Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

Soon, the first round of the group competition started amidst the hot reports of the city's media. Because the grand event attracted the attention of the whole country, and racing was also a popular entertainment activity for the upper class, many celebrities came to watch the game.

As soon as Mu Baoer entered the arena, she saw a legion of fans of some well-known racing teams, holding huge banners, wearing uniform clothes, enthusiastically supporting her favorite team, looking more crazy than chasing stars.

A Dong looked at those fan groups enviously: "Whenever we have our own fan group to cheer for us, it doesn't need so many, a dozen or so is fine."

Mu Baoer, who was walking in front, looked back funny: "Your ideals are really low, you should say, you don't need so many, as long as you can see all our fans in this scene, it's enough."

Adong sweated: "Sister Baoer, at a glance, they are all fans. That is the sixth group, and there is the Fenglei group, the champion of last year."

"Why are they so unconfident? Before last year, they were still unknown. For every racer, no one can always stand at the pinnacle of the championship. We can also replace them and become the focus of attention in the new class." There was a hint of arrogance in Mu Baoer's eyes.

She insists on a belief: there is no invincible enemy, only yourself who is not working hard enough.

A Dong originally wanted to say that Fenglei is very powerful, and his strength is at the international level. Even if the game performance is unstable, compared with other teams, it is still a lot lower.

But seeing Mu Baoer's glowing confident side face, she had courage without fear.

His heart suddenly surged, yes, why did he say such depressing words, every racing driver should have the dream of winning the championship, the dream is the strength to support their progress.

And the strength of this weak-looking woman who rescued him from those scumbags that day was simply unimaginable.

Maybe it can really bring them to the pinnacle of their dreams.

"Sister Bao'er, you are right, our goal is to be the champion."

An incomparably sarcastic woman's charming voice interjected: "Champion? Just relying on you, how ridiculous is it? Count down to the championship! Haha..."

As soon as the woman's voice came out, there were several female laughter echoed immediately, giggling, but full of disdain and mockery.

Mu Baoer turned her head and saw several daughters dressed in fashionable clothes, competing for splendor. The leader among them was Mu Lanlan, holding a small purple flower parasol, wearing sunglasses, and a sarcastic smile on her fair face. , with his chin raised high, like a proud peacock.

Behind her was Ye Hehe, Ye Weiwei's half-sister.Mu Baoer couldn't help but frowned, it really was a nest of snakes and rats, with the same smell.

"If I can make you high-society worms laugh to death, then I will do harm to the people, and I really did a good deed." Mu Baoer swept across the group of women with her arms crossed, she didn't get angry at all, but smiled Disdainful.

The faces of the ladies suddenly turned ugly. Doesn't this mean that they are pests?

This lower-class woman is sharp-tongued and hateful, they gouged out Mu Baoer fiercely with the same enemy.

Mu Lanlan's smiling face darkened, and she hummed softly:

"What are you talking about? If you can play tricks and won't help you get anything, it's up to you how embarrassing you will be. How dare you dream of winning the championship. The championship belongs to Brother Ji Mo's Fenglei team and me. You don't even have a chance to dream."