"Let's hang out together for future activities," Han Anning said with a smile to the boys who made the request.
As she spoke, her gaze even swept across several faces.
That look didn't linger on anyone in particular, yet it made everyone feel attended to.
Seeing Han Anning take out her QR code.
The boy wearing the Richard Mille immediately scanned the code to add her as a friend.
He said, "Han Anning? Nice name. I'm Wang Zi. I mostly drive Ferraris. Let's meet up later."
"No problem," Han Anning agreed with a smile, then looked at the others scanning the code. "Accepted. Let's talk more in the group later."
Shen An watched from the side, nudged Jiang Xin with his elbow, and lowered his voice: "Tsk, see that? Anning Girl's switching speed... she's a true sea queen."
Jiang Xin rubbed his nose. Although he felt a bit unhappy, he just curled his lip and didn't speak.
She handled things with ease, as if the Girl who had shown a fragile expression in front of Jiang Cheng just now was just an illusion.
Only occasionally, when her gaze inadvertently and quickly swept past Jiang Cheng's side, would a hint of imperceptible complex emotion flash through her eyes.
Because Jiang Cheng only gave her a faint glance, his eyes calm and rippleless, as if watching an insignificant farce.
His gaze didn't even linger on Han Anning.
This complete indifference made Han Anning feel like a clown performing hard with no one to applaud.
Han Anning's subtle look toward Jiang Cheng was extremely well-concealed, flowing among the boys who were fawning over her like a clever illusion, not causing any suspicion among them.
These boys' attention was entirely on her bright smile and the displayed QR code; they wouldn't notice the momentary flicker deep in her eyes.
However, this subtle change didn't escape the notice of the three women beside Jiang Cheng.
Especially Jiang Churan; her face still carried a faint smile from being teased by Jiang Cheng's whisper.
But as a woman, she had an instinctive alertness toward the "flowers and butterflies" surrounding Jiang Cheng.
Even though she noticed Han Anning's intentions, the smile on Jiang Churan's face didn't fade.
She even subconsciously tightened her grip on Jiang Cheng's arm with both hands.
And Xu Yan, standing next to Jiang Churan, was even more direct and sharp in her thoughts.
She was all too familiar with that look of Han Anning's.
This was definitely not the look one gives a regular friend or even a club partner; the things hidden inside were things she might have felt herself at certain moments.
She subconsciously looked at Jiang Churan beside her, just as Jiang Churan happened to meet her gaze.
Their eyes met, and they instantly exchanged a "you know what's up" look; everything was understood without words.
After meeting Jiang Churan's gaze, Xu Yan turned her head to look at Shen Shuang.
Xu Yan didn't even need to hint anything to her; her expression was currently more direct and blatant than the other two Girls.
She was clicking her tongue, shaking her head as she looked at Han Anning.
Seeing this, Xu Yan and Jiang Churan couldn't help but curl the corners of their mouths.
Seeing everyone here comforting Han Anning, those Foreigner began staring this way and chatting to make their presence known.
"Wow! Bugatti La Voiture Noire?!" Sarah, the white female driver who won the race, exclaimed.
The frivolous tone in her exclamation softened slightly.
But soon, her face turned into a hint of imperceptible jealousy: "This car is actually in China."
"I heard before it was bought by someone from Dubai, I didn't expect it to be here..."
Sarah took over: "The car seems to belong to that man standing in the middle. He looks very young, but those people seem to respect him a lot..."
After saying that, Sarah walked toward Jiang Cheng and the others with her long legs.
Sarah deliberately whistled and looked at Jiang Cheng with a frivolous tone: "bugatti nights sound? Wow, the real car is even cooler than the pictures."
Her companion who walked over with her bumped Sarah with an arm and whispered: "I didn't expect to see the real car here. Sarah, surely you wouldn't because of this car..."
Although their discussion wasn't loud, everyone present heard it clearly.
As the president, Fu Yang saw that the other party's attitude had changed from pure mockery to a complex emotion mixed with amazement.
He also saw that Jiang Cheng still had an indifferent look, as if none of this concerned him.
He felt he needed to step forward to explain the situation, which could also be seen as easing the tense atmosphere.
"Brother Cheng, here's the deal. These foreign friends," he pointed to Sarah's group, "they are from Europe's 'Silverstone' racing team. They just flew into Jingdu for a business event. Their leader contacted our HAC through connections, saying they wanted to have an informal exchange between Chinese and European drivers to experience China's track culture. The club thought it was a good thing, so we accepted the invitation and invited them to come play."
As Fu Yang spoke, his face darkened, and his tone carried obvious displeasure: "We originally thought we'd make friends through cars and compete with each other. I didn't expect..."
These Foreigner had all stayed in China for a long time, so they understood most of the local language.
Seeing the accusatory tone in Fu Yang's words, Sarah's arrogance flared up again.
She crossed her arms, curled her lip, and said in accented English:
"Exchange? Of course it's for exchange. But the result of the exchange seems to clearly state the problem. President Fu, on the track, strength speaks. Could it be that after losing a race, you blame the winner for not being 'humble' enough? I thought China was a land of etiquette that respected the strong."
These words were like adding fuel to the fire!
"You...!" Fu Yang's face turned pale with anger. He had already lost one round, and being blocked by her words now, he was momentarily speechless.
Jiang Xin couldn't help but curse from the side: "Damn it, giving them face and they won't take it!"
"If you're not convinced, we can do another lap anytime. We're not targeting you; we're like this in other countries too. Surely Chinese people aren't the only ones who can't afford to lose..."
These barbed words made the atmosphere, which had just eased slightly, tense up again.
As the president of the HAC club and also an important partner and senior owner of SCG in the China region.
Fu Yang knew he couldn't just sit by anymore.
This was no longer just about personal victory or defeat, but about the honor of the Chinese supercar circle.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a steady voice in English: "Everyone, winning the race is your skill, but please watch your words. This is China, and it's HAC's home turf."
Sarah shrugged with an air of indifference: "Oh? Home turf? So what? On the track, it's about strength, not talk. If you're not convinced, we can race again. You can put whoever you want on."
Her gaze swept over Fu Yang with undisguised provocation.
Fu Yang's expression darkened.
His SCG 003S had extremely violent performance; its lightweight design and power output had a huge advantage on the track.
But the opponent's driving technique was indeed seasoned, and the SVJ's horsepower was not to be underestimated.
More importantly, the handling characteristics of a niche top-tier Hypercar like the SCG were more extreme, requiring a lot from the driver.
But at this moment, he represented the club's face; there was no way back.
"Fine, I'll race you," Fu Yang said deeply, his eyes sharp.
"Brother Yang, be careful!" Jiang Xin couldn't help but shout.
Shen An also patted Fu Yang's shoulder with a solemn expression.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything; this was HAC, not SSCC.
Just as Fu Yang was about to get into the car, a core HAC member who hadn't spoken much, a boy named A-Jie, stepped forward.
Within the HAC club, his skills were quite good, but his personality was usually more impulsive.
"Brother Yang! Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken! There's no need for you to go." A-Jie stopped Fu Yang, his face full of resentment and indignation. "This woman is too arrogant. Let me go meet her first! Damn it, driving an SVJ and she really thinks she's a racing god?"
Fu Yang hesitated. He knew A-Jie's skills; he was a good driver in the club.
The GT-R's straight-line acceleration and cornering performance were also extremely powerful; it might not be without a chance.
Just as Fu Yang was about to nod, a deep and slightly playful male voice sounded: "Wait a minute."
Among the group of foreign drivers, a tall white man with a buzz cut and sharp eyes had been leaning against a car.
He slowly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over A-Jie and his GT-R, with a hint of imperceptible contempt at the corner of his mouth.
Then he said in fluent English: "Friend, your enthusiasm is commendable. However..." His tone shifted as his gaze landed on Fu Yang, "According to the custom of 'exchange' and out of respect for the host. Since your club's president is personally competing, if we only sent out an ordinary member, that would be too rude."
He spread his hands, acting as if he were "following the rules": "Since you say it's a waste for your president to meet Sarah, then let it be me. As the captain of the 'Silverstone' team, I will personally accompany President Fu for this 'friendly' exchange. That seems fair, doesn't it?"
After speaking, he looked at Sarah: "Sarah, you don't mind, do you?"
Hearing this, Sarah shrugged: "Of course, Captain Jerry, it's most appropriate for you to step in."
Jerry's words directly shut A-Jie down and instantly raised the level of the duel to a direct dialogue between the leaders of both sides.
A-Jie's face turned red with anger. He wanted to say more but was pulled back by Shen An.
Since the other party had put it that way, if they still insisted on A-Jie going, it would make HAC look like they were afraid or not following the "rules."
Fu Yang shook his head at A-Jie, signaling him to step down, then looked firmly at the buzz-cut captain.
"Fine! Then it's captain against president!"
The buzz-cut captain smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, but his eyes locked onto Fu Yang like a hawk: "Very well, I'm looking forward to it. My car is that black porsche 911 GT2RS."
Hearing this, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.
The porsche 911 GT2RS, nicknamed the "Widowmaker."
Rear-engine, rear-wheel drive, massive horsepower, extremely sensitive handling and difficult to master—it was a true high-performance track machine.
Someone who could handle this car definitely had skills that couldn't be underestimated! This was bound to be a tough battle!
The two got into their respective cars, SCG 003S versus porsche 911 GT2RS.
The signal lights went out!
The race entered a fever pitch right from the start!
Fu Yang's SCG showed terrifying power in corner-exit acceleration, while the buzz-cut captain Jerry's GT2RS was like a venomous snake gliding along the ground, its racing lines terrifyingly precise.
The two were locked in a fierce struggle.
In the first few corners, they were even neck-and-neck, making everyone's hearts race.
However, as the race progressed, Fu Yang's familiarity with the track and the SCG 003S's absolute mechanical grip in specific corners began to show an advantage.
At a key high-speed right-hand turn, by braking later and taking a more precise line, he successfully took the inside line.
And as they exited the corner, using the SCG's powerful engine, he forcefully pulled ahead by half a car length from their side-by-side position!
"Nice! Brother Yang is leading!" Jiang Xin shouted excitedly.
Seeing this, the HAC members were all invigorated.
Fu Yang firmly held the racing line, giving Jerry no chance to overtake.
Seeing that after the next left-hand turn would be a long, full-throttle straightaway, with the SCG's top-speed advantage, once they entered the straight, Jerry would have no more chances!
However, right at the entrance of this decisive left-hand turn, Jerry, who was clinging to the tail of Fu Yang's car, had a flash of gloom and determination in his eyes.
Because he knew deep down that once they entered the straight, he would surely lose!
Just at the moment when Fu Yang slowed down normally, preparing to cut into the apex with the best line!
Jerry's GT2RS didn't slow down normally; instead, it suddenly pulled to the outside, making a feint as if to forcefully pull out and overtake.
But at the instant the car body was about to be parallel with Fu Yang's SCG.
His car's nose made an extremely subtle but incredibly precise cut inward.
Instantly, "Bang!!"
A sound that wasn't violent but was exceptionally clear rang out.
The left side of the GT2RS's front bumper solidly "clipped" the SCG 003S's right rear wheel rim and the side-rear of the car body!
This wasn't a normal scrape in a race at all, but a calculated, sinister "side-swipe" move!
In high-speed cornering, vehicle balance is crucial.
Fu Yang's SCG was hit by this sudden "clip," and the right rear wheel instantly lost some grip. The entire rear of the car was suddenly pushed outward as if by an invisible hand!
"Screech—!!!"
The piercing scream of tires tore through the air.
The SCG instantly lost control, the car body swinging wildly.
Fu Yang tried his best to save the car, but it was in vain. Under the massive inertia, the car suddenly spun off the track and slammed hard into the outer tire wall!
"Bang!!!"
An even more violent impact sound came. The front half of the SCG was almost embedded in the tire wall, and a large number of carbon fiber parts shattered on impact. The scene was a mess!
"Brother Yang!!"
Everyone was terrified and rushed over like crazy.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's brow furrowed tightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
This move was exactly the same as the one Lin Yao had made during the SSCC Supercar Day.
Sure enough, bad seeds know no borders.