shock!The heartthrob school girl is a master of men's clothing

Zhong Li is not a person who reveals his heart, Lu Zichen knows that he still lacks understanding of her.

But he absolutely didn't believe that Zhong Li would know that kind of thing.

"Do you have a driver's license?"

Zhong Li took it for granted, "A place like an underground racetrack doesn't need a driver's license."

Lu Zichen: "..."

Is that what he meant?

"You don't even have a driver's license, how can you race a car?"

Zhong Li patted him on the shoulder calmly, "Relax, I can handle it."

Lu Zichen: Just because it's you, I don't feel relieved.

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The underground racetrack is not an official channel, so there is no official arena. The competitions are all held in a suburb of Haicheng.

A few years ago, many racing enthusiasts met here to drag racing, and gradually evolved into the current underground racing track.

The terrain of Haicheng is flat and there are no dangerous terrains. Apart from the curves, there is nothing to pay attention to.

Time was tight, and Zhong Li didn't want his family to know, so he asked Feng Qi to help him build a sports car.

220 yards per hour through the crowded city to the suburbs.

Lu Zichen was worried and followed.

Hold on to your seat belt firmly when starting the car.

Fortunately, Haicheng is located on a plain, so even suburban vehicles can drive smoothly.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, Lu Zichen turned to look at Zhong Li to remind her.

But she saw that she turned the steering wheel with ease, and the car quickly turned a corner and stopped.

It looked stable, as if the thrilling before did not exist.

Looking at Zhong Li again, she was extremely relaxed, without any panic.

At first she drove, but Lu Zichen disagreed.

There is no driver's license, and the car is not cheap.

Now, he already believed that Zhong Li could race a car.

Lu Zichen unbuckled his seat belt tremblingly, and almost knelt down the moment he got out of the car.

Because it is not a formal channel, there is no staff on site, only a few racing enthusiasts are chatting and competing with each other.

Zhong Li approached the crowd, "Which one is Yu Hao?"

His unruly tone attracted the attention of many people.

"I am." A burly man with tattooed arms came out arrogantly.

Seeing Zhong Li, he raised his head proudly and looked at her with contempt.

"Boy, is it you looking for me?"

"You and Xiao Yao have a match today?" Zhong Li said politely.

Yu Hao laughed sarcastically, "Are you his friend? That kid can't get out of bed, so he has to let others say even if he gave up the game?"

After the words fell, the younger brothers behind him laughed along with him.

Zhong Li felt a headache, and she didn't continue until their laughter weakened, "I'm here to compete for him."

"Race for him?" Yu Hao looked suspiciously at her, and then looked down at her, "Just you? I'm afraid you can't even drive a car, and you want to drive a racing car."

No wonder he didn't believe it.

Anemia of Zhongchenopodium plus depression, long-term recuperation at home will inevitably reveal the characteristics of weakness.

Another burst of laughter.

Yu Hao didn't take Zhong Li seriously at all, and watched her pretending to be threatening: "Little brother, brother advises you to go home and find your mother, otherwise brother will not be responsible if something like this happens."

Zhong Li rolled his eyes impatiently, with a look of disgust on his face.

This little brother screams so disgustingly.

This sounds ugly, but it is also true.

The boy in front of her is of low physical fitness, and her body can't bear such an extreme sport like racing.