Chapter 43 - 43: 43: She is just sure she won’t lose!
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Her words left everyone present stunned.
“Not bad, this chick seems professional. You can’t possibly be Yuye’s fan, secretly investigating him, right? Even if you could find out all this, I still advise you not to make a fuss, you can’t beat him! Be careful not to hurt yourself!”
Rong Yan ignored him and looked directly at the man three ters away, tossing her helt to him, “The bet is simple, if you lose you have to do sothing for ; if I lose, I’ll give you the contact details of the SUZUKI GSX1300R Hayabusa collector!”
The motorcycle she spoke of was a superbike designed and produced by SUZUKI in 1999, only six units globally, and with five damaged, only one still exists in the world.
This limited-edition motorcycle is definitely sothing those who are into bikes dream of!
Zhong Yuye finally beca interested, catching the helt Rong Yan threw with one hand. His slender, half-closed phoenix eyes and tea-colored pupils reflecting her image, he asked, “Are you sure you have the contact information?”
He didn’t distrust her, but mainly because the bike was too hard to find. He had utilized all his contacts and yet failed to determine who had the bike.
“Beat
first, then we’ll talk!” Rong Yan hooked up the corner of her mouth, donned her helt first, and revved the throttle.
“Hah,” Zhong Yuye had never seen a woman like her before, raised his eyebrows, initially not very interested but now evidently intrigued. He put on the helt Rong Yan gave him and said, “Seeing as you’re a woman, I’ll give you a two-minute head start, so you don’t lose too disgracefully.”
“Well, thank you for that,” Rong Yan said without a trace of red on her face or a skipped heartbeat, showing no interest in ‘arguing’ about gender equality or the like.
Why not take the two-minute advantage if soone was offering?
For a motorcycle race where one lap determines the winner, every second counts.
Originally, when she said she knew the contact details for the motorcycle collector, she was lying; she didn’t know, she was just certain she wouldn’t lose! Naturally, she wouldn’t need the so-called contact details if she didn’t lose!
“You ti it yourself!”
As her voice fell, the white motorcycle shot out like a bolt of lightning!
A few people watched, dumbfounded, and couldn’t help but ask the man tuning the throttle, “Yuye, are you really going to bet against her?”
“Isn’t it interesting?”
The man who had finished tuning the machine turned his head, glanced at his friend, and asked, “How long now?”
“Exactly two minutes.”
The black Battle Axe chased out at the sa ti—
Just as the race had ended today and many people were preparing to leave, suddenly they saw a white and a black bike zooming out again, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.
“What’s going on? Why did KK zoom out?”
“I heard apparently so unknown young girl publicly challenged KK, and KK accepted the challenge.”
“Young girl? Haha, probably hasn’t even grown all her hair yet and dares to gamble with racing. It’d be embarrassing if she accidentally raced off a cliff.”
“Hahaha, probably another brainless female fan. Rember that girl who took her family’s motorcycle, slapped on heavy makeup, thought she was the Akina Mountain Car God in front of KK to make a statent, and ended up so devastated that she couldn’t even recognize her mother?”
Even though no one thought well of Rong Yan’s chances of winning, the novelty of a new race still attracted quite a few bets on Zhong Yuye winning.
The odds even reached 1000:1 at one point.
Only a few people, with the mindset of betting on the underdog, put one or two hundred bucks on Rong Yan.
Everyone waited to see the birth of a new joke..
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