Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 242

“Holy crap!”

Ghoul’s eyes went wide as he saw the figure on the screen. He let go of Kurt’s leg and rubbed his eyes furiously, hardly daring to believe it. “It’s really J! That legend finally showed up!”

“Aaargh!” Kurt cried out in pain as his leg was abruptly released.

“Sorry, sorry!” Ghoul snapped back to reality at the pained shout and scrambled to help him.

“Who?” Kurt, drenched in a cold sweat, grabbed a fistful of Ghoul’s hair, his excitement overriding the pain. “Who did you say is here?”

“J,” Ghoul yelped, feeling his scalp protest as he was pulled into a contorted position.

Kurt stared at the big screen, where the racer’s name was now displayed: J.

He had heard the legends about J but had never seen J in person. He never imagined their first meeting would be under these circumstances. Suddenly, his two broken legs felt entirely worth it.

“How did J know you were in trouble? The timing is perfect,” Ghoul wondered aloud. Less than half an hour had passed between Kurt's accident and J's appearance.

“Never mind that,” Kurt finally calmed down, his voice strained with pain. “Get the doctor in here, I think I’m gonna pass out.”

Ghoul scoffed. “Weren’t you just screaming about getting back to the race?”

Thankfully, J had appeared. Otherwise, he had no doubt this idiot would have actually tried to race with two broken legs.

“But still…” Ghoul frowned, his gaze fixed on J with concern. “J hasn’t raced in three years. What if J’s skills are rusty?”

The track was unfamiliar to J, and then there was the car... For a racer, the car was a critical factor in winning or losing.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Melvin said, breaking the silence. And he meant it. He finally had a way to convince J to take Juniper on as a student.

“You’re celebrating a bit too soon,” Juniper replied, turning her head slightly, her voice casual.

Melvin froze. Did he hear that right? It sounded like a woman’s.

As she walked past the Yalania Country lane, Juniper paused, her gaze sweeping over the three men. Through her visor, her eyes were like ice.

The three of them swallowed hard, a nervous tension gripping them. It was J, the god of the racing world. Every race J entered, J won.

But even the greatest skill in the world couldn’t save you from a car designed to fail. If they weren't mistaken, today’s biggest headline would be: J Dies in Fiery Crash.

A triumphant smirk appeared on all three of their faces.