Also known as Engine's Heartbeat: She Roars Toward the Championship
I got elbowed by a heavy-duty truck.
When I woke up, I was lying in an unfamiliar warehouse, and my body had become a woman's. No, it was worse than that. I'd become a “Car Girl,” one of the living vehicles in this world.
Everyone who turns eighteen is paired with a Car Girl, and they can never be separated for the rest of their lives. Car Girls are ranked from D to God-tier, and I was the worst kind: an unranked, unnumbered, unbranded “three-no” model with D's across the board.
Worse still, my driver was a good-for-nothing.
Su Jianqiu, nineteen, was once a “genius girl,” but family troubles had left her wasting away for three years. She was the last person to arrive at the warehouse. Every Car Girl rejected her. I was the only one who saw that spark of unwillingness in her eyes, like the look I'd had the first time I climbed into a cockpit in my previous life.
“Don't hold me back,” I said.
She cried. Then she drove me into a ditch.
This world has one ironclad rule: cheaters are banned for life. No fixing races, no shortcuts, only strength. Everyone pursues their dreams with their own two hands. And I, a transmigrator carrying Earth's long-lost racing techniques, became her only trump card.
Heel-and-toe, trail braking, weight transfer... When these techniques delivered a crushing advantage in a world with no concept of drifting, people began to ask: What kind of monster is that silver-gray Car Girl?
“She's my wife,” Su Jianqiu said every time.
I fell silent for 0.1 seconds. “...Don't call me your wife.”
Then together, we outran the whole world.
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