The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 317 - 253

"Hmm? You don’t know?" Ying Hengyu raised his eyebrows slightly, then realized, "Oh right, she was always fully ard on the track before, it’s normal you don’t rember, but her signature move, you definitely recognize."

He took out his phone from his pocket, played the racing video of Rong Zhi he had asked from Ying Yunlin back then, and pointed it at the cara.

On the screen was the video of Little Ying God reaching the summit for the first ti, he swiped his finger to switch to last year’s F3 Formula race in Beijing.

The perfect and stunning 360-degree turn was unparalleled.

The comntator’s eyes shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to disbelief.

The hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, he looked up suddenly, "It’s Little Ying God?!"

The photographer filming the video content was also a bit dazed, awakened by the sound, he asked similarly, "Is it really her?!"

It’s been a year, a whole year without seeing the god who once stood at the peak!

"It’s her..." Ying Hengyu paused, his voice slightly dry, "It’s her, she’s back."

The comntator was stunned, the photographer was stunned, even those in the audience listening to the sound from the speakers were stunned.

They all fell silent.

After a long ti, the comntator took a few deep breaths, glanced at several mbers of Phoemix, and then showed them the brightest smile of his career, asking, "Then, Ying, can we invite her for an interview? Just for a mont!"

He couldn’t control his excitent when he said this.

Ying Hengyu chuckled lightly and nodded, "She’s in the lounge, let make a call and have her co over."

The comntator readily agreed.

Ying Hengyu went to the side to make a call, while he began interviewing other drivers of the Phoemix Team.

"What do you think of the new team mber?"

"Good! Excellent! Extrely good!" inier responded loudly before Sophiron, the young face full of vigor and enthusiasm, "I’m very glad she’s our team’s vice-captain."

Comntator: "Oh? How so?"

"Hehe," inier scratched his head sheepishly and briefly described the competition where Rong Zhi completely overwheld him, "really, all our current progress is thanks to the vice-captain."

After a pause, he felt sothing was amiss and added, "Of course, the captain is also great, just not as good as the vice-captain, that’s all."

Sophiron echoed, "Yes, the captain provides funds, and the vice-captain leads us. With her, we’re invincible, we’re unbeatable!"

Chi Tian: "The vice-captain is the best!"

The ability of one person isn’t enough to astonish everyone, but the capability to lead the whole team to improve is enough to draw the world’s attention.

Hearing this, Blute and Zhao Mai’s faces turned grim.

They had already guessed who the person they had been teasing really was.

At this mont, they wished they could find a hole to crawl into, travel back in ti, and wake up their idiotic past selves.

"Comntator, Little Ying God is on the way over."

Comntator: "?!"

The mont the words fell, a clamor suddenly erupted across the entire race venue.

"Is it really Little Ying God?! Is it really her? Didn’t she announce her break long ago? How is she competing again?"

"...Wasn’t she in a car accident in last year’s June return race and declared deceased?"

In contrast to these dissenting voices, there were even more shouts of ecstatic joy.

"Whoa, my God! Is there sothing wrong with my ears!? Quick, quick, slap to let feel if this world is real!"

"Is it really Little Ying God? She’s back?!"

"Whoa, my idol, the idol who brought into racing! Ahhhh!!!"

In earlier years, the racing scene was quite bleak, held together only by a group of passionate enthusiasts, and it wasn’t popular in Hua Country; so even thought it was too risky, leading them to shy away despite their interest.

However, Hua Country still had many racing enthusiasts, persisting for their dreams, striving to step onto the world stage.

Ying Jiu was among them.

She erged unexpectedly, invited by the ATS Team captain as a Hua Country citizen to join the team, being the only real Hua Country representative in the O State circuit at the ti.

Back then, many people rejected this outsider.

She was scolded, spurned, and doubted.

Yet, she proved to everyone with her own strength—she could! She could achieve it!

What does a different race matter? She directly shattered societal prejudices, proving to everyone in the world that she was standing here with this identity today to take the trophy you all dread of!

She was rembered by everyone.

Her na was engraved in the racing world and imprinted in every racer’s heart.

Later, Little Ying God withdrew from races due to a leg injury, and last June, it broke out that she had died in a car accident, for which many people regretted.

Yet this didn’t stop them from continuing to follow the ATS Team because they firmly believed that once their god had rested enough, she would return to compete; their god wasn’t dead, just observing silently from an unknown place.

They were waiting, waiting for the revered one to return to the racing arena.

And that day had finally co.

Watching the person they hadn’t seen for a year, now taller, walking forward slowly without the familiar full-body armor, wearing the red and white team uniform of Phoemix, with a distinguished and unruly presence and a bold and unrestrained aura.

This was how it should be.

Little Ying God was supposed to stand in the highest position, receiving everyone’s cheers.

One year ago, if Little Ying God on the track was aloof and cold, then a year later, she seed to have retracted all the sharpness and replaced it with a calm and unhurried boldness.

Rong Zhi welcod everyone’s gaze, stepping forward to the spot the Phoemix team mbers had cleared for her.

She stood amidst the crowd, lifting her eyelids gently.

The photographer focused all the lenses on her.

On the screen, those fox-like eyes shrouded in a thin mist looked exquisite and beautiful, as if a ticulously carved artwork.

She glanced towards the audience, slightly raising an eyebrow when she saw soone holding a light sign and banner with her na on it.

The chill in her eyes was instantly softened.

And this exact gesture summoned the voices of the fans on site.

"Little Ying God!!! Ahhhhh!! I love you!!! My dream finally ca back!"

"She’s back."

"I’ve waited a whole year, a whole year for you to co back."

"I knew it, she definitely wouldn’t disappoint us, such a proud Little Ying God, how could she perish on the track."

If the fans of the forr ATS Team occupied half the racing world, then the fans of ATS’ vice-captain Ying Jiu encompassed all of it.

They were disappointed with the team but never with Little Ying God.

No matter what competition, they would always bring the support items for Little Ying God, just hoping for the day to once again welco her return.

At this mont, the support items with Little Ying God’s na occupied more than half the audience seats.

They cheered, shouting that na they had longed for deep within for a whole year.

So even couldn’t help crying, rending their hearts and lungs.

It was touching, it was gratitude.