Outside the lounge.
Logan, his friend, and Mrs. Hoffman waited anxiously.
Nora was changing inside the lounge.
Logan's friend asked, "Are you really letting her go into the field?"
Mrs. Hoffman also frowned. "Yeah. Can Ms. Smith do it?"
"Does she know how to race? Has she ever raced before? Won't she lose and come last if she goes into the field like that?" asked Logan's friend.
An irritated Logan clenched his jaw and retorted, "Then how about you do it?"
His friend shut up at once.
Logan stared at the lounge.
He knew that he was going to lose for sure this time, but his ankle was hurting even more badly today, making him unable to persevere at all. Just like what Linson had said, he probably wouldn't be able to even step on the brakes!
He had no other choice under such circumstances.
He could only make a Hail Mary effort now!
Creak!
