Night Rose

When Zhou Zheng received Wang Tianle's call, he was already at the entrance of the tavern.

He came back from outside again. This time his clothes were clean, but he smelled like he had been soaked in disinfectant.

Su Jin sniffed the unusual smell in the air and was about to ask Zhou Zheng if he had been to the hospital when their eyes met.

Zhou Zheng laughed, "You're making the strong men practice driving again, Engineer Su. I'm exhausted from working all day long. At this rate, I barely get a few hours of sleep at night."

"Then why don't you put down the illegal taxi job? You'll get a bonus if you win the championship, isn't that enough to cover your expenses during this period?" Su Jin said.

Zhou Zheng didn't speak, but simply beckoned to her with his finger and pointed outside.

The two went to the garage to watch the race cars.

The car's exterior hasn't changed much; the dented parts have been repaired, but it still looks unremarkable, like a car a nanny could drive to the market.

With a new roll cage added inside, even welding everywhere, and the engine interior also overhauled, its performance is on a completely different level from ordinary cars on the road.

"Hey, our top engineer has refurbished the car again?"

Zhou Zheng patted the front of the car. This time there was no strange reverberation or rattling sound of parts, which made people feel at ease.

Su Jin leaned back against the car with satisfaction. "After my modifications, this car's performance has been pushed to its limit. But, note that this is the car's limit, not the limit of my modifications."

"What's your limit?" Zhou Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"You'll see when Boss Tu gets rich," Su Jin said, shrugging to indicate that she had a limited budget and was powerless to help.

Zhou Zheng picked up the pink helmet hanging on the wall and tossed it to Su Jin. Su Jin shook her head. "I won't run with you this time. Let Xiao Pang come with you. You two test the car's performance again. Tell me if there's anything that needs improvement."

"it is good."

This time it was Wang Tianle's turn to sit in Zhou Zheng's passenger seat. He was so excited that he jumped up and down a few times before putting on his helmet and scrambling into the car.

Su Jin sat in the passenger seat of the Volkswagen. Then, remembering something, she reminded Tu Ying, "Boss Tu, let's make a call and schedule an appointment first."

"It's alright! In a small place like Nanyuan, nobody practices driving as often as we do. Those driving teams are probably still in the next city, they haven't set off yet," Tu Ying said.

Su Jin looked out the window with a sense of unease, somewhat worried that the track would be occupied.

Topchain has its own professional track and wind tunnel, so it doesn't need to go out to practice as frequently as others. It can complete training and data monitoring within the company.

In Nanyuan, Su Jin connects to the race car's central controller via a laptop and uses hundreds of sensors to monitor data.

She was engrossed in thinking about the data modules she would focus on later.

"Boss Tu, which teams are our opponents? Do you have information about them online?" Su Jin turned on her computer, ready to find out about their strength.

Although it was a rally in a small town, their team was in terrible shape and could break down at any time.

"I haven't looked into it," Tu Ying replied innocently.

At the time, he only saw the 100,000 yuan prize money for the rally race; as for his opponents, he really didn't care.

Su Jinzhen admired his mentality. No wonder Tu Ying assembled such a dilapidated car team; he hadn't even bothered to understand the strength of his opponents.

"Ignorance is bliss."

She couldn't get any information from him, so Su Jin opened the official website to search for information about other racing teams.

The in-car network was terrible; the team icons took a long time to load, only a quarter of them were actually displayed.

Sudden.

Tu Ying braked suddenly, almost slamming her against the windshield.

"Boss Tu, I forgot to tell you, your driving skills are terrible!" Su Jin frowned, clutching her laptop tightly to prevent it from being hit.

"What does this have to do with my skills? Someone cut in line!" Tu Ying said angrily, rolling down the car window to start cursing, but was instantly blinded by the other person's brilliance.

As soon as Su Jin looked up, she saw the exaggerated rear wing of the car in front of her, the strikingly contrasting colors of the paint job, and the sponsor's stickers on the body.

She peered out and saw the other team's lightweight, gold-plated monochromatic wheels gleaming in the dust, their team logo hanging at the rear, overlapping with a team displayed on her computer.

"Boss Tu, didn't you say that people in small towns wouldn't be so unlucky as to run into other convoys?" Su Jin asked quietly.

Tu Yingqian chuckled twice, then slammed the horn on his ear. "Who can predict luck? But surely the cars in the convoy shouldn't just cut in line like that!"

"So, guess whether they've booked the track or not?" Su Jin tilted her head and smiled fakely, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

That smile held a knife within it. Tu Ying avoided her gaze, continuing to drive forward. "Well, at worst, we'll just ask them to be lenient, haha!"

Su Jin closed her laptop speechlessly. The other party didn't seem like a good guy. The team that came all the way from out of town to compete was definitely going to take the championship.

Their race car looked like it had been modified with a lot of money, and it screamed "wealth" from head to toe, completely different from their "commuter car".

She's been so engrossed in modifying her beat-up race car these days that she's completely unaware that the other teams competing in this small town are probably much stronger than her.

This time, she needs to carefully assess the other party's strength.

Volkswagen wanted to keep up with the car in front, but the other car made a powerful start and left Volkswagen far behind.

When Tu Ying arrived at the entrance of the venue, Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle were sitting on the stone steps. Zhou Zheng had a foxtail grass in his mouth, and the grass swayed with his chewing motion, like a fox's tail.

The Volkswagen race car that couldn't keep up was parked at the entrance, and the team manager was talking to the security guard.

"What happened?" Tu Ying asked anxiously.

Su Jin understood the situation, shoved the computer into Tu Ying's arms, and squatted down by the door with Zhou Zheng and the others, resting her chin on her hands.

"Look, they've booked the venue."

Tu Ying knew he was in the wrong. He looked up at the blazing sun and said, "I thought no one would be out test-driving on such a hot day!"

Wang Tianle drooled as he looked at the other car. "Brother Zhou, their car is so nice! It's a four-ring car!"

"Nothing special. I've seen and modified Ferraris and Aston Martins before. This is the first time I've handled a car like this," Su Jin replied calmly.

Wang Tianle: "Ferrari!"

Tu Ying: "Aston Martin?!"

Zhou Zheng didn't believe him and asked while chewing on a blade of grass, "Are you bragging?"

"..." Su Jin remained silent.

Even if she said something, these people probably wouldn't believe her.

"Hey, you guys are racing too?"

A strange exclamation rang out, and when everyone looked up, they saw a man with dyed yellow hair peering at their race car.

The man's eyes darted around, staring at the car's interior features as if he were investigating some junk, showing no interest whatsoever.

"What's this modification? Can it be driven?" the man asked, reaching out to lift the hood.

"Slap!" A hand swiftly slammed onto the hood.

The man let out a scream as his fingers disappeared from the afterimage.