A tall and thin oriental "teenager" holding a strange... "drink"?

When he was called, "he" turned his back to everyone, as if he was being pulled by a few girls, so he turned his head helplessly.

The slender fingers showed cold white under the lamp on the top.

The exquisite side faces silhouettes are smudged into the changes of light and darkness.

He turned around and entered everyone's eyes like a dazzling light.

Just one glance makes people hold their breath.

After a moment of silence, many girls even took out their cell phones as soon as possible, inertially trying to upload photos to social platforms...

Men are much more rational and can tell with a close eye.

An exclamation immediately sounded: "It's Ling! It's not Lin, this kid is Ling, the new second driver signed by Morton Team!"

——Wow.

The whole audience exploded.

"Is this kid?"

"Oh my God! He's so handsome!"

"Shit! What are you, a slut, thinking? A f1 shame, racing is not about face!"

"That's right, boy, get out of Morton's team right away!"

...

It's noisy.

"Ling Yechen", no, it should be said that Yan Wu raised her eyebrows and stood in these malicious gazes without any turmoil, one hand in her pocket and the other hand holding a cup... Sweet bean flower, and she could even take a few mouthfuls in a good mood.

Hmm.

She finally found sweet tofu in this foreign country...

Although the taste is unsatisfactory, it is still unsatisfactory.

As for these noisy mortals, is sweet beans important?

No.

Yan Wu thought, and tasted the sweet bean flowers happily, and her thin lips curled up lightly.

Under a lazy smile, the handsome face of the "teenager" became more and more sturdy.

Many women blushed unconsciously.

The men regard this behavior as a provocation and become more angry.

Someone rushed out, intending to teach this ungrateful boy a lesson.

"Everyone, quiet!" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Chris quickly calmed down loudly.

The security in Taiwan Zhou was also dispatched.

After such a long time, the scene finally restored order.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something...

Lin Nantian suddenly walked to her side, grabbed the microphone, and said.

"I didn't expect to see Brother Ling here. Why not go on stage and have a virtual conversation with me?"

Yan Wu narrowed her eyes and instantly opened the "Eye of the Lord" and swept over his head.

Luck rate: 99%...

Tsk.

The "Young" main god's thin lips became deeper and he sighed and sucked the sweet tofu with no answer at all.

Lin Nantian's eyes flashed, and his face showed a faint darkness.

Ling Yechen, who wanted to kill Qianqian, agreed to run halfway through the Life and Death Station, but he actually escaped halfway.

Finally, I sent a text message "I'll come back"... I'm simply a coward!

But this person was signed by Morton team, and there were even tabloids in China that hype "he" and himself are the Oriental Shuanglong in the F1 arena!

Oh.

Is this awkward person worthy?

The thought flashed, but Lin Nantian smiled calmly: "Why, Brother Ling doesn't give him any face?"

"You're thinking too much."

Yan Wu tasted the last piece of sweet bean flower nostalgic, walked to the trash can on the side, threw the empty bottle, then turned to this "lucky man" and sighed.

"Don't Mr. Lin know that he shouldn't disturb others when they eat?"

Lin Nantian choked.

The "Young" main god rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the stage with pride.

Silver earrings flashed in the next step of the light.

"He" took steps gracefully, but a terrifying aura was revealed all over his body. Wherever he passed, people subconsciously gave in to both sides.

Until a moment, the handsome oriental "teenager" stepped onto the stage in front of everyone.

"Aren't you going to have a fight?" "He" turned around and smiled casually.
Chapter completed!