So It Wasn't a Joke After All

Just past the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the festive atmosphere in Jiangcheng hadn't completely faded. However, inside the Jiangcheng International Circuit located in the suburbs, the adrenaline-pumping roar of engines was already resounding.

Today was the first day of Wan Xinyue's official closed-door training for her racing license.

An exceptionally low-key yet luxurious black Rolls-Royce Cullinan parked outside the VIP lane of the racetrack.

Su Bai pushed open the car door and stepped out, leading Wan Xinyue, who was wearing a custom-made racing suit.

Actually, Su Bai wasn't just here to accompany her for the test today; he had also signed up himself in passing.

Previously on Mount Tianrong, he had driven that Koenigsegg and utterly crushed a group of Jiangcheng's top-tier rich kids. His driving skills could be described as world-shocking.

But afterward, Su Bai realized that although he possessed god-level driving skills granted by the system, strictly speaking, he was still an unlicensed wild racing god in the realm of professional tracks.

Since he was going to accompany Wan Xinyue in playing with cars, conveniently getting an FIA (Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile) certified professional racing license was the logical next step.

This was nothing but a piece of cake for Su Bai.

Xia Lin, who had received her orders early on, demonstrated her terrifying network and execution skills as a top-tier assistant.

Not only did she directly book an entire professional track at the Jiangcheng International Circuit, but she also spent heavily to invite a recently retired domestic racer, Coach Zhang, to be their private coach.

"Young Master Su! I've looked forward to meeting you for a long time!"

As soon as the door to the VIP lounge was pushed open, Coach Zhang, wearing a professional racing suit, immediately came forward. He respectfully extended both hands to Su Bai, keeping his posture extremely low.

As a figure at the top of the pyramid in Jiangcheng's racing circle, how could Coach Zhang not have heard of Su Bai's name?

A few days ago, on the night of the third day of the Lunar New Year, the mountain race that shocked the entire circle of second-generation heirs in Jiangcheng had long been spread as a legendary tale.

The mysterious big shot who drove the black ghost Koenigsegg, leaving a bunch of Ferraris and McLarens so far behind they couldn't even see his taillights, was exactly this excessively young Young Master Su standing right in front of him!

In the extremely hardcore, strength-based circle of racing, someone with such heaven-defying driving skills was enough to win the absolute respect of any professional racer.

"You're too polite, Coach Zhang," Su Bai shook his hand, his tone easygoing. "Xia Lin should have told you about my situation. I'm just going through the motions to get a license in passing. My main purpose is to bring my girlfriend to learn how to drive."

As Su Bai spoke, he turned slightly, revealing Wan Xinyue who was following behind him.

Coach Zhang naturally cast his gaze toward the girlfriend Young Master Su mentioned. However, upon seeing her, this experienced retired champion couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.

The Wan Xinyue before him was wearing an extremely expensive, custom-made Sparco one-piece fireproof racing suit.

Logically speaking, to provide safety and room for movement, racing suits were usually designed to be rather loose and bulky.

But worn by Wan Xinyue, it created an extremely strong contrast and visual impact.

Because her frame was simply too petite, yet her proud D-cup assets were far too abundant.

As a result, the waist of this one-piece suit was cinched extremely tight, small enough to grasp with one hand; meanwhile, the fabric over her chest was propped up high. With the zipper pulled up to her collarbone, it was so tight that it looked as if it would burst open at any moment.

Paired with her pure, well-behaved, and even slightly quiet and shy pretty face...

Coach Zhang sighed inwardly: Well, this is just a delicate, cute girl who came to the track to take some pretty photos for her social media feed and casually experience the thrill of speed!

He had seen too many cases of wealthy young masters bringing their canaries to the racetrack to experience life.

As soon as he let her get in the car and run two laps, letting her slightly feel the G-force during braking, this little girl would probably turn pale with fright and clamor to get out.

"This must be Miss Wan, right?" Coach Zhang's face still maintained a professional smile. "It's fine, girls are usually quite nervous when they first come into contact with racing. Today, we'll start with a modified Golf GTI training car. The main focus will be practicing the racing lines and perceiving the braking points."

Hearing that it was a Golf GTI, this hit exactly upon Wan Xinyue's favorite hot hatch type. A gleam of excitement instantly flashed through her watery eyes, and she nodded vigorously.

Putting on the helmet, she buckled the six-point seatbelt.

Wan Xinyue sat in the driver's seat, Coach Zhang sat in the passenger seat to guide her and handle the secondary brake, while Su Bai stood leisurely in front of the monitor screens in the pit lane watching.

"Miss Wan, shift into gear, let's drive out of the pit lane slowly first..."

Coach Zhang hadn't even finished his sentence.

"Vroom—!"

The moment she gripped the suede steering wheel, Wan Xinyue's entire aura changed abruptly.

Those originally pure and well-behaved eyes instantly became incredibly sharp and focused. With a stomp on the accelerator, this track-modified hot hatch let out a crisp roar and shot out of the pit lane like an arrow released from a bow, directly merging onto the track!

"Hey, hey! Slow down, slow down, the first U-turn is up ahead!" Coach Zhang in the passenger seat jumped in fright and instinctively wanted to step on the secondary brake.

However, the next second, he completely froze.

The 100-meter board! The 50-meter board!

Wan Xinyue showed no signs of slowing down. It wasn't until she approached the absolute limit braking point of the corner that she decisively slammed the brakes to the floor!

The front of the car dipped violently, the front wheels biting hard into the ground. Accompanied by perfect trail braking, Wan Xinyue turned the steering wheel with extreme precision, the nose of the car clipping the red-and-white curbs at the apex almost perfectly!

Exiting the corner, the steering wheel returned to center, full throttle!

The entire sequence of movements was as smooth as flowing water, without a single unnecessary correction, let alone the hesitant, jerky feeling typical of a novice in a corner.

"Holy shit..."

Coach Zhang gripped the roll cage on the door tightly, his eyes wide as saucers.

For the rest of the lap, the Golf GTI weaved through the track like a swimming dragon.

Wan Xinyue had an extremely sharp perception of the vehicle's weight transfer. In the continuous S-curves, the rhythm of every turn of her steering wheel hit the most perfect node.

It was an almost cold-blooded calmness, combined with a top-tier talent that was practically spoon-fed to her by the heavens!

After finishing five laps, the car, carrying the burnt smell radiating from the brake discs, stopped steadily back in the pit lane.

Wan Xinyue took off her helmet. Her originally fair cheeks were flushed with an alluring redness due to excitement and focus. A few strands of sweat-soaked hair clung to her forehead, and her proud chest, tightly wrapped in the racing suit, was heaving violently.

"Brother Su Bai!" She pushed open the car door, looking at Su Bai with sparkling eyes, like a little girl waiting for praise after scoring full marks on a test.

Before Su Bai could even speak, the passenger door was violently pushed open.

The retired champion, Coach Zhang, stumbled out of the car. Not even bothering to take off his helmet, he rushed straight in front of Su Bai, his face full of fanaticism, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Young Master Su! A genius! This is absolutely a one-in-a-million genius!"

Coach Zhang pointed at Wan Xinyue, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, looking at her as if she were a rare treasure. All of his previous perfunctory attitude and stereotypes were completely gone.

"I, Zhang Hai, have been in the racing scene for twenty years and have trained countless rookies in youth camps. But I swear on my championship title, she is the most talented girl with the sharpest feel for a car I have ever seen in my life! Bar none!"

"Young Master Su, if you really let her race professionally, within two years, she will absolutely shatter every single record in the national women's division!"

Listening to the professional racer's almost frantic praise, Su Bai looked at Wan Xinyue's pretty face, which was a mix of shyness and pride.

He stepped forward and ruffled her hair. "What do you say?"

"I... I don't want to go pro. Just being able to have fun with Brother Su Bai is enough for me!"

It seemed that what Wan Xinyue cared about most was having something in common with Su Bai.

Su Bai couldn't help but feel deeply gratified.

It looked like work on Yueyue's custom-built hot hatch needed to get started right away.