“Your method of trying to get Huo's attention is really clumsy. You should just go home and look in the mirror,” said the sexy female student disdainfully as she looked Qiao Ying up and down, twisting her slender waist.
“Hurry up and get your crappy car out of here. Even if you sold it, it wouldn’t be enough to compensate for scratching our car,” said another young master, waving his hand at Qiao Ying as if shooing away a fly.
Feng Wenzhong came over directly to chase her away.
But Huo Chengdong stared at Qiao Ying for a few seconds, then raised his hand to stop Feng Wenzhong. Next, he pushed away the girl in his arms.
Seeing Huo Chengdong get into his sports car, his friends asked in confusion, “No way, Boss Huo, are you really going to play with her?”
Huo Chengdong beckoned the sexy female student into the passenger seat. Hugging the girl, he said to Qiao Ying, “I’ll give you twenty seconds. Go on.”
“No need. I’m always fair. I said I’d give you a million dollars if I lost. Don’t drag your feet. Are you racing me or not?” Qiao Ying was running out of patience.
“I like your temper, but let’s be clear: don’t cry if you lose. Girls like you aren’t worth my cherishing,” said Huo Chengdong.
Qiao Ying’s lips moved silently as she cursed, “F*cker talks so much crap!”
Feng Wenzhong acted as referee.
At his signal, the blue Honda rushed out first.
Seeing the taxi dart off like an arrow from a bowstring, Huo Chengdong was stunned for a moment. Although he had agreed to race Qiao Ying, he had only intended to humor her. He didn’t plan to take it seriously at all, thinking like the girl said that Qiao Ying just wanted to get his attention.
If it wasn’t for Qiao Ying’s personality intriguing him a little, he wouldn’t have paid her any mind.
But he didn’t expect Qiao Ying to actually know how to drive well.
Huo Chengdong's mouth curved into a smirk. Now he was interested.
He let go of the girl and slammed the gas pedal to chase after her.
“This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve seen all year.”
“Competing with a sports car in a crappy Honda, this is the funniest joke I've seen this year, pure masochism.”
“Is her brain shorted out? Driving like that, I bet the Honda won’t even make it to the top of the mountain before it breaks down.”
The onlookers all felt that Qiao Ying must have gone crazy with greed, or, like the girl said, she was trying to get Boss Huo's attention. But the feasibility of that was no higher than a Honda beating a sports car.
Anyway, whatever her goal was, it was just a pipe dream.
"I don't want to hear you talk like that. What's wrong with the Honda? At least this girl has admirable courage. Just for her guts, I’m betting she can win,” said the driver, who didn’t like their referring to it as a crappy Honda.
Although he also loved those sports cars and agreed with them that Qiao Ying was smashing eggs against rocks, he thought she was overconfident.
On the mountainside, the blue Honda and the sports car were engaged in a life-or-death chase, speeding so fast that only blurs could be glimpsed.
Huo Chengdong easily overtook the small car whose tires seemed to lift off the ground. He turned and grinned triumphantly at Qiao Ying as if laughing at her foolish fantasies.
He turned his attention to flirting with the girl in the passenger seat, not taking Qiao Ying seriously at all.
After driving for a while and seeing the crappy Honda still glued to his rear bumper, Huo Chengdong's eyebrows ticked up. Not bad!
He sped up, wanting to pull ahead, but surprisingly the crappy Honda kept pace without slowing.
Huo Chengdong continued accelerating.
But just as they entered the next curve, the blue Honda suddenly accelerated, brushing the cliffside in a reckless maneuver to overtake him.
The newly built mountain highway didn’t have guardrails yet installed. Huo Chengdong had been careful not to let his guard down on the curves the last two days he had been playing here.
As the blue Honda brushed past him, Huo Chengdong's heart skipped a beat, thinking the crappy Honda was about to careen off the cliff in a deadly wreck.
Was a million dollars worth risking your life?!
But the crappy Honda continued on steady and unharmed.
Seeing the Honda ahead after the scare, Huo Chengdong began to take Qiao Ying seriously.
So far, Qiao Ying's driving skills exceeded those of his friends.
Huo Chengdong accelerated to catch up.
And so the two vehicles, worlds apart in body and performance, engaged in a game of cat and mouse on the mountain highway, overtaking each other again and again, neither able to pull decisively ahead.
After a period of back-and-forth, the blue Honda was the first to reach the mountaintop.
Huo Chengdong followed closely, quickly catching up and attempting to overtake.
But the Honda ahead seemed to have a tracker installed - it always anticipated his car's next move, cutting him off each time he tried to pass.
After several failed attempts, resulting in two minor collisions that scratched up his front bumper, Huo Chengdong was starting to lose his patience.
The girl in the passenger seat had been scared speechless long ago. Huo Chengdong felt like opening the door and throwing her out.
Finally, after another successful overtake, the tense expression on Huo Chengdong's face relaxed.
By now they had reached the mountainside. As long as he blocked the Honda from passing, victory was assured.
So he repeatedly cut off the Honda's attempts to pass, successfully avenging his earlier frustration, extremely gratified.
“Here he comes, Boss Huo’s here!”
When the silver sports car appeared, no one was particularly excited. This had been a foregone conclusion from the start.
“Wait, behind Boss Huo is...?”
“F*ck! The crappy Honda? She’s keeping up that close?!”
Seeing the blue Honda behind the silver sports car, the crowd reacted much more strongly than when they first saw the silver car.
“Damn, shouldn’t she still be on the lower part of the mountain?”
“How is this possible?!”
Seeing the Honda still attempting to pass, the once casual spectators tensed up, craning their necks anxiously.
Huo Chengdong didn't give Qiao Ying any chance to pass.
The finish line was within reach. Victory was imminent; Huo Chengdong's mouth curled into a triumphant smile. He thought, this hadn't been a waste of time. The opponent was truly skilled.
The winner decided, although the Honda had lost, it had already changed people's perception of Qiao Ying. Defeat but not disgrace.
Just as everyone was getting ready to welcome Huo Chengdong, the blue Honda and silver sports car suddenly pulled apart, then the Honda violently accelerated.
As the blue Honda leapt, brushing over Huo Chengdong's head, the crowd erupted, then fell silent.
That Honda flew over Huo Chengdong's head before the disbelieving eyes of the spectators.
Huo Chengdong only felt a shadow passing overhead. He reflexively looked up to see the battered undercarriage of the Honda. His mouth fell open.
Gasps rang out from the crowd.
The blue Honda flew over the silver sports car's roof, landing steadily in front of it. It crossed the finish line, then executed a flawless drift turn to face the silver sports car, as if coldly watching the loser.
Utter silence descended on the scene.
After an unknown number of seconds, someone in the crowd swore. This set off a barrage of “F*ck!”
"F*ck, the crappy Honda can drive like that?!"
"F*ck, was that The Fast and the Furious?!"
"F*ck f*ck, what the f*ck did I just see? Did that car f*cking fly? F*cking flew?!!!"
