Rich Parents Found Me After I Got a Tycoon System? Yeah, I'm Not Interested novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Backing Out?

"Hmph! Running your mouth is all you’re good for. Don’t come crying when you lose, looking for a shoulder to lean on!"

The race was about to start, but Feng Dong still found time to taunt Yun Zijin.

Yun Zijin ignored him, giving Sheng Yang a reassuring glance before deftly sliding into the driver’s seat of the Sielle.

The two cars, one white and one black, slowly stopped behind the starting line. The Fengxing Club’s referee was in position. He swiftly swung the black and white flag downward as a whistle blew.

Yun Zijin slammed on the gas the instant the race began. The Sielle’s acceleration was on full display; with just the initial launch, Yun Zijin had already pulled half a car’s length ahead of Feng Dong.

Resentment practically spilled from Feng Dong’s eyes. He floored the gas pedal, vowing to beat Yun Zijin.

After the start, Yun Zijin maintained a constant distance from the Lamborghini Gallardo behind her.

When Feng Dong sped up, Yun Zijin sped up. When Feng Dong slowed down, Yun Zijin slowed down.

Anyone who knew anything about racing could see that the Sielle was toying with the Lamborghini.

Inside his car, Feng Dong’s expression was so tense it was almost a snarl.

"Yun! Zi! Jin! I! Will! Not! Lose!"

In contrast, Yun Zijin in her Sielle was so relaxed that she even had the leisure to glance at her rearview mirror.

Seeing the Lamborghini Gallardo relentlessly pursuing her, the corners of Yun Zijin’s lips curled up slightly.

’These two cars have completely incomparable performance. If Feng Dong dared to race, he should have been prepared for me to utterly crush him.’

On the final lap, Yun Zijin gave the gas another push, and the distance between the Sielle and the Lamborghini began to widen significantly.

Even with his foot slammed to the floor, Feng Dong had almost no chance of turning the tables.

But how could Feng Dong accept losing to a woman he had just been so openly dismissive of? The desire to win grew into a stubborn obsession. He kept the pedal pinned to the floor, showing no intention of slowing down even as he approached a corner.

"What is Feng Dong doing? He’s not slowing down for the corner! Does he have a death wish?!"

In the stands, many people could tell something was wrong. Almost everyone’s attention was fixed on Feng Dong’s car.

Meanwhile, Yun Zijin had already crossed the finish line, setting a new record for the fastest lap time on Fengxing Club’s A1 track.

BANG!

The tremendous sound of an impact occurred at almost the exact same moment Yun Zijin crossed the finish line.

Only a scattered few people were still paying attention to Yun Zijin.

"What happened?"

Yun Zijin had just finished the race and was still in her car when the loud noise erupted, so she couldn’t see what had happened.

The referee at the finish line gave Yun Zijin a brief explanation of what had transpired, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"I’ll go take a look."

Human nature is to rubberneck. Yun Zijin got out of her car and hurried over to where the crowd had gathered.

"There was a crash. Is he okay?"

They were both wearing professional racing suits, complete with all sorts of protective gear. Inside the car, Feng Dong looked a little pale, but he was thankfully still conscious.

His Lamborghini Gallardo, however, would probably have to be sent to the dealership for repairs.

When Yun Zijin approached, Feng Dong locked his eyes on her. A smirk that wasn’t quite a smile played on his lips. "Wouldn’t you call this a dishonorable victory?"

’The words "go fuck yourself" were right on the tip of my tongue.’

"Mr. Feng, are you trying to go back on your word?

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