He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 93 - 93 091 The God of the Racetrack Xie Shang (Second

Chapter 93: 091: The God of the Racetrack, Xie Shang (Second Release) Chapter 93: 091: The God of the Racetrack, Xie Shang (Second Release) There was a mountain-racing circuit atop Wangbei Mountain, a track winding around the mountain spanning a total of 11 kilometers, making it the longest in the country, hosting many professional races.

One particular feature that set the Wangbei Mountain track apart was that it was the only place in the country where it was legal to host a charity “car lottery” event. The organizer was appointed from above, but the drivers weren’t restricted in any way.

Before the race, the organizers would issue a certain amount of car lottery tickets, which fans could choose to purchase. However, the proceeds from the lottery wouldn’t go to the fans, the organizers, or the drivers, but would instead be donated to charitable organizations under the names of the people who bought the lottery tickets. This was a form of entertainment for charity, so it received a lot of support from above, and many sponsors keen on a good reputation participated in it every three years.

Wen Changling learned about the charity event from a billboard at the foot of the mountain.

There was security at the entrance, so Wen Changling walked over and asked, “Hello, how can I get inside?”

The security guard gave directions: “Buy a ticket on the right.”

Wen Changling went to the right.

There was a kiosk on the right, with an older woman sitting inside.

“Hello, I’d like to buy a ticket.”

The older woman operated the computer for a while, then turned her head and asked, “All the tickets in front of the grandstand are sold out, only the last row is available, do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Scan the code, three hundred and eighty.”

Wen Changling scanned the code and paid.

While lining up to enter, Wen Changling overheard two girls in front of her, both dressed prettily and holding parasols.

The girl in a yellow dress was holding a small fan: “There are so many people today.”

“Of course, the Season God is here.”

“Who’s the Season God?”

Wen Changling had nothing better to do, so she listened in.

The girl in a black camisole informed the girl in the yellow dress: “The god of the imperial racing circuit.” She giggled, “It’s just a nickname we female fans came up with, but his skills are really good. The Season God rarely participates in public races. Have you noticed how many girls are here today to watch the race? They’re all here for the Season God.”

“Is he really handsome?”

I didn’t get a good look at his

girl in the yellow dress was somewhat skeptical:

racing circuit was

the circle say, the Season God doesn’t mix with the professional scene much and prefers extreme racing. You know about the Deadly Nine Turns? The Season God holds the record for the fastest lap. In the GT race

girl in the yellow dress asked, “Then he’s a sure

black camisole said, “But if you bet on him losing, and he really loses,

Changling knew about this making

one lottery ticket, and if you won with ten tickets, you could exchange them for a red rose with

of the Season God

bet on

looking for a

Seeking thrill in risk.

it made sense, so she bought ten tickets betting on the Season

outer field from the grandstand, but there were huge electronic screens around the grandstand that broadcasted the race live from the outer field. After passing the nine turns in the outer field, the racers would enter the inner field, where

grandstands all around could accommodate five thousand people. The billboard said that

for Xie Shang. She knew that Xie Shang was a racer, so he wouldn’t be in the

the black camisole sat in the

is

“Number 04.”

names came up, displayed on the massive electronic screen, Number 04, Ji. The screen cut to a

Female fans screamed.

Ah, so noisy.

racers started entering the track, Wen Changling’s left ear began to hurt because the noise was too loud.

live, and the commentator was excited. The battle on the treacherous Wangbei Curve could be

screens, Wen Changling didn’t know

their speed was at least over two hundred miles per hour. The red Number 88 wanted to overtake after the turn and swung the steering wheel to the right. Its rear wheel collided with the front wheel of the yellow Number 24 on the right, causing Number 88 to skid sideways. It got hit by Number

Changling had such a direct experience of the

stood up. Number 04’s car appeared on the screen straight ahead. From this moment on, the commentator’s

racers primarily because it had steep inclines, very steep. Not many dared to lock their throttle and skim the ground while flying over the Wangbei Curves, but Number 04 did through three turns, taking off and landing

electronic screen switched off the image, drawing suspense about which car would be the first to

it comes,

she couldn’t see; the girl in front of her was standing and blocking

front shouted, “04! It’s