CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 98: WHO’S MORE BOSS

Since it’s a mountain road, it should be up in the mountains.

Xiao Xian, who was not very clear about the geographical distribution of the suburban areas, recited in her mind: Xiangshan, Badaling, Lingshan, counting one by one, Zeng Xuerou reacted first, she uttered three words: "Miaofeng Mountain."

The so-called mountain road refers to the road of Miaofeng Mountain located at the Menkougou suburb of Beijing. The junkyard where Xiao Xian and the others were situated was not far from the mountainous area of Miaofeng Mountain.

Unlike the flat roads in the city, Miaofeng Mountain is undulating and is part of the Taihang Mountain range. The terrain of the mountain is majestic and steep, famous for its rocks and pines. There are several well-known temples on the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain lies Beijing’s well-known orchards and rose fields.

Before coming, Zeng Xuerou did not prepare herself mentally for a car race on a mountain road.

More than thirty cars stopped at the entrance of the junkyard. When Xiao Xian was about to get into a car, Xuerou stopped her, "Xiao Xian, there’s been a change in plans, are you sure you want to ride with me?"

The mountain road is much more difficult to drive on than flat ground. If it were just a straight track, Xiao Xian’s company would make Zeng Xuerou happy, but with the unfamiliar mountainous area and unpredictable road conditions, added to the Xu siblings who expressed particular interest upon hearing it was a mountain road.

The multiple unforeseen changes halfway made Zeng Xuerou, who has always been a careful planner, start to hesitate.

Once the official race begins, it will not be the lukewarm driving style like on the way here. According to Zeng Xuerou’s original intention, the racing venue was set up for regular racing, which means circling a slope or an abandoned playground, but now it seems that she was too naïve.

"No matter how bumpy it is, it’s better than staying here. Those watching the race at the junkyard keep talking dirty jokes, with the smell of smoke so thick it’s suffocating. Besides, with me here, you’ll feel more at ease, your dad..." Xiao Xian did not finish her sentence, as she saw the shimmer in Zeng Xuerou’s eyes.

If she recalled correctly, Grandma Zeng had said that Xuerou’s father had had an accident while driving on a mountain road. When the car exploded during the race, Xuerou was standing not far away. Since then, Zeng Xuerou could no longer drive alone on mountain roads.

On such a dark night, she couldn’t let Xuerou relive the scene of her father’s death.

Zeng Xuerou coughed softly, trying to clear the worries in her heart.

After realizing it was futile to persuade Xiao Xian, she took out two helmets, one red and one white, and two racing suits from the back seat.

It’s safer to wear a racing suit to avoid accidents when the race actually begins.

Xiao Xian took the racing suit, looked at it, and saw that the one in her hand was very large, somewhat baggy, and it must have been the size for two adult men.

The clothes were not new, but they were well-maintained, with no odd smell, and carried the fragrance of being dry-cleaned.

"The suits were used by my dad and Uncle Li, I didn’t expect to actually need them when preparing," Xuerou fastened her helmet, and Xiao Xian followed suit, putting on the suit and helmet. Hoping that their fathers and Uncle Li would bring them good luck.

The suit was thick, but breathable. Xiao Xian was a bit nervous, even more nervous than when she first arrived in this new world.

After putting on the racing suit, the Xuerou beside her seemed like a different person, her back straightened, her hands came together to form fists and pressed against the steering wheel, she bowed her head and seemed to say something to the steering wheel.

Ding Zhanhu stood at the main entrance with a fluorescent green glow stick in his hand. It was very noticeable in the dark night.

Thirty cars lined up, occupying the entire road.

The red and silver cars took up the extreme left and right positions.

Sitting in the car, Xiao Xian held her breath, the previously noisy junkyard quieted down in an instant.

The glow stick flickered a few times in darkness and firelight, and then with a sharp snap, more than thirty cars took off at the same time, the silver Audi RZERO reaching the front with the shortest braking distance.

Hyundai and Renault also charged forward behind.

Unlike the others, Xuerou, whether she was too far away and didn’t see the starting signal clearly or was too nervous, didn’t speed up immediately, and fell to the very end.

"Xiao Xian, brace yourself," before Xiao Xian realized it, her body responded to Xuerou’s instructions, lying flat against the seat back, her hands gripping the car door.

The pitch-black road ahead, a wisp of white smoke rose, the dust became denser, and the sharp screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, like a bomber roaring past.