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

Chapter 154 Zhao Gang's Taunt

Song Qianyi nodded and strode towards the team's rest area, with Yue Jiang and Xi Er quickly following behind.

Han Yu was surprised to see Song Qianyi enter in her racing suit.

She quickly stood up and went to greet him.

"President Song, are you going to go on stage?" Han Yu's voice carried a hint of doubt.

As she spoke, she curiously examined Song Qianyi's racing suit.

Song Qianyi smiled slightly at her, nodded, and said in a relaxed manner.

"I'll play this third game for our team. What, you don't believe I can do it?"

Upon hearing this, Han Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth agape.

The other team members were also shocked when they heard Song Qianyi say that.

It took Han Yu a while to come to his senses, and he hurriedly said.

"President Song, this...this won't do. Zhao Gang's driving skills are amazing, and the race situation is already unfavorable for us. You...you..."

As she spoke, she anxiously rubbed her hands together, genuinely worried about Song Qianyi.

Yue Jiang nodded in agreement from the side.

"Yes, President Song, Han Yu is right. This competition is no joke. How about... how about we think of another way?"

His eyes still held worry, even though he had just accepted the fact that Song Qianyi was going to play.

But after Han Yu said that, he began to waver.

Song Qianyi gently patted Han Yu's shoulder, then looked at Yue Jiang and said with a firm gaze.

"You two stop being so wishy-washy. Now that I've made up my mind, I have my reasons. I'm not just here to make up the numbers without any preparation. Don't worry, I'll let Zhao Gang know that he shouldn't underestimate our Yuchen Racing Team."

Her voice was steady and powerful, and her words conveyed a sense of determination.

The competition was about to begin. Han Yu looked at Song Qianyi's confident appearance, and although he was still a little uneasy, he felt a little nervous.

But there was nothing more to say, so he could only nod.

"Then... Mr. Song, you must be careful. Winning or losing the competition is secondary; you must not get injured."

Song Qianyi smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She wouldn't lose the match; the system's skill pack wasn't obtained for free.

With that, Song Qianyi turned and walked to the Pagani Huayra Codalunga next to her, and carefully checked the car's condition again.

Her eyes were focused and serious. Her fingers lightly traced the car body before she crouched down to check the tires and opened the hood to inspect the engine.

He looks exactly like a professional race car driver.

Yue Jiang, Han Yu, and the rest of the Yu Chen team watched quietly from the sidelines. No one spoke, but their eyes revealed varying degrees of worry and anticipation.

When the time came, Zhao Gang didn't care whether Yue Jiang had found someone to help him or not.

A moment later, the announcement that the match was about to begin rang out in the rest area.

Song Qianyi straightened up, took a deep breath, put on her helmet, and drove the car towards the starting line of the track.

Han Yu couldn't help but clench his fists, silently praying for Song Qianyi in his heart.

Yue Jiang stared nervously at the starting line of the racetrack, muttering to himself, "President Song, we're counting on you..."

Zhao Gang was already at the starting line.

He leaned against his race car, arms crossed, a smug and arrogant smile on his face, his eyes glancing at Song Qianyi every now and then, full of disdain and contempt.

He wondered who Yue Jiang would invite. Turns out it was just an unknown female driver.

They probably thought she wasn't up to the task, so they gave her Han Yu's car.

He didn't know that the Pagani Huayra Codalunga that Song Qianyi drove was her own.

Then, Zhao Gang spoke loudly to his teammates.

"Hmph, another woman? She's really overestimating herself. I'm going to win this match today!"

His tone was full of confidence.

Song Qianyi drove to the starting point of the racetrack and slowly stopped.

Through the helmet visor, she gave Zhao Gang a cold look, her gaze as sharp as an ice blade, carrying a silent provocation.

Zhao Gang felt a sudden tightness in his heart when she looked at him, but he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor and raised his chin at Song Qianyi.

Then he swaggered over to Song Qianyi, a disgusting smug look on his face, a mocking smile on his lips, and said loudly to Song Qianyi.

"Hey, who's this? What's wrong? Does your Yuchen Racing Team have no one else? You actually sent a delicate woman like you to race against me. Hahaha, this is truly the funniest joke I've heard all year."

As he spoke, he threw his head back and laughed loudly a few times, the laughter sounding particularly jarring in the tense pre-match atmosphere.