The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

“This damn...” The driver master looked dumbfounded. He had been driving this broken car for five or six years, and this was the first time he knew it could be driven like this!

Huo Chengdong was stunned for two seconds.

After reacting, he immediately opened the car door and got out of the car, looking at Qiao Ying sitting in the car with a calm expression, and was at a loss for words for a moment.

Those young masters looked at Huo Chengdong, then looked at Qiao Ying.

"Brother Cheng lost?"

This didn't seem to be the point. The point was: a Lamborghini Aventador worth more than 15 million yuan lost to a more than 100,000 yuan broken Honda?!

Damn, if this wasn't seeing ghosts, then this car skill must be so awesome?!

Qiao Ying reached out and took the ballpoint pen in front of the windshield, borrowed the driver's notebook, wrote down her bank account number, and tore off the paper.

Huo Chengdong stood in front of his car door, staring at Qiao Ying motionless, obviously still in shock.

Qiao Ying got out of the car and walked in front of him. She raised her arm with two slender fingers pinching a note between them.

"One million, transfer it to my account."

She slapped the note on the silver sports car's hood, put both hands in her pockets, turned around and left.

"Wait!"

Huo Chengdong finally reacted and stopped her immediately.

"Any questions?"

Qiao Ying looked back, and the outer corner of one of her exquisite eyebrows lifted lightly, giving people an indescribable cold and arrogant, and a bit roguish aura.

The confident temperament and powerful aura she possessed could always make people overlook her inconsistent petite figure.

"Dare to race again?" Huo Chengdong desperately suppressed the excitement and agitation in his heart, picked up the note and held up one finger: "One million."

Qiao Ying stared at him without moving for a while.

Huo Chengdong raised the stakes: "Two million."

Qiao Ying raised her eyebrows again: "How to compete?"

There was no reason to reject the money that came to the door.

"Simple." Seeing her agree, Huo Chengdong couldn't hide his happiness on his face. He waved to call over his friend with the best car skills.

He said to Qiao Ying, "You drive my car and compete with him, but there is one condition—I have to sit in the passenger seat."

Qiao Ying: "Deal."

Huo Chengdong was just a playboy, he didn't have so many tricks in mind. Qiao Ying could see everything he was thinking clearly from his face.

Huo Chengdong hugged his friend's shoulder and patted him excitedly: "Give me all your skills, step on the gas pedal to the end."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to go to his sports car. He opened the door and pulled the still dazed sexy girl from the passenger seat with one hand and sat in it himself.

Qiao Ying then sat in the driver's seat.

"Do you know how to drive? This car of mine is a limited edition, there are less than ten in the world. I also modified it. Do you need to take a lap first to get used to it?" Huo Chengdong just wanted to see how awesome Qiao Ying's car skills were!

She was able to make a broken Honda fly, and complete such a high-difficulty operation. A supercar, Huo Chengdong got excited just thinking about it.

Qiao Ying fastened her seat belt: "No need, I have two of these cars in my garage." And modified them to be even better than this one.

Not only that, she also had an even better one in her garage.

Damn, so rich?

This was Huo Chengdong's first reaction.

Huo Chengdong looked Qiao Ying up and down in disbelief: "You're not from Yuncheng, are you? In this small broken place of Yuncheng, who can afford to drive this car? And two of them?"

Qiao Ying didn't respond, and just waited for the race to start.

Suddenly remembering that this car was priceless and not necessarily affordable even if you had money, he had gotten this one from his dad after behaving obediently at home for two months.

"You said you have two of these cars? This car?" Huo Chengdong patted the armrest and sneered, "You really can brag." Then he muttered, "What, you're really surnamed Qin?"

Thinking that he had almost let Qiao Ying pretend just now because of his momentary lack of reaction, Huo Chengdong directly rolled his eyes.

He didn't embarrass her because of Qiao Ying's car skills.

Qiao Ying was too lazy to say more.

"My name is Huo Chengdong, what's your name? Wearing a school uniform means you're still in high school, right? What grade? Come to Beijing for college in the future, okay? I'm at Peking University. This way we can hone our car skills every day. Or leave a contact for me now? Next time I'm free I'll come find you... Hey, the race is starting, hurry, go!"

With an order to start in the text, the race began. Huo Chengdong saw his friend's car rush out first, but Qiao Ying didn't move. He couldn't help urging her anxiously.

Qiao Ying: "What's the hurry, giving him twenty seconds won't pose a threat. I'll make you lose your two hundred thousand willingly."

After saying this unhurriedly, she finally stepped on the gas pedal.

She had been locked underground in a laboratory in Nanyang for more than six months. Before that, she had also been dormant for a while, so it had been a long time since she had raced a car and experienced high speed sports.

A supercar was a supercar after all, not something the broken Honda from earlier could compare to.

Huo Chengdong’s friend had top-notch car skills. After witnessing Qiao Ying's high-difficulty operation earlier, this young master didn't dare to underestimate Qiao Ying at all, and was fully focused the entire time.

Seeing that Qiao Ying started slower and fell far behind him, the young master secretly rejoiced, thinking that Qiao Ying had won against Huo Chengdong's supercar with a broken Honda earlier, and if he could win over Qiao Ying driving a supercar, wouldn't that make him awesome?

He was afraid that even Huo Chengdong would have to call him brother then.

However, before he could be happy for two seconds, he saw the supercar that had been thrown far behind him earlier appear in the rearview mirror. That silver shadow was chasing him up at a terrifying speed like a ghost.

The young master reacted quickly, turning the steering wheel to try to prevent the other party from overtaking. But the other side was faster, taking advantage of a bend ahead to overtake him like lightning.

The young master only felt that the silver supercar flashed past his ears like a bullet, accompanied by the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and Huo Chengdong's excited shouts.

Watching the sports car that had vanished in front of him in an instant leaving him far behind, the young master was stunned for two seconds.

"Wow! So f**king awesome!" Huo Chengdong in the passenger seat was so excited that he stood up halfway, craning his neck back to see his friend who had been left far behind, his face flushed with excitement.

Racing required not only good car skills, but even more guts.

Huo Chengdong had always felt that he was fearless, but he didn't expect Qiao Ying as a girl to be even more daring than him.

When he went around corners, he always had to slow down, while Qiao Ying didn't slow down at all, but sped up again and again. He could feel the tires leaving the ground and flying in midair over and over again.

Huo Chengdong was convinced by Qiao Ying in his heart.

Before Huo Chengdong could react, the car had rushed to the top of the mountain, then drove down the mountain.

Going down the mountain was much faster and more thrilling than going up. Huo Chengdong was shouting at the top of his lungs all the way.

The people at the foot of the mountain craned their necks. Some even took out their phones to time it.

Hearing the engine sound, the crowd didn't wait to take a closer look before a fleeting shadow flashed past their eyes.

The moment the car stopped, Huo Chengdong's legs turned soft and he sat motionless in the passenger seat, his whole face numbed by the wind.

His ears buzzed and he heard Qiao Ying say, "Three million, don't forget to transfer it to my account."

When he looked up, Qiao Ying had already gotten out of the car and sat in the blue Honda.

"Uh?!" Huo Chengdong reacted slowly. By the time he remembered what he wanted to say, the car had already driven away.

He hurriedly looked for something among a bunch of friends: "That, that, what." His eyes locked on Feng Wenzhong's face.

Feng Wenzhong pointed at himself, then trotted over: "Young Master Huo, you were looking for me?"

Huo Chengdong pointed in the direction Qiao Ying had left: "Do you know her?"

Feng Wenzhong shook his head, only recognizing that Qiao Ying's school uniform was from No. 7 Middle School.

At this time, Huo Chengdong's friend—the young master was still rushing down the halfway up the mountain...