Chapter 440: 173 your answer has been recorded as the standard answer! (Second update)_1
 

The girl’s face on the big screen was magnified.

Her cool, slender fingers held a helmet, with a wisp of red visible on her wrist. Even through the distant lens, one could feel the tension in her entire being.

A swagger unique to her age.

At the starting track, the crowd fell silent for a moment before cheers erupted suddenly, like a rolling heatwave.

It was uncommon to see female riders on the racetrack, even more rare to see one with such strength, especially a third kind—

One that was so good-looking!

“Xu, that was amazing!” Chael’s deep brown eyes burst with intense color as he excitedly turned to Xu Nanjing beside him, “Oh, your sister is really so surprising!”

Chael laughed heartily as he patted Xu Nanjing’s shoulder, “You people from Flower Country are just too humble!”

He used several exclamation points to express his astonishment and satisfaction.

The last two laps of the duel were a feast for motorcycle enthusiasts.

Xu Nanjing caught on, and he replied to Chael with a smile, “I’m glad you liked it.”

His expression was calm, but inside, Xu Nanjing felt like a drop of water in a frying pan.

“Of course,” Chael looked toward the finish line, “Does your sister have time? I’d like to meet her.”

“She,” said Xu Nanjing as he saw that Jiang Fulai was no longer there, and apologetically told Chael, “She’s in her senior year of high school, making time to come was already difficult, she needs to return to do her schoolwork.”

“That’s too bad, Xu. Let’s then talk about the collaboration,” Chael persisted enthusiastically.

The red car belonged to Chael’s team and won first place. Chael was very satisfied, propelling the collaboration that Xu Nanjing had in mind right onto the agenda.

The two returned to the VIP room, and behind them, Xiao Bingwen and Xiao Yilei exchanged glances, seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes, “Miss Bai, she…”

Xiao Yilei couldn’t find the right adjective and ended up with just one word, “She’s fierce.”

Xiao Bingwen reminisced about those unruly eyes on the big screen and exhaled deeply.

“But… this time it seems we’ve turned a mishap into a blessing,” Xiao Yilei gripped his fist, looking at Xiao Bingwen with excitement, “The third young master has secured the collaboration!”

After Guo Huai left, someone informed Chael, which displeased him, and then Bai Lian emerged out of the blue, showcasing a classic bend press in the last two tracks, performing with such stellar technique right behind the red car…

With all these factors in play, an elated Chael agreed to Xu Nanjing’s terms.

If Guo Huai had not left and everything had proceeded as usual, Chael wouldn’t have agreed so quickly, and it would’ve taken at least another month of negotiations.

“After today, her status in Nanjing’s heart might surpass that of Xu Jinyi,” Xiao Bingwen commented softly.

With Jiang Fulai around, very much to Xu Nanjing’s liking, skilled in motorcycles, securing a deal with Chael…

Xiao Bingwen thought, it might no longer be a “might.”

The title of “Miss” of Xingjiang District, owned by Xu Jinyi, might have to make way for Bai Lian after she entered Jiangjing.

Not far off.

In the crowd, the class monitor of the eighth class came to his senses and nudged Chen Zhu beside him, “Chen, that… that’s Bai Lian, right?”

But the screen now displayed a defiant, self-indulgent face, and he hesitated to recognize it.

Chen Zhu stared at the screen, which now showed an advertisement, and said nothing.

**

Bai Lian returned to the rest area over here.

Jiang Fulai was already waiting for her at the door after the bend press, her mood was good and she took off the hair tie from the back of her head, reaching out to him, “Where’s the hairpin?”

Obviously, she couldn’t wear the hairpins with a helmet, so Bai Lian had Jiang Fulai remove them.

Jiang Fulai still looked aloof and serene; even in casual white clothes, he exuded an air of refined elegance.

His fingers pinched two wooden hairpins, eyes downcast, signaling Bai Lian to sit.

Bai Lian sat on the sofa, with Jiang Fulai standing behind her. His articulate fingers threaded through her black hair, his movements slow and methodical, gathering a bunch of hair smoothly.

“Do you know how?” Bai Lian felt him fiddling with her hair and leaned back slightly onto the sofa, a hint of doubt in her voice.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai responded nonchalantly with downturned eyes, tying half of the hair behind her back. The first attempt wasn’t smooth, but by the second, he’d found his rhythm.

“I just watched it,” Jiang Fulai twirled the dark hair around the wooden pin, his movements gentle, his voice soft, “the process was very cool.”

His earnest compliment.

Bai Lian lounged lazily on the sofa, not rushing him.

“But…” Jiang Fulai gently inserted the hairpin into her hair, it was loose but anyhow bound together, then he paused and picked up the second hairpin, “it’s very dangerous.”