The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Chapter 35: Drunk Kiss

Chapter 35: Drunk Kiss

The street lights on the track were all on. In the bright light, a blue-gold racing car parked quietly in the clearing.

Xu Xizhou watched Zhuang Jingchun's expression nervously.

"Well, I borrowed it from the crew. Although it's not as good as a real formula car, the speed is okay."

He was suddenly a little worried that his actions were too reckless, which would evoke sadness in Zhuang Jingchun's heart.

"If you don't like it—"

Zhuang Jingchun didn't speak, but stood up slowly and walked to the racing car.

On the empty track, some distant memories flashed across my mind.

The moment he took part in a formula race for the first time, put on his helmet and clenched the steering wheel, the feeling of excitement and anxiety seemed to have happened yesterday.

After retiring from the race because of the accident, he was very resistant to these memories, because they were all overshadowed by the car accident. But at this moment, Xu Xizhou's eyes flickered with anticipation. Those deepest in his heart, the perseverance and enthusiasm that once worked so hard for his dream, seemed to germinate in the depths of his heart.

"Would you like to sit in and try it?" Xu Xizhou asked cautiously.

Zhuang Jingchun stroked the body with her fingers, her long eyelashes drooping.

"Forget it, I haven't driven a race car in years. What if it rolls over?"

"If the car rolls over, I'll have to pay the crew for another identical car."

Xu Xizhou blinked, with trust in his eyes, "However, I believe in you. Austin."

He handed the helmet to Zhuang Jingchun, who hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

Seeing him put on the helmet, Xu Xizhou's heart couldn't help beating wildly.

He watched Zhuang Jingchun sit in the racing car, and at a certain moment, he seemed to see the eighteen-year-old boy with brown hair and green eyes, who smiled brightly and flamboyantly.

The roar of the engine sounded over the track. Xu Xizhou sat on the grass and watched the gold-blue racing car slowly accelerate, and then rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Zhuang Jingchun's driving style is as steady and sharp as his people. Even though he hasn't touched a car for so many years, he is still clean when cornering, and the braking point he chooses is very precise every time.

Xu Xizhou stared intently at the speeding racing car. He imagined Zhuang Jingchun holding the steering wheel with resolute eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

After ten laps, Zhuang Jingchun stopped.

He took off his helmet, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and his light brown hair was slightly messy.

Those green eyes like summer lake water, with an unprecedented bright light.

"Is there any wine?" Zhuang Jingchun walked up to him.

Xu Xizhou stared at him blankly, and it took a long while to react.

"There are some, I'll look for them."

He asked Coach Meng to prepare some snacks and drinks for him before. He went under the wooden bench next to the track and rummaged, and sure enough he found two dozen beers in a large bag.