The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 318 - 254

Rong Zhi, amidst countless cheers, took the microphone handed to her by the comntator, her cold white slender index finger lightly resting on her thin lips, emitting a very soft and low syllable.

"Shh."

Her serene voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone.

Everyone quieted down because of this sound.

After a brief mont of surprise, they imitated her gesture, placing a finger on their lips, letting out a soft "shh."

The whole place fell silent.

The comntator and the photographer next to her froze.

They probably had never seen such a grand scene, regardless of whether the spectators inside were her fans, at this mont, they all chose to be silent.

The comntator’s hand trembled repeatedly holding the microphone.

Perhaps, it’s because she is Little Ying God.

Only she could have such a great influence and appeal.

Rong Zhi’s lips curled slightly, her enchanting and captivating eyes bright and dazzling under the flashing lights, she spoke seriously and politely with a hint of imperceptible amusent:

"Long ti no see."

Long ti no see, I am back.

Thank you for still waiting.

The fans imdiately burst into tears, their tears gushing like a broken dam.

"Long ti no see!!!"

The unified and orderly chant pierced the sky.

Rong Zhi chuckled lightly, savoring the mont that belonged to her.

Whether it was a year ago on the racetrack or now, as long as she stood here, no one could overshadow her brilliance. Perhaps, only the next ’Little Ying God’ could attempt to break her legend.

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Zhao Mai withdrew his gaze, patted the stiff shoulder of Blute beside him, and said solemnly, "Let’s go."

Tonight’s race, they lost completely.

From sponsors to live streaming companies, to race drivers, RX Team was no match for Phoemix Team.

Rong Zhi... Little Ying God...

Zhao Mai repeated this na in his heart, full of regret.

He used to think Rong Zhi climbed into Ethan’s bed, now it seems he was terribly mistaken.

Blute regretted deeply too, if he had known Rong Zhi was Little Ying God, he wouldn’t have confronted her!

Now he ended up with nothing, both losing the lady and suffering the army’s defeat!

The final race ranking was announced.

Phoemix Team unchallengedly took the championship, with a total ti that amazed everyone.

Rong Zhi’s personal ti results were leading with more than six and a half minutes faster than everyone else!

Break past the record she set last year, becoming a unique miracle in the history of racing competitions!

The race had just ended, Ethan’s private phone was already ringing non-stop.

All the calls were about sponsoring Phoemix Team endorsents, he listened to the companies on the other side discussing collaborations with great kindness, his smile almost reaching the back of his ears.

From obscurity to fa, it took only one night.

On the award podium, Rong Zhi stood in the center, raising the first-place trophy high above her head.

This was the first shot fired by Phoemix Team’s return to the competition, and they achieved the most beautiful result.

Cheers spread to every corner.

Sophiron laughed until his eyes turned red, and inier with his explosive temper cried while hugging Chi Tian.

"Chi Tian... We did it, we avenged..."

Chi Tian patted his shoulder, his voice choking with an acknowledging sound.

After the personal speech, Rong Zhi handed the trophy to Ying Hengyu.

The young man held it tightly, his hands tense, laying a precious kiss on the trophy.

His long-cherished dream of the international racetrack, this was just the beginning.

The event host saw that Rong Zhi had sothing to say, and hurriedly handed the microphone to everyone.

Rong Zhi nodded slightly to her, her thin lips lightly parted and closed: "I am very happy to et you again, thank you for not giving up on racing, and on Phoemix, all along."

She usually spoke little, simply because she hadn’t t the need to say more.

The youth’s voice had a slight hoarseness, yet it didn’t stop its pleasant tone, like aged wine, cold yet intoxicating.

"I’m sorry for retiring last year due to injury and the lack of updates, causing you to worry." She smiled faintly, "But, you have not let down, the mbers of Phoemix have not let down either."

She implied that she was recuperating, unaware of last year’s fatal car accident rumors, yet she had never thought of giving up racing, never thought of abandoning them.

She had always been here.

As Rong Zhi spoke, her eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, "Thank you for still being here, in the future, let’s continue to walk with Phoemix."

She put down the microphone, bowed slightly, expressing her sincerity and respect to everyone.

Youths flamboyant and rebellious, willing to bend their proud bones for those who passionately support them.

The other four also bowed in unison to show their thanks.

The interior fell into silence, a spontaneous leader applauded first, and began calling out the team mbers’ nas.

Resounding voices erged, containing unspeakable heartfelt love.

In Tianchen dia’s live streaming room, those car fans who couldn’t be there in person directly turned their inner excitent into a barrage of comnts.

"I really love Ying Jiu, she stands here, doing nothing, her entire being is enough to capture all the joy I have inside."

"Please Phoemix must continue, must keep going!! The next world championship surely belongs to Phoemix!!"

"Little Ying God, take a good rest, no rush, as long as you’re safe, we’ll all be here waiting for you to return!"

"..."

Ethan stood below the stage, both crying and laughing, causing Cheng Sijia to wonder if he had gone mad from being too happy.

Ying Yunlin who hurriedly arrived looked at the scene in front of him, his throat slightly moved, letting out a long sigh.

Bai Su stood beside him, waiting for the youth to co down from the stage, he took a few large steps forward to approach him.

Opening his arms, those attractive peach blossom eyes narrowed, openly scanning the teen’s delicate and pretty face, slipping inch by inch from the brow bone to the thin lips, moist and pink, inexplicably stirring the deep hidden restlessness in the heart.

His gaze gradually deepened, he smiled, "Can I congratulate you now?"

Rong Zhi glanced at the cara behind him, then took a few steps forward, stepping into his territory range, wrapping her arm around his lean waist, giving a cooperative humming sound, "You can."

This scene wasn’t captured by cara, Ying Hengyu and the others completely blocked the cara.

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After the conclusion of the F1 Formula Race, the tag of Little Ying God returning to the race hit international trending searches. Her race footage was clipped online, anyone who watched couldn’t help but exclaim, Amazing!

Knowing about the online frenzy, Rong Zhi didn’t bother to hack into the trending searches to delete videos, she treated it as providing publicity for Phoemix.

Outside, the sky was bright and sunny, large patches of golden sunlight shone through the glass windows, warming the room, dispelling the chill, Rong Zhi squinted from the glare, a light laugh ca from above her head.

"Sleep any longer and the sun will shine on your butt."

Rong Zhi pursed her lips, lying on the bed too lazy to move.

Bai Su curled his lips, gently brushed aside the stray hair on her forehead, then pressed it against her forehead.

These days nearing her physiological period require extra attention, to avoid being caught off guard.

"Eat sothing first," he said while having Jiang Gujun fetch so dicinal cuisine, "Should I carry you there?"