One touch and then leave.
The warmth of the kiss still seemed to linger.
Bai Su was taken aback, his peach blossom eyes reflecting the thin sunlight outside the window, shattering the spring light.
Rong Zhi let go of him, waved her hand, and left the room.
Long after she left, Bai Su finally snapped out of his shock, his lips curled up, and he involuntarily touched the spot she had touched, smiling gently and indulgently.
At the training ground.
Four racing cars were speeding around the track in training.
With Ethan’s connections in the racing world for many years, it wasn’t difficult to rent a training ground, but the place they rented wasn’t big.
The track was a bit short, and after two laps, it seemed a bit awkward.
Rong Zhi squinted slightly, standing in the stands, observing the few racing cars.
Ten minutes later, Ethan ran to her side with a few documents, "Miss Ying."
Rong Zhi nodded, casually flipping through the profiles of the remaining three racers in the Phoemix Team. Two of them were new, and she wasn’t very familiar with them.
Ethan had already used the walkie-talkie to call the four of them over, and from left to right, Yi Ci introduced them, "This is Chi Tian, this is Meinier, and you know Sophiron."
Ying Hengyu was a step behind, the boy was in a good mood today and wasn’t nervous about the training.
Rong Zhi matched the people in front of her with the profiles in her mind, then said to Ying Hengyu, "How are you doing?"
Some people might feel unaccustomed when they first arrive in O State and struggle with jet lag, which is normal for a while.
Ying Hengyu tidied his messy collar and smiled, "I’m fine, don’t worry about me."
Hearing this, Rong Zhi didn’t say more.
She turned to the other three, her voice aloof and cool, "The competition is at the end of next month, you only have a month to train."
They all had basic training, and a month of high-intensity training was not a problem.
"However, I will make specific plans according to individual performance."
Meinier, the most hot-tempered among the three, stepped forward to argue as soon as Rong Zhi finished speaking, "But if we follow your plan, we’ll have to start all over again."
Chi Tian frowned, "Little Ying God, I know you’re doing this for our benefit, but our current training method is already good. Temporarily changing the plan might be hard to adapt to."
Sophiron didn’t say much, just asked, "Little Ying God, are you sure?"
Every racer has their own established training method, and they’ve been racing for several years, with some habits deeply ingrained. Changing them is tough, not just hard, but also comes with a challenging transition period.
Rong Zhi, asking them to change their training plan at this crucial time, undoubtedly lowered their chances of winning.
Even though she was the once-renowned Little Ying God on the track, it was difficult for them to agree.
The reason they remained with the team was simply due to their emotional investment and energy devoted to it.
Rong Zhi understood their thoughts and accepted their resistance.
"So, you guys are doubting me."
Her tone was sure, which sounded to Sophiron and the others as if they were looking down on her.
Meinier pressed his lips together, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, "You’ve been resting for a year, and your leg is still injured..."
Ying Hengyu couldn’t hold back any longer, "No, what’s wrong with you guys? You were the ones who wanted Third Brother back, and now you’re the ones complaining about Third Brother. You’re getting a good deal and still complaining?"
He was considerate towards Rong Zhi, otherwise, he would have added a couple of curse words to that sentence.
Ethan wiped the sweat off his face, "No, no, we’ll listen to Little Ying God, and train according to her requirements..."
"I disagree," Meinier refused without even thinking, "I think my training method is very good and doesn’t need changing."
Ying Hengyu wanted to speak again, but Rong Zhi raised her hand, stopping him.
It’s no wonder ATS had fallen to its current state, with these two deadweights, it’s no wonder they weren’t defeated sooner.
Seeing this, Meinier rolled his eyes, glaring sideways at Rong Zhi, "If you really want us to listen willingly, then how about this, you should at least let us see your skills, race with us?"
Chi Tian kindly persuaded, "Little Ying God, maybe you should let it go, otherwise your leg might..."
The underlying message was questioning Rong Zhi’s capability.
Rong Zhi curled her lips, her black and white fox eyes full of mockery, without saying a word, she reached over to snag the keys from Ying Hengyu’s pocket.
Ethan was sweating nervously, "Why are we having a fight within the team, Miss Ying..."
They were all young and hot-blooded, and that look from Rong Zhi spurred their fighting spirit.
The two of them boarded the racing cars confidently and pridefully.
Rong Zhi was the last to get in, Ethan wasn’t entirely assured and asked, "Is her leg really okay?"
Ying Hengyu leaned back, hands folded, "Relax, Manager, Third Brother is as good as two." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0velFire.ɴet
On the track, the three racing cars were ready, with Ethan acting as the referee, standing between two cars.
With the sound of ’GO!’, the racing cars shot out like arrows, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Although Meinier had a quirky attitude, his driving skills were top-notch and he was known in the club. However, after joining ATS, he thought he could rest on his laurels, only to find himself out of the team.
But soon, his explosive driving skills were rendered trash compared to Rong Zhi.
From the rearview mirror, Meinier saw the approaching race car, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Chi Tian also saw it, and with a stern face, he spoke into the walkie-talkie, "Meinier, speed up on the next corner, even if you lose, don’t lose too badly."
Meinier was annoyed, "Got it!"
A minute later, the racing car, red as a blaze, passed Chi Tian’s car with unprecedented speed, then executed a 180-degree drift at the bend, firmly suppressing the other two cars behind.
In the stands, Ethan was dumbfounded, "...Oh my god."
Then he watched as the red supercar led all of them by a lap, blocking them at turns so perfectly it seemed like playing with children.
There was not a single opportunity for overtaking.
After half a lap, Meinier stopped his car, and Ethan saw the usually hot-tempered boy open the door and run out of the car, sprinting to the grass area outside the track and squatting down.
Ying Hengyu glanced at him, "Is he actually crying?"
When the red supercar reached the finish line, Chi Tian still had an entire lap to go.
Competing against her was like child’s play. If she wasn’t trying to playfully tease them, the red supercar would have finished three laps long ago, without needing to wait for them!
Rong Zhi expressionlessly got out of the car.
Ying Hengyu, hands in his pockets, walked over to her side, raising an eyebrow with a lift in his voice, "Beautiful!"
Chi Tian reached the finish line and after a moment, opened the car door with a confused and helpless expression.
Having never shared the same track with Rong Zhi before, now personally experiencing it, he felt the overwhelming pressure, the crushing prowess, leaving him mentally exhausted, and a huge fear rising from the heart.
Fear induced solely by Rong Zhi.
Chi Tian’s feelings were complicated.
Having finished crying and calmed down, Meinier rubbed his red eyes, finally lowered his head and apologized, "Little Ying God, we’re sorry, we were too arrogant."