calls herself a national heroine can win. Now that I witnessed the competition, I feel very much comforted!"
"****! I can't believe I found my crew! I'm also master Feng's fan! My intention of being here is the same as yours! Come here! High five! Let's celebrate that b!tch ending up in seventh!"
"Me too, me too! I was repressed for so long! Now I can finally say what I want!"
"..."
After hearing what Qiao Qing's fans had to say, most of Lou Yufei's fans remained silent. They didn't feel proud over what happened.
Some of her die-hard fans began a fight.
"Our Feifei may not be as good as those who were faster than her, but out of all the girls, she's the best one! What's there to be arrogant about over an author?"
"Exactly! Even if Feifei didn't win number one, she's still the coolest woman I've met! She's not someone a writer can compete against!"
"Those who are better than Feifei are professional racers, they are not those people's idols. I wonder where they get the confidence to laugh at Feifei."
"..."
Another fight began between Lou Yufei and Qiao Qing's fans.
At the same time, on the tracks, all the other racers arrived at the finish line.
When the racers got out of their car, they didn't ask about their own ranking. Instead, they walked up to Qiao Qing and asked about her car.
At once, a group of racers surrounded Qiao Qing's car.
People from her country, in particular, were sneaking peeks inside like they were fanboys.
They checked out the car and tapped on her window, "God of Racing, come out and let us look at you!"
"God of Racing, I have admired you for a long time!"
"God of Racing..."
Qi Yuyang was one of them. He didn't tap on the window but instead, went to the front of the car.
When he saw the driver in a helmet with only her eyes revealed, Qi Yuyang was confused. They looked like Qiao Qing's eyes.