The Godly Rich System: Becoming the richest person is just a matter of minutes.

Chapter 157 Extra Match

As the finish line drew closer, the spectators on the sidelines stood up excitedly, their eyes fixed on Song Qianyi's race car.

Ultimately, as expected, Song Qianyi won the third round.

[Ding! Achievement "Defeated a professional racer" achieved! Reward: 600 million.]

The moment Song Qianyi's car crossed the finish line, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

Her opponent was the well-known race car driver Zhao Gang, but she still won the race with an absolute advantage.

Cheers and applause mingled together, echoing throughout the stadium for a long time.

The members of the Yu Chen team were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, and they rushed towards Song Qianyi in a swarm.

Han Yu took the lead, rushed to Song Qianyi's car, forcefully opened the door, hugged her tightly, and kept calling out to her.

"President Song, that's fantastic! That's amazing! We won the third round! We really won!"

Yue Jiang followed closely behind, his eyes glistening with tears of joy.

The other team members also gathered around, expressing their excitement and admiration all at once.

"President Song, you are our hero! Your skills are simply unmatched. You've really given a good slap in the face to those who looked down on us!"

Zhao Gang's car slowly crossed the finish line only after Song Qianyi crossed it.

At this moment, his face was ashen, and his eyes were empty and filled with despair.

He couldn't believe he would lose to a young girl.

Zhao Gang sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from excessive force.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

Zhao Gang kept muttering to himself, his voice hoarse and trembling with anger and agitation.

He stared intently at Song Qianyi, who was now surrounded by a crowd.

He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the piercing horn sounding particularly jarring in the quiet post-race arena, startling some of the lingering spectators who turned to look.

"What makes a woman think she can beat me?!"

Zhao Gang roared.

Song Qianyi wasn't going to let him off so easily. She led the Yu Chen convoy to Zhao Gang's car.

When Zhao Gang saw Song Qianyi approaching, he recalled his mockery of her before the competition. Those words now felt like sharp blades, piercing his pride.

He had thought this match would be an easy crushing victory, making this arrogant woman lose face on the field.

But unexpectedly, it was he who ended up embarrassing himself.

Zhao Gang's face grew increasingly grim, and his eyes revealed a hint of hatred.

Song Qianyi stood in front of Zhao Gang's race car, a faint smile playing on her lips, a smile that Zhao Gang found incredibly irritating.

She tilted her head slightly, looked directly at Zhao Gang, and said in a tone of faint sarcasm.

"Zhao Gang, how about that? Now you know there are always people better than you, right? Those boasts you made before the competition are still ringing in your ears. You've been slapped in the face pretty hard, haven't you?"

Zhao Gang's face instantly turned bright red. He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Song Qianyi, but he was speechless for a moment and could not find the right words to refute her.

At this moment, he was filled with frustration and resentment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but he was unwilling to completely admit defeat in front of Song Qianyi.

The members of the Yu Chen team were also busy on the sidelines.

Yue Jiang crossed his arms and wore a smug smile.

"Zhao Gang, you were quite capable, weren't you? Before the competition, you said you'd show President Song what a huge disparity in strength really meant. I think the disparity is huge now, except you've been left far behind! Haha!"

Upon hearing Yue Jiang's words, the crowd burst into laughter again. This laughter pierced Zhao Gang's heart like needles, making him feel even more ashamed.

Suddenly, Zhao Gang remembered that they were tied after three rounds, and he still had a chance to win a tiebreaker and avenge his defeat.

Zhao Gang suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped out.

He walked a few steps to Song Qianyi and said, his neck stiff.

"Song Qianyi, don't think you're all that just because you won the third game. This isn't over yet. The match isn't finished. We'll have an extra round to truly determine the winner!"

Song Qianyi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

Looking at Zhao Gang's defiant expression, she couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

She chuckled softly, "You really are stubborn. But fine, since you want to taste defeat again, I'll grant your wish."