Inside a private room of a restaurant in Hexi
Jiang Chengsi tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze fixed on his phone, waiting for Ruan Mengxi to send over a video.
His mind kept replaying her final drift maneuver, a clean and efficient parking; whether it was the timing of the brakes or the precision of controlling the distance, this was definitely not a novice.
Currently, the only female driver he truly admired was the one who, during the club's trial opening, once broke his record.
Amazing, yet somewhat amateurish, unlike someone who had formal training.
Is it the same person?
He felt an indescribable thrill in his heart; at his level in car racing, it's rare to find someone who can make him appreciate, be moved, and invigorate his fighting spirit.
Unable to wait for Ruan Mengxi's video, he called the crew-cut sitting in the passenger seat today, "Crew Cut."
