coobybook Chapter 153 Song Yi Takes the Stage
Chapter 153 Song Yi Takes the Stage
The moment the call connected, Yue Jiang couldn't wait to shout it out.
"Mr. Song!"
His voice sounded slightly breathless from running, and carried an undisguised anxiety.
Song Qianyi, who was enjoying a massage, closed her eyes contentedly. Hearing Yue Jiang's urgent voice, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze full of confusion, and asked lazily.
"Yuejiang, why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"
Song Qianyi was unaware of their competition.
Yue Jiang quickly recounted the details of the match to Song Qianyi over the phone, his words coming out like a machine gun.
"Mr. Song, the situation in the first two rounds of our race against Zhao Gang's team is not good. Now it's the third round, and we have an hour to prepare, but we are really short-handed. I'm at my wit's end and can only ask you for help!"
Song Qianyi's originally relaxed and lazy expression gradually turned serious.
She straightened up and waved to the masseur, signaling him to stop.
"Alright, Yuejiang, don't worry, I'm coming right now."
As she spoke, Song Qianyi nimbly got up from the massage bed, her movements decisive and without any hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, Song Qianyi asked the second-in-command to drive the car.
Soon after, the second-generation driver arrived in a Pagani Huayra Codalunga.
Song Qianyi had prepared a set of clothes for racing beforehand, and she never expected to need them now.
Song Qianyi quickly changed into a racing suit, which clung tightly to her slender figure, making her look even more dashing.
Song Qianyi asked the second-in-command to go to the co-pilot's seat.
She opened the car door, deftly sat in the driver's seat, skillfully fastened her seatbelt, and adjusted the position of the seat and rearview mirror.
With a deep and powerful engine roar, Song Qianyi drove the car toward the hillside racetrack.
Throughout the journey, she maintained a stern expression, her eyes focused intently on the road ahead, her hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, and her feet constantly shifting between the accelerator and brake, controlling the car's speed perfectly.
After all, an hour is a tight timeframe, but thankfully there wasn't much traffic on the way.
Fifty minutes later, a Pagani Huayra Codalunga appeared at the entrance of the hillside circuit and entered the area of the Yuchen team.
Yue Jiang waited anxiously at the entrance, his eyes fixed on the direction of the stadium entrance.
He paced back and forth, sometimes clasping his hands together, sometimes nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.
I became increasingly anxious.
Why hasn't President Song arrived yet? Time is running out.
When the Pagani Huayra Codalunga appeared at the entrance, Yue Jiang's eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly ran towards the car.
Song Qianyi slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a precise stop, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Song Qianyi pushed open the car door and got out, her long, black, shiny hair flying wildly in the wind.
Yue Jiang arrived just then, and he was taken aback, his eyes filled with surprise.
He subconsciously looked behind Song Qianyi, his eyes searching back and forth, his brows furrowing slightly.
Huh? Why is it just President Song and Miss Xi? Why didn't President Song bring any other skilled drivers?
Could it be... could it be that the Second Miss is a master?
But he didn't see the Series 2 race car.
Could it be President Song? But President Song is just an amateur, so it's unlikely.
Yue Jiang looked puzzled, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed his words.
He scratched his head, then came to his senses and hurriedly went to greet her, forcing a smile as he spoke to Song Qianyi.
"President Song, you've finally arrived! I've been so nervous."
As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards Department Two again.
Song Qianyi looked at Yue Jiang's appearance with some confusion.
"Yuejiang, why do you keep looking away?"
As if she had thought of something, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she said with a half-smile.
"This third round is my turn."
Upon hearing this, Yue Jiang's eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to shock. His mouth gaped open, and it took him a long time to recover before he stammered.
"Mr. Song... Mr. Song, you... you're here? This... this competition, Zhao Gang is no pushover, and the situation..."
Song Qianyi waved her hand gently, interrupting Yue Jiang, her eyes revealing an unquestionable determination.
"Yue Jiang, I know what I'm doing."
As she spoke, she crossed her arms and slightly raised her chin. Her dashing appearance made Yue Jiang momentarily dazed, as if he were meeting this President Song for the first time.
"Okay... okay."
Anyway, there's no time to spare now, and Han Yu can't play, so it doesn't matter who goes.
At worst, you can accept the consequences of your bet.