Zhang Chi, who had been suspended from the competition, had just squatted at the entrance of the corridor to smoke when he saw a tall and thin boy moving downstairs.
There was a little girl following behind her, her ponytail swaying, and she was shouting:
"Brother Bei, slow down! The box is about to fall!"
"New neighbor downstairs?"
Zhang Chi was holding a cigarette and talking on the phone with Sun Yuqiang
"The two orphans look quite pitiful."
After hanging up the phone, he took two more puffs
He muttered again: "Who is not pitiful these days?"
At this time, no one thought that this pair would become the youngest and unrivaled car gods in the future.
I never expected that this man would be able to raise his and Lin Zhendong's records to an incredible level in Bayinbuluke five years later.
(Game)
The rain curtain swallowed up the entire mountain road, and the windshield was covered with rushing rainwater.
Lin Xiaobei stepped on the accelerator and looked at Su Wanwan aside.
Su Wanwan clutched the soaked road book, her lips were blue and her eyes were so bright.
"Wanwan, are you afraid?"
"Afraid." She said, "But I hate losing like this even more." Then she cut off the communication...
After hearing this sentence
Lin Xiaobei stepped on the accelerator and pushed the car's speed to a number that no one dared to touch in the heavy rain.
Zhang Chi squatted next to the finish line, lit the cigarette, pinched it again, and lit it again.
He looked up at the sky and cursed: "Damn it, I taught you two lunatics."
——But the corners of his mouth were raised.
Lin Xiaobei
[109 kilometers, 1462 turns, rainstorm cliffs, and death right-angle turns. As he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, everyone in the camp said - the youngest "god" in the racing world has arrived]
