As the two reached the doorway, they saw Hong Ran pulling open the car door and stepping out.
She wore sunglasses, a loose black T-shirt on top, denim hot pants on her legs, and white slippers on her feet.
Her face wasn’t exactly stunning, but her figure and presence were remarkably striking.
Su Yang had previously used the system to scan her, and Hong Ran’s physique scored an 88.
Of course, judging a body wasn’t purely about size—the system wasn’t that shallow.
Factors like head-to-body ratio, upper-to-lower body proportions, waist-to-hip ratio, leg shape, and more required a multidimensional evaluation to determine someone’s physique.
Zhuang Mengli was a classic example—she wasn’t particularly large, but every metric in her overall assessment was nearly perfect, from her proportions to her leg shape; it was hard to find any flaws.
Both her face and body seemed like they stepped out of an anime, which explained such a high physique score.
Hong Ran took off her sunglasses and walked toward them. “When did you get here?”
“Just a few minutes ago,” Qin Su said with a smile.
“He Peng hasn’t shown up yet?”
“Not yet.”
“That figures—he likes a last-minute entrance.”
“Whatever. The agreed time is two o’clock. If he’s not here by then, he forfeits.”
“Haha, fair enough. Su Su, are you confident you’ll win today?” Hong Ran turned to Su Yang and asked with a grin.
Su Yang nodded. “Yes.”
“Susu must’ve told you He Peng is a pro racer. You sure you can beat him?”
“He’s a pro, but he’s never won a championship—his best was second place in ’23. That shows he’s not unbeatable.”
Hearing this, Hong Ran looked at Su Yang with admiration and laughed. “Haha, well said! If he were that good, wouldn’t he have taken the title by now?”
“Exactly! So I have to be confident. I’m not a pro, but amateurs don’t always lose to pros, right, sis?”
“Totally! Wait, why are you calling me ‘sis’ again?” Hong Ran shot Su Yang a playful glare.
“Haha, slipped up. Not used to it yet.”
“Fine, then get used to it by saying it more.”
“Got it.”
“Let’s go inside and sit.” Qin Su linked arms with Hong Ran as they walked.
The three entered the pit room and sat down. A staff member approached with three iced Americanos.
“Miss Qin, your coffee.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything—I’ll be right behind.”
“Okay.”
The staff member left, and Su Yang picked up his coffee and took a sip.
They chatted idly until 1:55, when the roar of engines echoed from a distance—sounded like more than one car.
Leaning back in his chair and rocking slightly, Su Yang said with a smile, “They’re here.”
Qin Su got up, walked to the door to peek, then returned to her seat. “Five cars.”
“That many? Did he bring his whole family and friends?”
“Who knows. Probably called some buddies to watch him show off.”
“It’ll be hilarious if Su Su embarrasses him instead.” Hong Ran took a sip of coffee and smirked.
Seconds later, the engine noise grew louder. Su Yang turned to look outside and saw four top-tier supercars and a Rolls-Royce Cullinan come into view. The supercars were an AMG GT Black Series in black and green, a Lamborghini Revuelto in orange and white, a red Ferrari 812, and a McLaren 765LT.
An impressive lineup.
The five cars pulled up in front of the GT3 RS and parked, followed by their occupants stepping out.
From the Cullinan, four women in short skirts emerged. The other cars, aside from He Peng’s, had pairs of one guy and one girl.
Totaling eleven people: four guys and seven girls.
“Quite the entourage,” Su Yang said with a tilt of his head.
Hong Ran chuckled. “He brought a squad of girls to cheer him on and boost his ego.”
“Ah, got it.”
Just then, the group walked over.
Su Yang asked, “Is the guy in front He Peng?”
Qin Su nodded. “Yeah, that’s him.”
He Peng led the eleven others. He had short hair, was fairly tall, and had a decent build with some muscle definition. A string of English script was tattooed on his right forearm.
He wore a white Balenciaga T-shirt, denim knee-length shorts, and blue-and-white TS x Fragment x AJ1 low-top sneakers. A black Richard Mille watch adorned his left wrist.
“Hey, he’s actually kinda handsome in person,” Su Yang remarked.
“Handsome my foot,” Qin Su muttered under her breath with a roll of her eyes.
“Not as handsome as you, Su Su,” Hong Ran chimed in.
As she finished, the group entered.
Besides He Peng, the three guys with him looked pretty trendy too.
Su Yang had already glanced over the seven women—all decent-looking, but none worth a system scan.
“Here you are,” Qin Su said, greeting He Peng.
“Yeah. Oh, Ranran’s here too.” He Peng turned to Hong Ran with a smile.
“I had to show up for such a big event,” Hong Ran said, coffee in hand.
“Haha, right. You and Susu are like sisters, so of course you’d come.”
After greeting Hong Ran, He Peng finally directed his attention to Su Yang.
“This handsome guy’s new to me. What’s your name?” he asked, though he already knew.
Su Yang didn’t mind and smiled lightly. “Oh, I’m the guy here to race you today.”
“So it’s you! Haha, my bad.”
“No problem.” Su Yang shrugged off the sarcasm.
“Okay, let’s get started!” Qin Su stood up.
“Hey, no rush. I just got here—let me rest for a minute and grab some coffee.”
Just then, the staff member returned.
He Peng called out, “Buddy, eleven coffees.”
“Sure thing, Master He.”
The staff member left to prepare, and He Peng pulled up a chair and sat down.
“What are you all standing for? Sit down,” he told the ten others.
“Okay.”
“I’m racing you today—why did you bring so many people?” Qin Su turned to ask.
“They’re my friends, here to tag along. Your friends can come, but mine can’t?”
“Fine.”
He Peng smirked and looked at Su Yang again. “What’s your name, brother?”
“Su Yang.”
“Su Yang, got it.”
He paused with a sly grin. “Nice pick with the GT3 RS. But whether you can unlock its full potential is another story.”
“No need for you to worry about that, Brother He. You’ll find out soon enough,” Su Yang replied with a smile.
“Good, I’ll be watching closely.”
Fifteen minutes later, everyone left the pit room. The seven women in ultra-short skirts ran up to the grandstand to cheer for He Peng.
“Definitely a cheerleading squad.” Su Yang glanced at the stands, then quickly strode toward the GT3 RS.
“Let’s get started. How many laps are we running?” Su Yang looked at He Peng as he walked over.
“Five laps. No need to run too many—five laps will do.”
“Fine, works for me. Let’s go. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can scram.” Su Yang pulled open the car door and climbed inside.
“Brother Su, no helmet? This is a race after all.”
“I don’t need one. Hurry up—no dragging your feet. We agreed on two o’clock, and now it’s two thirty.”
“My apologies. I didn’t realize Brother Su was so eager. Alright, I’m getting in now. I’ll run those five laps as fast as I can, so you can clock out early.”
Su Yang glanced at He Peng. “Good. I hope you can keep that promise.”
“Haha, I will.” There was a hint of mockery in He Peng’s laughter. He shook his head and turned to walk toward his own car.
In his eyes, Su Yang was nothing but a disposable pawn. Some random guy dared to race him—He had no idea where that confidence came from.
Though He Peng felt somewhat beneath him to compete with Su Yang, he couldn’t back out now that the deal was made.
Besides, if he won the race, Qin Su would agree to be his girlfriend. So he didn’t bother to say more, walked over to his car, pulled open the door, and got in.
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orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
