He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Chapter 93 - 93 091 The God of the Racetrack Xie Shang (Second

?Chapter 93: 091: The God of the Racetrack, Xie Shang (Second Release) Chapter 93: 091: The God of the Racetrack, Xie Shang (Second Release) There was a mountain-racing circuit atop Wangbei Mountain, a track winding around the mountain spanning a total of 11 kilometers, making it the longest in the country, hosting many professional races.

One particular feature that set the Wangbei Mountain track apart was that it was the only place in the country where it was legal to host a charity “car lottery” event. The organizer was appointed from above, but the drivers weren’t restricted in any way.

Before the race, the organizers would issue a certain amount of car lottery tickets, which fans could choose to purchase. However, the proceeds from the lottery wouldn’t go to the fans, the organizers, or the drivers, but would instead be donated to charitable organizations under the names of the people who bought the lottery tickets. This was a form of entertainment for charity, so it received a lot of support from above, and many sponsors keen on a good reputation participated in it every three years.

Wen Changling learned about the charity event from a billboard at the foot of the mountain.

There was security at the entrance, so Wen Changling walked over and asked, “Hello, how can I get inside?”

The security guard gave directions: “Buy a ticket on the right.”

Wen Changling went to the right.

There was a kiosk on the right, with an older woman sitting inside.

“Hello, I’d like to buy a ticket.”

The older woman operated the computer for a while, then turned her head and asked, “All the tickets in front of the grandstand are sold out, only the last row is available, do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Scan the code, three hundred and eighty.”

Wen Changling scanned the code and paid.

While lining up to enter, Wen Changling overheard two girls in front of her, both dressed prettily and holding parasols.

The girl in a yellow dress was holding a small fan: “There are so many people today.”

“Of course, the Season God is here.”

“Who’s the Season God?”

Wen Changling had nothing better to do, so she listened in.

The girl in a black camisole informed the girl in the yellow dress: “The god of the imperial racing circuit.” She giggled, “It’s just a nickname we female fans came up with, but his skills are really good. The Season God rarely participates in public races. Have you noticed how many girls are here today to watch the race? They’re all here for the Season God.”

“Is he really handsome?”

“I only saw him from a distance once, I didn’t get a good look at his face, but his figure and presence are top-notch.”

The girl in the yellow dress was somewhat skeptical: “Is he really that amazing?”

The racing circuit was considered a niche community.

The girl in the black camisole exaggerated her expression: “Not an exaggeration at all. From what my friends in the circle say, the Season God doesn’t mix with the professional scene much and prefers extreme racing. You know about the Deadly Nine Turns? The Season God holds the record for the fastest lap. In the GT race two years ago, he became an instant legend with a single race.”

Curiosity piqued, the girl in the yellow dress asked, “Then he’s a sure win?”

“You could bet on him winning; he’s not likely to make a mistake.” The girl in the black camisole said, “But if you bet on him losing, and he really loses, you’ll make a killing.”

Wen Changling knew about this making a killing.

The billboard had mentioned that you could start betting with one lottery ticket, and if you won with ten tickets, you could exchange them for a red rose with the organizers.

The odds of the Season God losing were 1:100.

“Does anyone bet on him losing?”

“Yeah, there are always those looking for a thrill in the risk.”

Seeking thrill in risk.

Wen Changling thought it made sense, so she bought ten tickets betting on the Season God to lose.

The car lottery ticket had a map on it; the mountain-racing track was divided into two parts: the outer and inner fields. You couldn’t see the outer field from the grandstand, but there were huge electronic screens around the grandstand that broadcasted the race live from the outer field. After passing the nine turns in the outer field, the racers would enter the inner field, where the finish line was set.

The grandstands all around could accommodate five thousand people. The billboard said that a single charity event could help build at least ten elementary schools.

Wen Changling found her seat, sat down, and started looking for Xie Shang. She knew that Xie Shang was a racer, so he wouldn’t be in the grandstand; he should be on the track.

By coincidence, the girl in the yellow dress and the girl in the black camisole sat in the row right in front of Wen Changling.

“Which number is Season God?”

“Number 04.”

The racer’s names came up, displayed on the massive electronic screen, Number 04, Ji. The screen cut to a close-up of Number 04’s race car.

Female fans screamed.

Ah, so noisy.

Wen Changling felt a bit like going home. As the racers started entering the track, Wen Changling’s left ear began to hurt because the noise was too loud. Her hearing aid was very sensitive to sound signals, and the shouting along with the roar of the cars was tormenting her ears.

The electronic screen was broadcasting live, and the commentator was excited. The battle on the treacherous Wangbei Curve could be described as brutal, with two cars flipping over on the fourth right turn.

With eight electronic screens, Wen Changling didn’t know which one to watch.

After the fourth right turn, there was a straightaway. When the cars got here, their speed was at least over two hundred miles per hour. The red Number 88 wanted to overtake after the turn and swung the steering wheel to the right. Its rear wheel collided with the front wheel of the yellow Number 24 on the right, causing Number 88 to skid sideways. It got hit by Number 24 and crashed into the guardwall, the back half of the car instantly shattered.

This was the first time Wen Changling had such a direct experience of the speed and thrills of racing.

The two girls in front suddenly stood up. Number 04’s car appeared on the screen straight ahead. From this moment on, the commentator’s voice became excited and strident.

Number 04’s car drifted at high speed through the turn, then rapidly tackled the consecutive steep slopes after. Wangbei Mountain’s mountainous race track became a nightmare for professional racers primarily because it had steep inclines, very steep. Not many dared to lock their throttle and skim the ground while flying over the Wangbei Curves, but Number 04 did through three turns, taking off and landing on the slopes.

Two other cars closely followed behind, but just at that moment, the central electronic screen switched off the image, drawing suspense about which car would be the first to enter the inner field.

“Here it comes, here it comes!”

Wen Changling adjusted her glasses but she couldn’t see; the girl in front of her was standing and blocking her view.

The excited girl in front shouted, “04! It’s Number 04!”

“Season God!!!!!”

“Aaaaah, I’m dead!!!!!”

Wen Changling covered her hearing aids.

Number 04’s car was black, which, compared to the rest of the field’s “colorful” and flashy cars, made Number 04 look like an old cadre who had mistakenly wandered into a youth gathering—sober and unassuming for a race car.

The last three laps in the inner field were the final laps.

The girl with the black camisole in front had already screamed herself hoarse, “I knew Number 04 would be first.”

Her companion in the yellow dress asked, “Did you bet on him to win?”

“No, I placed ten bets. I bet on him losing.”

Risk takers hope for high rewards. Even those who bet on Number 04 losing were numerous. Everyone was spending money for a good cause, not really caring much about winning or losing.

“Then why are you so excited? Number 04 is about to win.”

“Season God is so handsome, I’m happy even if I lose money.” The girl in the black camisole finally realized she might be blocking the view for those behind her, apologizing, she sat down. “To be Season God’s girlfriend, you’ve got to be really good at driving… What the hell?”

Number 04’s car turned around.

The car drifted at high speed and stopped by the grandstand’s entrance 8. The scene inside the racetrack suddenly went still.

Season God got out of the car.

Turns out, the Ji in Season God was the Ji of “brother and Ji” and Xie Jifu’s Ji. Wen Changling recognized him, even though Number 04 was still wearing a racing helmet.

Just as the girl in front had said, his physique and aura were truly top-notch.

It was extremely dangerous to step out of the car in front of speeding ones at a racetrack, which even Wen Changling, a racing novice, understood.

From a distance, Xie Shang seemed like he was looking at her. He walked over to the guardwall, removed his helmet, and appeared to say something, but from too far away, Wen Changling couldn’t make out his lip movements.

The girl in front was puzzled, “What is Season God doing?”

Xie Shang raised his hand, and this time Wen Changling saw clearly. It was sign language.

[Get down]