Lu Jun thought very simply.
Since his sister-in-law wanted to play, he would let her have the experience.
If she lost, at worst they'd just switch places, or he'd find another excuse later to challenge that dude one-on-one.
More and more people crowded around to watch the race.
After Lu Jun's comeback, everyone craned their necks, vaguely expecting the next person from the opposite side to take the stage.
Then, they saw a tall figure step forward.
The woman's fair and cold little face was slightly raised, her long hair casually tied up, holding a helmet in one hand; in every movement, she exuded elegance and cool detachment.
With a long stride, she sat down firmly in the driver's seat, her movements crisp and decisive, the corners of her lips always curved in a roguish arc.
"Ah ah ah, she's too cool!"
"I can't, my face is burning up."
"Miss, go for it!"
The spectator stands suddenly erupted, especially a few young girls screaming at the top of their voices.
