Chapter 111: The Final Ten Laps!

The girl was stunned for a moment, clearly never having encountered such a situation before. She shook her head instinctively.

“No way, I still have to go to work.”

Zhao Shutong asked, “Work? How much do you make a day?”

The girl replied, “A hundred yuan.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shutong nearly lost her mind.

“The money I’m giving you is enough for you to live a whole year without working, sis! Are you kidding me? This is a pie falling from the sky!”

The girl still insisted, “No, I love going to work.”

Zhao Shutong upped the ante: “Twenty times!”

The girl immediately hopped off the scooter, shoved the keys into Zhao Shutong’s hand, and swiftly pulled out her phone, flashing her payment code.

“Deal! Scan here!”

Zhao Shutong pointed her phone at the QR code to complete the payment, then tossed the keys to Xiong Yibai.

“Yibai! You drive!”

Xiong Yibai caught the keys and climbed onto the electric scooter.

Zhao Shutong jumped on the back seat and shouted, “Hurry, let’s go!”

Xiong Yibai twisted the throttle, and the little electric scooter carried the two of them, weaving nimbly through the gaps in the stalled traffic and along the edge of the sidewalk.

They sped along like the wind and finally burst out of the most congested section. The grand stadium of the racetrack was now clearly visible.

The two abandoned the scooter and rushed toward the VIP entrance.

The closer they got, the more uneasy Zhao Shutong felt. Panting, she asked,

“Yibai, what if… what if that obstructive staff member is still there and absolutely refuses to let us in?”

Xiong Yibai glanced sideways at Zhao Shutong, her lips curving upward.

“This time, he’ll definitely let us in.”

“Huh? Why are you so sure?” Zhao Shutong was puzzled.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

Xiong Yibai teased her with the suspense and quickened her pace.

Sure enough, as soon as they reached the VIP entrance, the staff member who had stopped them before immediately noticed the pair. He stepped forward to block them, his tone impatient.

“You two again? How many times do I have to tell you? Once time’s up, no entry! It’s the rule, you…”

Before he could finish, Xiong Yibai raised her hand and clapped once.

In an instant, seven or eight tall, upright men emerged swiftly from some corner, half-encircling the staff member. Several gazes filled with overwhelming pressure locked onto him.

The lead bodyguard took half a step forward.

“Sir, please step aside.”

Another bodyguard quickly followed up.

“There’s no place our young miss wants to enter that she can’t.”

The staff member was startled by the display, his scolding words stuck in his throat.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead—

This lineup was even more synchronized than a black gang’s entrance in the movies!

He glanced at these bodyguards with their towering two-meter-plus auras, then at Xiong Yibai’s faintly amused expression, and thought about his monthly salary of a few thousand yuan…

Why risk his life for this pittance?

The impatience vanished from his face without a trace, replaced by a fawning smile.

“L-La-Ladies! And these big brothers! Please, come in! Right this way! Just now… I misunderstood the situation. It was all a misunderstanding!”

As he spoke, he hurriedly signaled his dumbfounded colleague nearby to lift the barrier, afraid of being even a second late.

“Quick! Little Li, escort these distinguished guests to their box! Make sure the service is top-notch!”

Under the staff member’s guidance, the two finally entered the stadium smoothly and hurried toward the VIP Box.

Meanwhile, on the track, the race entered its white-hot final phase—the last ten laps!

The commentators’ booth was at fever pitch.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The final ten laps! The championship battle is in the countdown! Feng Miwan still leads, but Song Zhe sticks to her like a shadow, the gap always within 0.5 seconds!”

“That’s right! Any tiny mistake will doom the whole race! And don’t forget, both drivers’ tires are in the exhaustion phase—this is the ultimate test of control!”

Jiang Chengfeng had also shed his earlier chatty playfulness. He knew the championship was out of his reach, but his task was equally daunting—

Hold third place and block the attacks from behind.

The final showdown between Feng Miwan and Song Zhe officially began!

Song Zhe’s racecar used the slipstream to pull alongside again at the end of the long straight. The two cars entered the corner side by side!

“Here it comes again! The classic end-of-straight battle! Can Song Zhe make it this time?”

“Feng Miwan’s defense is too solid! She left almost no space on the inside line!”

Song Zhe was forced to take a wider exit line, losing a bit of time, but he immediately closed the gap in the following high-speed S-bend with more aggressive throttle control!

“This dogfight reminds us of those legendary duels! Every corner is a fight for life!”

The commentator’s voice grew hoarse with excitement.

The stands were in complete uproar; everyone stood up involuntarily.

In the VIP Box, Feng Miwan’s parents stopped questioning Ren Queyue. They gripped their hands tightly, as did Xiong Yibai’s parents and Ren Queyue, all holding their breath.

The race entered the final five laps!

Song Zhe growled over the radio,

“The tires are almost done—this is my last chance!”

He chose an unconventional overtaking spot—

The second bend in a series of medium-speed corners, risking it all to force into the inside line!

The tires of the two cars nearly collided! Sparks seemed about to fly!

The commentator cried out,

“Dangerous! Too dangerous! That move was over the line!”

Feng Miwan felt the pressure from the side. She calmly countered the steering slightly to avoid collision but clamped down on the exit line, refusing to yield any overtaking room.

The other commentator was practically roaring,

“He’s past half a car length, but Feng Miwan holds the line! Her exit speed is faster! She reclaims the position!!”

This failed, all-or-nothing overtake had exhausted Song Zhe’s racecar’s final potential and consumed the last of his tire grip.

In the next two laps, he still followed closely but could no longer mount an effective attack.

The final lap!

The roar of the crowd swelled into a massive wave; everyone knew the champion was about to be crowned!

Feng Miwan’s Maple Leaf Red Racecar streaked like a red lightning bolt, leading across the start line to begin the victory lap!

Song Zhe’s deep blue racecar trailed close behind, but the gap had widened to over one second.

Jiang Chengfeng’s fluorescent green racecar held steady in third.

“Feng Miwan! Feng Miwan! She did it! She withstood all the pressure! She’s about to cross the line!”

The commentator’s voice brimmed with exhilaration and respect.

Amid countless flashing lights and deafening cheers,

That Maple Leaf Red Racecar

Blasted across the finish line first at full speed!

“Champion! Feng Miwan! She’s the champion! Rong City Station champion! And the annual overall champion! The Rain Battle Goddess is crowned queen today!!”

“Boom—!”

The entire stadium plunged into madness!

Red flags waved wildly!