Rebirth: National Crown Prince

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Wan Zexi lifted the headphones hanging around his neck with his fingertips and put them on his ears.

Xuchang saw the different expressions of those people and slightly hooked his lips, "Yiliang, get ready."

Shen Yiliang nodded and got into the sports car, "Brother Chang, is this Wan Ye arena very good? I have never heard of him playing this before."

Xu Chang glanced at the fair and handsome profile of the young man not far away, "No matter whether he can win or not, as long as he is here, you will definitely be fine."

Xuchang didn't expect Wan Zexi to win, but it would be better if he could win, which would save a lot of trouble.

For some reason, Xuchang had a mysterious trust in Wan Zexi. He felt that as long as Wan Zexi did everything, he would be at ease.

"Bang!" Gunfire sounded.

Several sports cars swooped away.

Seeing the casual look on the young man in the car window and wearing headphones, Huang Mao spat, "How fucking arrogant!"

Jing Ye curled her lips: "Wan Zexi!" He deliberately drove the car alongside Wan Zexi.

Wan Zexi glanced at Jing Ye opposite, said nothing, and just concentrated on driving. The others were already far ahead of them.

"Wan Zexi, let's make a bet!"

Wan Zexi's eyes were raised, and there was a cold look in the fox's eyes.

"No need!"

Jing Ye was a little surprised when she saw the young man looking straight at the road ahead, "Isn't necessary?"

Wan Zexi: "It's not necessary, because I will win." Her tone was very calm, as if she was just recounting a fact.

Jing Ye laughed angrily. This guy was really confident. He always looked calm and indifferent no matter where he was.

He wanted to see how this guy could beat him.

Thinking about it, Jing Ye stepped on the accelerator and the sports car sped away.

It's incredibly fast.

The track is winding and winding, and there is a layer of fence around the perimeter to protect the car just in case.

"I feel that Master Jing has a high chance of winning this game."

"I've never heard of Wan Zexi racing a car. He's been overtaken by a long way."

While passers-by were talking about it, Wan Zexi held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to the lowest level.

With a "swish", the silver car body flew away like an agile cheetah.

The faintly shining silver light kept drifting among the black vehicles. The silver light one after another made everyone cheer.

"Silver is so beautiful!" Someone couldn't help but sigh with envy.

Obviously, Jingye's red sports car attracted the most attention, but the alluring red color was faintly overshadowed by the silver light catching up from behind.

Jing Ye couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise in her eyes, and that silver light was clearly imprinted into his mind, so dazzling.

In just a few minutes, the silver sports car perfectly surpassed Jing Ye and others, including her teammates.

Jing Ye curled her lips, the interest in her eyes became deeper and deeper, and now she was a little playful.

"Brother Jing, what are you doing?" Under the surprised gaze of the younger brother, Jing Ye accelerated directly at the moment of the turn, chasing the silver sports car as if he was desperate.

"Fuck! He doesn't want his life?"

Xuchang, who was standing on the spot, frowned when he saw this. This Jingye was indeed a racing fan, and she actually made such a dangerous move in order to win.

Wan Zexi continued to press the accelerator without changing his expression, his long and smooth fingers turned the steering wheel calmly, and he sat motionless on the driver's seat.