Racing, Ye Qiu wasn't interested. So what if he won against the opponent? That's why he didn't take it to heart, nor did the title "Racing King" mean anything to him.
Ye Qiu completely disregarded Huo Qian's challenge, but Shen Mengchen couldn't let it go.
She held her phone, staring at the number, and pressed the callback button.
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That week, Ye Qiu's days on the campus were unusually leisurely; he was oblivious to the news circulating in the outside world, especially the talk in the racing circles about Racing King Huo Qian against the mysterious drifting master, which stirred quite a storm.
Many people came out of admiration, making the road, often used for racing, crowded with people.
Numerous sports cars parked by the mountain road, and some people were racing. Although this racing drew many girls' screams, compared to a top racer like Huo Qian, the current racers were not much to look at.
"Xiaohu, did that mysterious expert agree or not?"
