Most people on the field looked toward Fu Yang and Shen An, the core members of the club, their eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of resentment.
Fu Yang and Shen An's expressions instantly darkened. Fu Yang frowned tightly, looking at the group of Foreigner with coldness in his eyes.
Shen An, meanwhile, dropped the smile on his face and cursed under his breath, "Damn, you won, so what? Why the trash talk?"
Jiang Xin was even more direct; the respectful smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an expression of fury.
"Damn it, letting these foreign devils act so arrogant."
The atmosphere of the entire scene instantly dropped to freezing point, so oppressive that it was suffocating.
Seeing the white girl and her companions laughing and taking pictures carelessly, Han Anning's body visibly stiffened.
The grievance and anger that had just been slightly calmed by seeing Jiang Cheng were completely ignited by that remark.
Yet, due to her defeat, she couldn't righteously refute them.
Han Anning indignantly took off her helmet, revealing her pretty face etched with obvious unwillingness and grievance.
She slammed the car door shut and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.
Although she tried her best to control herself from crying in front of so many people.
However, the moment she took off her helmet, her eyes involuntarily became slightly red.
She didn't know why, but her steps almost subconsciously moved toward Jiang Cheng.
But after only two steps, her gaze landed on Jiang Churan, who had an outstanding demeanor, and the bright and beautiful Xu Yan, standing beside Jiang Cheng.
That glance caused Han Anning's steps to pause almost imperceptibly.
She didn't know why, but into the unwillingness and resentment that surged up from losing the race, a trace of indescribable bitterness suddenly mixed in.
This made her eyes even redder, making her look utterly pitiful.
Normally, Han Anning might have walked away, or intentionally acted passive-aggressively toward Jiang Cheng.
She was originally a tsundere type; she had lost a women's race in front of Jiang Cheng before.
Now, not only did she lose, but she was also mocked by Foreigner.
She felt not only resentful but also very humiliated.
And in her heart, aside from being a bit of a scumbag, Jiang Cheng was a top-tier existence in every other way.
So, seeing Jiang Cheng at this moment, for some reason, she felt a strange sense of security.
Forcing down the strange jealousy in her heart.
She walked up to Jiang Cheng, looked up slightly at him, her voice carrying a hint of choked emotion and dependence that she herself hadn't noticed.
She softly asked, "Jiang Cheng... why are you here?"
This tone was completely different from her usual heroic or slightly tsundere demeanor, revealing an obvious fragility.
Jiang Cheng was clearly a bit unaccustomed to Han Anning's extremely unusual behavior.
If Jiang Churan hadn't been there, Jiang Cheng would definitely have teased her a bit.
But now, the three girls were standing right next to Jiang Cheng.
Good best friends not only talk smack about others behind their backs but also analyze situations, so Jiang Cheng chose not to take the bait.
He replied very indifferently, "I happened to be in Kyoto, so I came over to have some fun."
Just as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Jiang Xin immediately opened his mouth to comfort Han Anning: "Anning, don't be upset. It was just by a tiny bit, purely a matter of luck."
Although Jiang Xin had followed Qin Fen and the others to some clubs with Jiang Cheng when Jiang Cheng first arrived in Modu, and they had bought watches together once.
They had also raced together once during the SSCC Supercar Day.'
But because he usually traveled between Modu and Kyoto, apart from these two interactions, his contact with Jiang Cheng was less frequent than Jiang Cheng's contact with Han Anning.
Naturally, he didn't know about the connection between Jiang Cheng and Han Anning.
If Jiang Cheng hadn't been present, Han Anning wouldn't have thought much of Jiang Xin saying this.
They were all fish in the fish tank, so caring about her was normal.
But since Jiang Cheng was here, she clearly wanted to distance herself from Jiang Xin.
However, before Han Anning could speak, several HAC members who had been watching the race nearby surrounded them.
Most of them didn't know Han Anning, but they were attracted by her heroic spirit on the track and her currently pitiful appearance.
A guy wearing a Givenchy T-shirt and a Richard Mille watch on his wrist was the first to speak: "Beauty, don't worry about it. The SVJ the Foreigner was driving inherently has a slight track advantage. The fact that you kept up so closely in a 720S means your skill is already amazing!"
Another man leaning against a porsche 911 also smiled and agreed: "Exactly, winning and losing are common. Your cornering line looked very precise, have you practiced specifically? Add me on WeChat; maybe we can hit the track together sometime?"
These words seemed to flip a switch, and two or three more guys moved closer.
"Right, add us on WeChat. We have a small racing group, and we often arrange mountain runs or come here."
"Beautiful female drivers are rare, and skilled ones are even rarer. We definitely need to get acquainted."
Han Anning originally intended to refuse, but she didn't expect Jiang Cheng not only to ignore her completely when he saw this scene.
He even proudly turned his head slightly, leaned toward Jiang Churan, and whispered something, causing Jiang Churan to cover her mouth and laugh.
This scene was like a tiny needle, unexpectedly piercing Han Anning's heart.
So, was the fragile look she just showed in front of Jiang Cheng performed for a blind man??
Instantly, the grievance in her heart from losing the race, mixed with the surging bitterness and a strange sense of "being ignored" petulance, spiked sharply.
In an instant, the last traces of grievance and fragility on her face were completely retracted.
She raised her hand and, with a slightly casual, almost performative gesture, wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eye with her fingertip.
When she raised her head again, her face was blooming with a bright smile, possessing the perfectly measured sweetness typical of a socialite.
"Thank you all for your concern. It's nothing, just one loss. I'll win it back next time."
As she spoke, she skillfully pulled out her phone from the small pocket of her tight racing suit.
The screen unlocked with a soft'snap,' and the WeChat QR code interface lit up.
Her movements were smooth and natural, without the slightest hesitation.
"We'll have a chance to exchange ideas sometime."
After speaking, she directed the QR code toward the guys who had gathered around, but her gaze, subtly carrying a hint of provocation and imperceptible expectation, quickly darted toward Jiang Cheng again.