"You dare to say that I am sick, you are sick, say! Who did you just say that is naive?"

Ning Ruan pointed at Zhao Can viciously.

Zhao Can was most annoying to others pointing at him and frowned and pushed her hand away.

"Wow! You pushed me? You actually pushed me?"

“…………”

Zhao Can was sure at this time that this guy was a lunatic.

"I'm childish, I'm okay? Go out quickly, and the girls rushed in every family like something."

"What a big deal, come in!"

Ning Ruan looked around and finally looked at Zhao Can in front of her, and laughed at her with a sneer.

"You are actually shy? I'm not shy, you are still shy."

"Shameless."

Zhao Can pushed Ning Ruan away and walked straight towards the bathroom at the door.

Ning Ruan saw Zhao Can's shy look and found it very interesting. While Zhao Can was washing his face with cold water, she took his glasses on the sink.

"Wow, yes! Cotiere's limited edition glasses, I can't tell you are quite tasteful."

Zhao Can really think this girl is so annoying. She is just like a dog skin plaster. She is too lazy to talk nonsense to her, so she reaches out to get her glasses.

Ning Ruan Yi hides.

"What a hurry, I'll give it back to you after I put it on." His eyes were full of provocation.

Zhao Can can tell, and probably Ning Ruan and others often teased others on top.

Those members who were teased generally swallowed their anger, or were happy to be teased to bring their relationship closer to this group of people.

But Zhao Can didn't plan to have any interaction with this group of people, so naturally he didn't take Ning Ruan seriously.

"Do you seem to be angry? Haha~~~" Ning Ruan sat on the bathroom with Zhao Can's glasses, still looking deliberately provocative.

In Zhao Can's eyes, Ning Ruan is a slut, and it is rare to get entangled with her, so she turns around and leaves.

"Hey! You don't want glasses?"

"Just a pair of glasses, I don't care."

"Oh, I'll go~ Who cares about your broken glasses? Give it!"

He jumped off the sink, stuffed his glasses into Zhao Can's hand, and warned Zhao Can viciously, "When you are here to play with the top, just follow the rules, otherwise you will feel better." After that, he turned around and walked towards the private room.

I just took two steps and felt something was wrong. It seemed that he was using a provocation to ask me to return my glasses to him. I turned around and found that Zhao Can had put on his glasses and returned to the four girls over there to sit down.

"Take~" Ning Ruan looked at him and walked into the private room.

......

"Acan, you are back, look."

Sitting in the upper position, looking out on the track.

At this time, five sports cars on the racing car were competing fiercely.

The game scenes from different angles are also being played on the big screen next to it. It can be seen that this top Jidao Club is quite professional.

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Buzzing....

The roar of the engine hit, making people excited.

When r8 passes the corner, the tires rotate rapidly, rubbing on the track to produce pungent smoke, and then pull out two long traces. A beautiful drift whizzes directly from the right side of the McLaren 750, and then draws a z-shaped movement trajectory on the continuous bends ahead. Under the night sky, the light and shadow of the taillights are particularly beautiful and dynamic.

The operation won everyone on the scene to be excited.

Aire's eyes glowed: "I really didn't expect Liu Muchen to be so good at racing skills. How about Vivian comparing with you?"

"I? Forget it." Yu Youwei shook her head modestly.

Zhao Can also happened to see Liu Muchen's drift. To be honest, it was indeed perfect.

"Everyone says that you have great racing skills, is that true?" Zhao Can was also curious about this.

Yu Youwei smiled awkwardly: "I used to play, but now I don't play anymore. It's not as good as Ayire said."

"I didn't say nonsense, Acan, let me tell you, Vivian's racing skills are so good. She has joined a team before, and there is also a video of her racing on my phone." As she said that, she found Yu Youwei's highlight moment from her phone for Zhao Can to show her.

Zhao Can: "The technology is very good. Playing with modified cars is the one who knows the best. Compared with this kind of sports car, modified cars compares the modification technology and driving skills, and this kind of supercar compares the money."

"Aren't you still taking the driver's license? You understand that too?"

"I learned about this racing before."

"I'm actually my cousin always likes to play cars. He used to be a professional racer, and I can do it even if I hear and hear it."

"I see."

As we were chatting, another intense scene happened on the track.

At this time, only the last 100 meters of sprints remained after 10 laps.

The r8 is temporarily leading, followed by the Porsche 911, while McLaren fell to fourth place.

Buzz ~

Buzz ~

Buzz —

The roar sounded, and the final sprint came. The five sports cars were revving to the maximum speed and the engine operated quickly.

Liu Muchen held the steering wheel tightly and looked at the four supercars in the rearview mirror, roaring at the sharp headlights of the four supercars exposed.

I couldn't help but step on the accelerator pedal to the bottom, and another harsh roar came.

When McLaren was 50 meters away from the finish line, he finally exerted his strength. He stepped on the accelerator and the tires were operating quickly. The modified smoke exhaust pipe sprayed out two balls of flames in the roar.

It shot forward like an arrow leaving the string.

A violent friction sound.

McLaren drifted to the right, avoided Aston Martin's block, ran forward again, and then squeaked again, floating to the left, avoiding the Ferrari F8, and then immediately adjusted his posture and shot towards the front r8.

Zhao Can was enjoying watching it, and the other four girls nervously grabbed their fists and looked at the end of the track.

At this moment! Everyone also became quiet, with only the buzzing roar echoing around and resounding throughout the night sky.

The finish line is 20 meters.

Liu Muchen wished he could stomp his feet into the fuel tank by himself.

McLaren, who was running side by side on the left, turned his head and looked at the nervous Liu Muchen without slashing, then accelerated again, whizzing past with a whoosh, leaving only a ball of exhaust gas and McLaren who was gradually moving away.

McLaren crosses the finish line, continues to move forward, and slows down.

"Grass!"

Liu Muchen was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

...........

"Hey! It's so regretful!" Aire sighed, and several girls also expressed regret for Liu Muchen.

"It's a pity. Liu Muchen was so proud just now that he underestimated the enemy in the last 100 meters. He should find a way to block McLaren behind him."

As soon as the analysis was completed, the private room door was kicked open with a bang.

Everyone present was startled by the sudden sound and turned to visit him. Ning Ruan held a baseball bat and walked towards the stairs angrily.

"Damn it! Isn't this really going to smash a car, right?" said a stranger who didn't deserve a name.

"I'll go and have a look." Zhao Can got up and walked towards the stairs. Yu Youwei and the others followed nervously.

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py:…………Thank you for reading, and the follow-up will be more exciting.
Chapter completed!