newbobooks Chapter 156 Competition
Chapter 156 Competition
Zhao Gang glanced at Song Qianyi, his eyes filled with astonishment.
He never expected this woman to have such strength.
Song Qianyi glanced at Zhao Gang, her eyes filled with a hint of disdain, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
She then slammed on the gas pedal again, and the car surged forward, instantly leaving Zhao Gang behind.
Zhao Gang watched helplessly as Song Qianyi left him behind, with that disdainful smile on her face.
His initial shock instantly turned into anger at being provoked; his face flushed red, and he clenched his teeth.
We absolutely cannot let this woman win so easily and trample on our dignity.
"Hmph! Don't get too cocky. You're just relying on your car's performance. Watch how I overtake you!"
Zhao Gang roared in the driver's seat and slammed the accelerator to the floor.
The race car roared and sped off towards Song Qianyi's car.
At this moment, Zhang Tai, who was standing on the sidelines, saw this scene and his face instantly turned extremely gloomy.
He had previously told Zhao Gang not to give the Yuchen team the opportunity to find outside help, but Zhao Gang was arrogant and wouldn't listen to his advice.
Zhang Tai came here to take revenge on the Yu Chen racing team, but now a woman has appeared out of nowhere in the Yu Chen team.
The current situation was completely unexpected and completely disrupted his plan to see Yu Chen's team make a fool of themselves.
"Damn it! How can this woman be so troublesome? Zhao Gang is a useless piece of trash; he can't even handle a woman!"
Zhang Tai couldn't help but curse under his breath, glaring fiercely at the two speeding race cars on the track.
It was as if he wanted to use his eyes to pull Song Qianyi's car back so that Zhao Gang could overtake her smoothly.
The members of the Yu Chen team cheered excitedly.
Yue Jiang waved his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"President Song, well done! We've left him far behind, letting him know how powerful we are!"
It was as if her hesitation just now wasn't because she was worried about him.
Han Yu also cheered loudly, she didn't expect Song Qianyi's skills to be so good.
The other team members also gathered together, their eyes fixed on Song Qianyi's race car on the track.
On the field, Zhao Gang was hot on his heels.
Song Qianyi remained completely calm, steadily maintaining her lead while calmly navigating the steering wheel.
As Zhao Gang looked at the seemingly insurmountable distance between the two vehicles, his anxiety grew, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
He started to panic because of his impatience, but the more he panicked, the harder it became for him to get closer to Song Qianyi.
The members of the Yu Chen convoy couldn't stop laughing when they saw Zhao Gang's disheveled chasing.
Han Yu nodded with a smile, his eyes full of admiration for Song Qianyi.
Yue Jiang laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Zhao Gang's flustered state on the track.
"Look at him, this is the guy who was so arrogant and sarcastic just now. Why is he so weak now? He said he would show President Song what a huge difference in strength is. I think he only realizes the gap between him and President Song now!"
The other team members also burst into laughter, chattering amongst themselves.
"President Song is truly a hidden talent! His skills are absolutely professional-level!"
"Exactly! Look at Zhao Gang, he thought he was so great, but he's been slapped in the face like a slap in the face!"
Inside the arena, Zhao Gang was extremely anxious. He kept encouraging himself and trying to calm himself down.
But the ever-widening gap mercilessly extinguished his hopes.
His driving became increasingly out of control, and during another turn, he almost scraped the guardrail at the edge of the track, giving him a fright and drawing gasps from the spectators.
Song Qianyi remained calm and composed, her every movement fluid, natural, and precise.
She would glance at Zhao Gang, who was hot on her heels, in the rearview mirror every now and then, and the faint smile on her lips never faded.
It's like they're just playing with him.
Zhang Tai paced back and forth on the sidelines, his face growing increasingly grim, his eyes blazing with fury.
He never expected that the embarrassing performance of Yu Chen's racing team would turn into this situation.
At this point, the competition had gradually entered the second half, and Song Qianyi still maintained a steady lead.
She adjusted her posture slightly, took a deep breath, and prepared for the final sprint.
Zhao Gang's face was flushed, and sweat kept rolling down his forehead, blurring his vision.
He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow with his arm, but this brief distraction caused him to slow down his car, and he watched helplessly as Song Qianyi's car pulled away a little further.
He roared in despair and slammed on the gas pedal again.