After a fierce contest, Jiang Cheng was the first to flash across the finish line.
The result left not only the live-stream audience stunned but even the onlookers on-site gasping for breath.
Had Qiao Yinyin's camera not stayed glued to the Lamborghini's speed read-out, the viewers would've sworn Zhou Guanyu had let Jiang Cheng win on purpose.
The gap between their identities was just that huge.
One was a battle-tested international pro; the other, a run-of-the-mill "old" driver.
Actually, given Jiang Cheng's age, calling him a veteran driver didn't even fit.
When he finally tapped the brake, Jiang Cheng exhaled with obvious reluctance and reached over to gently rub Qiao Yinyin's back.
"Good girl. Since you're this uncomfortable, next time I drive this fast I'm not taking you."
Qiao Yinyin's face was still flushed; she hadn't recovered from the high-speed run. Hearing him, she grabbed his hand in alarm. "No way. I'm still coming next time. It's a bit fast and bumpy, and it made me dizzy, but it was thrilling—an indescribable rush. Next time I want to be right here again."
"Fine, fine, if you're not afraid of getting 'fertilized,' you can stay."
Only after a while did Qiao Yinyin come back to her senses. She lifted her skirt slightly, adjusting the part that had ridden up, then turned her eyes to the scrolling barrage on the stream.
"Is this even legal driving? Suddenly I feel my thoughts aren't so innocent anymore…"
"No way—did you two actually take anything off? The screen looks clean, but the way you talk is weird!"
"Whoa, already 'fertilized'? I've even picked names for Sister Qiao and Poseidon's baby!"
"Gotta say, I only heard the audio, but this stream was an eye-opener—talk about a big scene~"
"Thanks, Sister Qiao, for broadening my imagination of positions, haha…"
Watching the flood of comments, Qiao Yinyin's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
She was used to all kinds of teasing in the chat,
but her reaction just now had really resembled… well, her usual self in bed.
Thinking back, she felt awkward even to herself.
Yet as a seasoned Streamer, she pulled herself together quickly.
If you didn't have a thick skin, you couldn't do this job.
Checking the runtime, she decided to wrap things up.
Today's stream had ridden on Jiang Cheng's fame long enough.
She flipped the camera without hesitation, smiling goodbye: "Big shots of the stream, I'm beat and need to rest and decompress. That's it for today—thanks so much for the support! Oh, and I'm about to debut on Fierce Cat TV. Hope you'll all show up for my first broadcast there—thank you!"
The instant she finished, dazzling high-value gifts blossomed across the screen like stars in the night sky.
"Don't go, Sister Qiao, I haven't had enough."
"Dang, I haven't even dropped my pants and you're signing off?"
"Where's the car? I came for the car—don't leave!"
…Meanwhile, Wang Congcong and Qi Yuan finally parked and walked over.
Qin Fen slapped Jiang Cheng's shoulder in excitement. "Old Jiang, sick! Never knew you could drive like that."
Wang Zheng tiptoed to throw an arm around him. "Beast mode—awesome, awesome, awesome."
Chen Hao chimed in, "Enough, Old Wang, we're still live—way to flaunt your zero culture."
"Mr. Cultured, give us a line then."
Cornered, Chen Hao looked to Jiang Xin. "Old Jiang, you give us one."
Jiang Xin pondered a moment: "I fear neither heaven nor earth—I bow to big bro's skills."
Wang Congcong snorted. "One sentence and we know you binge streams."
Everyone cracked up. Qi Yuan added, "Clearly none of you have raced Brother Cheng before. Old Wang and I once ran this track with him—he still took first, though today was way more epic."
Seeing Zhou Guanyu approaching, Wang Congcong patted his shoulder. "Honestly, did you hold back out there?"
Zhou Guanyu looked crushed.
He shook his head awkwardly. "I really didn't. I gave it everything, but Brother Cheng is just that good."
At the sight of Zhou Guanyu's downcast, utterly sincere face, everyone was stunned.
He offered Jiang Cheng his right hand in full respect.
After a polite shake he couldn't help asking, "Bro Cheng, with skills like that, are you secretly a pro?"
Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head. "Never trained—just a regular license."
The words stabbed Zhou Guanyu like three knives in the heart.
He trained day and night, only to lose to someone with a civilian license.
A bitter smile crossed his face. "I used to think I was gifted, but now I see I'm pretty average."
Seeing Zhou Guanyu so dispirited,
Jiang Cheng patted his shoulder. "Don't sell yourself short. Reaching F3 at your age is amazing—looking forward to seeing you on the F1 grid."
Zhou Guanyu thought it was just polite encouragement,
but when he looked up and met Jiang Cheng's sincere eyes,
he froze for a second, then finally said, "Actually, one big reason I went into racing was my dad—he's a total gearhead. When I was eight, I watched my first F1 race in Modu and fell in love. From that day on, what started as a hobby became about bringing glory to my country."