Night Rose

Zhou Zheng's voice unconsciously lowered as he sat cross-legged and massaged his grandfather's legs and feet. "A friend has come."

"I remember that both Little Fatty and the boss had their own slippers," Grandpa recalled.

"It's not them, it's new friends," Zhou Zheng said.

Grandpa saw right through his little scheme. If it were someone unimportant, Zhou Zheng would definitely say who it was without hesitation and share a bunch of embarrassing stories about himself.

But now he's so sparing with words, it seems like he's trying to cover something up.

"A girl?" Grandpa asked.

Zhou Zheng nodded, his hand unconsciously pressing a little harder. "Ah, a girl."

"Hey, be gentle." Grandpa smiled at him, just watching him smile, without asking any more questions.

Zhou Zheng felt like laughing at his grandfather's gaze, so he laughed along with him. "Why don't you say something? Just laughing is creepy."

"You decide for yourself," Grandpa patted the back of his hand.

"By the way, Grandpa, I've been busy with work lately, sometimes working overtime and coming home very late. I'll call the caregiver over again so she can take care of your daily life and meals for now. Once I'm less busy, I'll spend more time with you," Zhou Zheng said.

He was still quite uncomfortable lying to his grandfather, and after he finished speaking, he touched his ear guiltily.

Grandpa naturally had no objections, but he earnestly reminded him with concern, "Take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard."

"I know, the benefits are great," Zhou Zheng replied with a smile.

With a caregiver at home, Zhou Zheng was able to fully focus on training. His grandfather was discharged from the hospital, and a weight was lifted from his heart. All that remained was the goal of winning the competition to repay Tu Ying's debt.

While whipping them, Su Jin ruthlessly reminded Zhou Zheng.

"Zhou Zheng, you're too slow going around the corner! What are you hesitating for? You promised to pay me double the prize money if we lost the race, that's 200,000 yuan."

"Hesitating for even a second costs ten thousand yuan! Think about how much money you just wasted!"

"Right 4, turn!" Wang Tianle shouted.

Zhou Zheng's eyes were sharp as he kept a close eye on the road ahead. He turned the steering wheel and smoothly navigated the bend.

"Good, this time there was no hesitation." Su Jin looked at the data on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

Zhou Zheng's various data points are getting better and better, and his integration with the car's performance is nearing perfection.

Compared to his previous match against He Zhangxing, he is now several levels stronger.

"Boss, you think I'm joking? Two hundred thousand? I don't know if I could even afford it if I sold myself." Zhou Zheng replied over the radio.

Su Jin immediately raised her eyebrows, "Sending you to be a male model should make you a lot of money! If you don't want to be a male model, then hurry up and become number one!"

"Pfft, hahahahaha!" Tu Ying leaned against the side, laughing so hard he almost fell over. His voice could be heard through the microphone from a distance. "Go for it, Zhou Zheng, don't actually become a male model!"

Amidst the merciless laughter, Zhou Zheng finished a lap, panting as he walked off the track, took off his helmet, his cheeks burning.

"Hydrate." Su Jin handed him a bottle of water.

Wang Tianle took the water, thanked her with a grin, and asked, "Sister Su, how's it going?"

"It's much better than when I first took over. We still have a chance to win the championship!" Su Jin gave him a high five.

Wang Tianle wiped the sweat from his face, his heart pounding with excitement. "I knew Brother Zhou would definitely succeed."

Tu received several phone calls. The car wrap he ordered had arrived, and the GG sticker from the used car factory had also been delivered to the tavern. He felt that everything was getting back on track. What a wonderful day!

After the group finished reviewing today's training, Tu Ying, pretending to understand, eavesdropped from the side, nodding occasionally.

After the analysis, Su Jin waved her hand, telling the two to go to the changing room to change clothes and take a shower.

With great excitement, Tu Ying asked her, "Su Jin, what do you think our chances of winning the championship are?"

Su Jin estimated in her mind that she was about 90% confident, but she didn't want to give Tu Ying too high expectations, so she said, "It's 50/50."

Tu Ying's face instantly darkened. "A 50/50 chance?! That's an incredibly low odds of winning!"

"Face reality, Boss Tu. Our race car costs 40,000 yuan a month to rent, while theirs costs millions. Our race car driver is a newbie, while theirs is a professional. Giving them a 50/50 split is already giving you a lot of face," Su Jin emphasized deliberately.

Tu Ying was not comforted by her words, but instead worried about the money she had invested. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her eyes filled with a desire for money.

"It all costs money! Parts, roll cage, navigator training, and car rental fees!"

Tu Ying was heartbroken. More importantly, he had lent money to Zhou Zheng! If they lost, wouldn't it have been a waste of Zhou Zheng's time to be tricked into participating in the competition?

"Don't worry so much, let's see how they perform."

Su Jin lowered her head to record the data, made a shushing gesture, and signaled for Tu Ying to go to the side and wail.

When Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle returned, they saw Tu Ying squatting in the corner frantically pressing the calculator, while Su Jin sat in front of the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard, her movements elegant and intellectual.

Wang Tianle blinked and looked at Su Jin for a while. When he turned his head to look at Zhou Zheng, he found that he was also staring blankly ahead.

"Brother Zhou, don't you also think Sister Su is very pretty?" Wang Tianle waved his hand in front of him.

Zhou Zheng clicked his tongue and slapped his hand away. "I'm not blind."

Zhou Zheng sat down next to Su Jin, watching her record a string of data he couldn't understand, and asked her, "What's wrong with Boss Tu now?"

"He's afraid you won't win, so he's praying for you," Su Jin replied without looking up.

"I thought Boss Tu was cursing the other teams, his expression was terrifying," Wang Tianle said in surprise.

Tu Ying, who had been crouching in the corner, suddenly floated up behind them, placed his hands on their shoulders, and said seriously, "Little Fatty, you're right, cursing the opponent is also necessary. It's okay to make a mistake, but it's crucial not to cause any harm!"

Zhou Zheng shrugged and shook off Tu Ying's hand. "Then remember to memorize the names of their team and the contestants, so you don't get them mixed up."

"I can't be wrong! Especially that guy surnamed He! What was He again, He Zhizhang?" Tu Ying tilted her head.

Su Jin's lips twitched. "It's He Zhangxing! They're going to survey the road tomorrow. Boss Tu, don't cause any trouble. Don't affect their mood."

Tu Ying was panicking. Her legs were trembling when she heard that the road survey was tomorrow. "The competition is in just a few days. I'm so nervous."

Wang Tianle has always been a calm and collected person; he wasn't nervous at all. Plus, he and Zhou Zheng were working well together, so there shouldn't be any problems with tomorrow's route survey.

Zhou Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "Wait until the competition starts before you get nervous, Boss Tu."

Su Jin packed up her laptop, smiled at Zhou Zheng, and said, "Alright, pack your things and go home. I still have something to give you!"