At 1:55 p.m., Qin Siyuan entered the spectators’ area with his secretary. Upon getting seated, he spotted Gu Anxi almost instantly.
At 1:57 p.m., Gu Changqing silently placed a fifty million bet on Gu Anxi.
At 1:58 p.m., Gu Ning opened the app to place her final hundred million bet, but it was jammed due to high traffic. The normally poised Aunt Gu felt like swearing—
At 1:59 p.m., some media outlets had already begun to speculate that Gu Mingzhu would be the champion and were enthusiastically singing her praises.
While it was bustling with excitement outside the venue, the atmosphere inside was so quiet the sound of a drop of sweat could almost be heard.
As soon as the whistle sounded, all the competitors bolted out, the sound of their motorcycles roaring—
The spectators outside were particularly excited, screaming wildly and waving their small flags every time their favorite competitor passed.
At this point, Mrs. Bo and Wang Keru were no longer high-class ladies; they were just Gu Anxi’s fangirls.
The race was a total of ten laps. After the first lap, Gu Anxi was temporarily in fourth place.
When Number 85 passed by the Bo family’s section, Mrs. Bo and Wang Keru had already stood up—
"Number 85, Number 85!"
"Go Anxi, you can do it!"
In a moment, Number 85 WHOOSHED by.
Mrs. Bo and Wang Keru sat back down, waiting for the next pass.
During the second lap, Gu Mingzhu was still in first place, but Gu Anxi had moved up to second.
Mrs. Bo, Wang Keru, and even Mr. He cheered with giddy enthusiasm. This time they added a new chant—
"Number 85 is so cool!"
Perhaps influenced by Mrs. Bo’s energy, many spectators joined in—
"Number 85 is so cool!"
Gu Mingzhu heard it and smirked, pushing her throttle harder.
She would show them who was the coolest on this track!!!
The next bend was approaching. She prepared to take it; this was her golden opportunity to widen the gap with her opponent. Gu Mingzhu’s cornering technique had always been top-notch. She was confident that she could once again shake off Gu Anxi by a significant margin on this turn.
The commentator announced excitedly from the side, "Our Number 18 is about to take the bend! This is her ultimate secret to victory on the track. Let’s see how she’ll manage to shake off Number 85 once again." Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
The commentator grew more excited as he spoke, "Next, let’s talk about Number 85, the perennial runner-up. She’d be number one if not for our Number 18. But today, it’s another classic case of a brilliant talent being overshadowed—Number 85 seems destined to miss out on first place yet again! And look at this crowd from Beicheng—so many fans of Number 18 here! Okay, okay, Number 18 is about to make the curve. Let’s hold our breath and wait for this wonderful and thrilling moment..."
All eyes were now trained on the racetrack.
Little Fan Bo gripped Little Fan Wang’s hand tightly. "What kind of commentator is this! He’s totally jinxing it! Ke Ru, what do we do? Do you think Anxi can beat Gu Mingzhu?"
Nearby, Tang Yuan’s mouth twitched faintly.
Gu Ning hadn’t managed to place her bet. She’d be thrilled if Gu Mingzhu lost badly, yet she sighed inwardly: Alas, when it comes to track skills, Gu Mingzhu is truly a top-tier racer in the country.
Just then, VROOM! VROOM! Two powerful roars echoed from the track, and an incredible scene unfolded—
A motorcycle, like a bolt of lightning, streaked in on the inside of Number 18, its body leaning at an unbelievable angle as it forcefully edged past...
Another VROOM! VROOM! and Number 85 instantly pulled ahead, leaving Number 18 trailing by over a hundred meters—
The entire audience was stunned.
The entire audience stood up...
How did that just happen?
It was simply unbelievable!