Chapter 1215: Chapter 711: Fourth Master, a Dominant Demon King (Third Update)
Unexpectedly, the cold wind rushed past his ears, and Jiang Chengsi was momentarily breathless from her collision.
He only felt his heart pounding fiercely twice, his brain a temporary blank.
The force with which she charged at him was strong; if he hadnāt steadied himself in time, he might have been knocked over. His body stiffened, and he found himself somewhat at a loss.
Perhaps due to excessive tension, her body was warm, leaning entirely against him, her breath falling beside his neck.
Rushed, burning...
The hands encircling his neck pressed against the back of his neck, heating him until he tingled all over.
"I actually won, Iāve never competed against a professional before, Iāve always been so nervous, I..." Her eyes were bright, still talking about how nervous she had been just now.
"You donāt know, when I was overtaken by him, I didnāt even know what to do."
"But surely thereās still a gap between me and professional drivers. I guess this win has an element of luck."
...
She kept rambling, seeing him silent for a long time.
Coming back to her senses, she was startled to find herself hanging onto Jiang Chengsi.
Even the club mates around them were stunned.
Everyone had planned to go up and congratulate them, never expecting she would rush over and directly throw herself at their Fourth Master. Jiang Chengsi, this man, had never been so close to a woman before.
The congratulations stuck in their throats, dumbfounded in place.
The other side lost the race and had no face to celebrate, while they didnāt even know how to celebrate either, creating a bizarre silence across the racetrack.
"I..." She stammered, embarrassed, instinctively wanting to let go of his neck.
Feeling frustrated inside, she had never lost her composure like this. Her family always taught her, even if she couldnāt remain unflustered in everything, never to let others easily see through her thoughts, to be steady.
How did she end up rushing toward Jiang Chengsi?
She pressed her lips tight, her face turning red.
But Jiang Chengsi, at this moment, suddenly reached out...
Embraced her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.
Just as her body had moved away a little, unexpectedly, she collided into his embrace again. This time, he proactively circled her waist in a perfectly snug hold.
The cold wind blew, yet her body remained hot all over.
A whisper of warmth brushed by her ear, her body stiffening and tingling, only to hear him say in a low voice:
"Congratulations."
"Mm..." She responded sullenly, stiffening, her hands still hanging onto his neck, at a complete loss not knowing where to place them.
The little friends on one side transitioned from being stunned to being dumbfounded.
Holy crapā
Fourth, Fourth Master, took the initiative to hug her?
Whatās going on?
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It wasnāt until a certain someoneās angry voice and sounds of fighting from next door brought everyoneās thoughts back, and she freed herself from Jiang Chengsiās embrace, looking over at the scene.
Geng Dong had a fiery temper; having lost the race, he was furious and actually kicked that person!
"Damn, the club canāt keep useless trash like you; canāt even beat a woman. Are you a man or not?" Still unsatisfied, he prepared to kick again but was stopped by someone next to him.
"Brother Dong, donāt get mad, you still have a race later."
"Yes, he underestimated the enemy, Brother Dong, let it go."
Geng Dong took a deep breath, cursed again, and suddenly turned to glance at Jiang Chengsiās side, not at him but at the girl beside him...
Biting his jaw tight, his gaze fierce, as if trying to imprint her in his mind.
In the next second, Jiang Chengsi had already stretched out his hand, pulling her behind him, "Geng Dong, are you a man? The real deal will be seen on the racetrack, what are you looking at her for?"
"What, canāt even take a look?" he teased.
But Jiang Chengsi remained composed, firmly saying two words:
"No way!"
"Hehā" Geng Dong chuckled lightly, directly getting into the car, making two laps on the track before the race started, seemingly to get a feel for it.
His car speed got faster and faster, "Miss Xiao" watching from the side, knowing she clearly couldnāt reach that speed.
Sometimes, she had to admit, there were indeed disparities between men and women in certain aspects; otherwise sports competitions wouldnāt be conducted separately for men and women.
A bit worried, she glanced at Jiang Chengsi. He was talking to Assistant Luo, seemingly not worried about the race at all, and soon a coach drove Jiang Chengsiās car over. This car was completely different from the one sheād driven earlier.
During the previous car selection, this car had been chosen solely based on her comfort, but for a professional driver, all the instruments inside the car were arranged according to personal habits, unlike ordinary racing cars. She looked at the car, her eyes slightly hot.