Chapter 34: A bet that kills and punishes the heart!

"What do you know!"

After Ji Yangyang's expression changed for a while, he finally adjusted his emotions and sneered, "You have never raced a car, how would you know that racing requires more talent than studying!

It's not at all like you imagine, that you can win prizes if you have money.

These words of yours, full of envy, jealousy, and hate, are just like peasants fantasizing about emperors eating white flour buns with golden hoes; they are all just wild imaginings.

Completely baseless!

Racing is not at all what you imagine!"

"Do you want to bet a round?" He Chen looked playfully at Ji Yangyang, who was acting cold and cool again.

"Bet on what?" Ji Yangyang's expression changed slightly, and he responded immediately, with an expression that said as long as you dare to say it, I dare to bet.

"Let's bet on racing!" He Chen smiled, "Just as you said, let alone training for racing, I don't even know what a racetrack looks like; I've never been in contact with it.

Since you say racing is very knowledgeable and requires a lot of talent, and is not at all as low-level as I imagine, then I'll bet with you.

We'll know after we go to the racetrack and compare.

If you can't even beat a novice like me who is in contact with it for the first time, do you still have the face to talk about high-end, talent, and dreams?"

"Impossible!" Ji Yangyang sneered, "You can't possibly beat me!"

Just kidding!

He was determined to learn from Han Han and become a professional racing driver; he almost treated his uncle's racetrack as a classroom, and if he didn't run for a few hours every day, he wouldn't feel comfortable.

Perhaps he was not as good as a professional racing driver, but among amateur racing drivers, he was also a top expert.

Such a person was now being challenged by a guy who had never been in contact with racing, and he still looked like he had the victory in his grasp; this couldn't help but make him feel ridiculous and looked down upon.

"We'll know if it's possible or not after we compare." He Chen mocked, "You wouldn't even dare to do this, would you?"

"Dare not?" Ji Yangyang sneered, "I just disdain to bully a novice like you, but if you insist on looking for abuse, I can certainly fulfill your wish!

You decide the time, place, and what to bet on!"

"If you don't go to self-study, are you going to your uncle's racetrack again? Then let's go together now!" He Chen smiled slightly, "After the comparison, I still have to go home to practice martial arts; I'm not deliberately imitating Guan Er Ye warming wine to kill Hua Xiong, I really don't have that time to waste on you! It's not worth it!

As for the bet!

If you lose, you just have to shout 'I am a racing driver' three times loudly in front of everyone at the morning assembly, that's it!"

"You!" Ji Yangyang was furious again.

This bet didn't look like much, but it was too disgusting.

It was no worse than Lu Xiucai in *My Own Swordsman* having to shout 'I am a scholar' in public after losing.

Lu Xiucai was very proud of being a scholar, and shouting this after losing was simply belittling and mocking the sacred scholar in his heart.

And at this moment, he was determined to be a racing driver; if he still lost like this and was asked to say in public that he was a racing driver...

"Then what if you lose?"

"Of course, it's up to you!"

"Then I want you to also go up at the morning assembly and loudly shout three times in public, 'I am a turtle bastard!'" Ji Yangyang sneered.

"This..." Deng Xiaoqi couldn't bear to watch from the side.

Compared to He Chen's tactful implicitness, Ji Yangyang was too rude and excessive.

"It's decided so happily!" He Chen didn't care at all, which made Deng Xiaoqi anxious; she leaned over and reminded him repeatedly that this was no joke.

Ji Yangyang was also suspicious.

It was just that He Chen was too confident, willing to admit defeat even with such face-losing words; was he really that confident?

Could it be that He Chen was not in contact with racing for the first time at all?

But had practiced before, and his level was not low?

After this thought flashed through his mind, it was self-denied by Ji Yangyang.

Because racing is a small circle; if there was a peer expert who could beat him, he couldn't possibly not know.

And although he didn't want to admit it, playing racing to a high level indeed requires money, time, and energy.

If you don't spend money to soak in the racetrack often, how can you practice your skills.

Everyone knows the situation of He Chen, the school hunk who is the focus of the whole school; he simply doesn't have that condition.

And there is the hard power of the racing car.

The kart he uses for racing was specially adjusted by his uncle who runs the racetrack, and it is the dedicated kart most suitable for him to exert his strength.

With so many advantages, even if He Chen was not in contact with racing for the first time, and maybe even played before and felt he was quite talented, he couldn't possibly beat him.

If he lost even like this, he would really have no face.

However, seeing He Chen so confident, although he was confident on the outside, he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

Until he heard He Chen, who couldn't be persuaded by Deng Xiaoqi, say: "Don't worry, if it's about studying math or something, if he likes it very much and studies Olympiad math all day, I might not dare to compare with him, so as not to bring humiliation upon myself.

But what kind of technical content can something like racing have?

Isn't it just a combination of steering wheel, accelerator, and brake.

Why talk about talent or not!

Without the threshold barrier of having to spend money and consume it inside, who wouldn't be able to do it?

Who isn't a natural old driver?"

"Truly the ignorant are fearless!" Ji Yangyang was completely relieved after hearing these words, and looked with disdain at He Chen, who felt 'I can do it too'.

"Don't waste time, are you betting or not?" He Chen was too lazy to waste time.

He still had to practice martial arts when he went back later.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Ji Yangyang sneered and reported the address of his uncle's racetrack, let He Chen go there himself, and left first, preparing to go back and let his uncle clear the field to prepare the venue for him to abuse the novice.

Seeing that He Chen was really serious, Deng Xiaoqi didn't care about going to professional classes, gritted her teeth, and followed He Chen to the racetrack.

Such an exciting competition is a memory that will never be forgotten in a lifetime; if it spreads now, I'm afraid that people like her best friend Lin Miaomiao would skip evening self-study to watch it even if they were punished.

And now she is lucky enough to witness it with her own eyes, so why go to professional classes!

Racetrack.

When He Chen and Deng Xiaoqi arrived, the venue had already been cleared, and Ji Yangyang's uncle looked at He Chen scrutinizingly: "You are He Chen?"

"It's me!" He Chen nodded.

"Young people shouldn't be too arrogant!" Ji Yangyang's uncle reminded faintly.

"If you're not arrogant, are you still a young person?" He Chen had to take this classic dialogue, and then said directly: "Ji Yangyang, tell me how to drive a kart, and what are the precautions!"

"You really don't understand at all?" Ji Yangyang's uncle was very suspicious, feeling that He Chen was acting.

"Is karting a mass activity?" After He Chen asked back, he was too lazy to pay attention to him; he listened to Ji Yangyang's reluctant explanation, got on the kart they arranged for him, and tried to run a lap first.

As soon as he started driving, Ji Yangyang and his uncle immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Because they have been soaking in this for many years, they can tell at a glance whether someone is a novice or not.

And every move of He Chen is undoubtedly a rookie.

Since he is really a rookie, they don't believe He Chen has any possibility of winning.

They are sure to win. ===== CHAPTER 35 =====