Der Schulrüpel gibt sich distanziert, ist aber in Wirklichkeit sozial unbeholfen

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He had already driven the Bugatti Veyron for two and a half laps, and Ma Yunteng had once again reached the top of the mountain.

Feeling the increasingly intense, tingling sensation coming from his groin, Ma Yunteng had no choice but to slow down the car.

"Take your hand away." Ma Yunteng stopped the car immediately and glanced at Alice at the same time.

However, Alice pouted and smiled gently at Ma Yunteng, teasingly saying, "No way, isn't this the kind of feeling you men like?"

"I don't like it!"

Ma Yunteng glanced sideways, then suddenly pointed to her small mouth with his finger and said with a wicked smile, "I only like you using this."

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became quiet.

Compared to the tension and excitement of the race just now, a slightly ambiguous atmosphere suddenly filled the car.

Alice blushed, her heart pounded with nervousness, and her head was half-heartedly pushed down into one direction by a strong hand.

Ma Yunteng glanced at Balo, who was rushing towards him from behind, in the rearview mirror, and a mocking smile flashed across his eyes.

He comfortably reclined in his seat, then pulled out a Double Happiness cigarette and started smoking. Under the dim yellow light, a cool autumn breeze blew by, and Ma Yunteng couldn't help but shiver. Seeing the maple leaves drifting on the track, he immediately felt great.

"In this situation, all I want to do is compose a poem!" Ma Yunteng slowly exhaled a smoke ring, then recited:

The winding stone path leads up the cold mountain.

There are houses deep in the white clouds.

I stopped the car to admire the maple forest at dusk.

The frost-touched leaves are redder than the flowers of February.

"Holy crap! Why did that Bugatti Veyron stop?" The audience below the mountain saw through the live broadcast on the big screen that, under the dim yellow lights, Ma Yunteng's Bugatti Veyron had stopped at the eighteenth bend on the mountaintop.

"Look! What is he doing?"

"He's smoking? My God! This guy is amazing, he actually has the mind to stop and smoke during the race!"

"Maybe they felt the race was too boring? After all, they were already half a lap ahead of young master Balo."

"My God, he looks so blissful! What kind of cigarette is he smoking? Is it really that comfortable?"

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The people below the mountain were all amazed when they saw the live footage on the screen. Just now, everyone was praising Ma Yunteng's driving skills, saying they had surpassed Barlow's. But he actually stopped the car to smoke, and they all felt that Ma Yunteng was being disrespectful to his opponent.

"Hmph! What's with the arrogance? They're only half a lap ahead. It's not certain who will win or lose yet," a female fan of Barlow said proudly.

“Yes, Young Master Barlow might have been holding back just now, deliberately letting him win. As for racing, I don’t believe anyone can surpass Young Master Barlow,” another female fan said.

"So what if that guy wins? How can he compare to Young Master Barlow's excellence? Young Master Barlow's wife is the beautiful Alice. A woman like that can only be admired by poor losers like us!" another female fan said shrilly.

At this moment, at the viewing platform on the 18-bend road, the princess saw that the Bugatti Veyron in the distance had suddenly stopped. She became anxious and said, "Father, what is he doing? We're on the last half lap. I really don't understand why he suddenly stopped."

"Who knows? Give me the telescope!" The king took the telescope from his subordinate and, through the scattered branches, saw that Ma Yunteng was actually half-reclined in his seat. The next moment, he was completely stunned.

"What's wrong, Father?" The princess asked, puzzled, when she noticed the strange change in the king's expression.

"Uh...it's nothing!" The king chuckled awkwardly. "Young Master Ma probably loves the scenery of the Eighteen Bends too much. Judging from his lip movements, I feel like he's composing a poem!"

To compose a poem?

The princess was slightly taken aback. She knew that her father usually liked ancient Chinese poems and would recite a few when he had nothing to do. But she did not expect that Ma Yunteng would stop the car to compose a poem during the race!

She was very curious to know what poem Ma Yunteng was writing.

call!

A sudden, ear-piercing roar came as the Hennessy Venom driven by Barlow burst into everyone's view. Barlow's expression froze slightly as he looked at the Bugatti Veyron parked to the side. He hadn't expected Ma Yunteng to look down on him so much that he would actually stop the car!

"Idiot! How dare you look down on me? Just wait until you lose, then I'll teach you a lesson!" Barlow snorted coldly, then drove his car next to the Bugatti Veyron, looking at Ma Yunteng with a smug expression.

However, upon seeing this, Barlow's face instantly froze!

Through the car window, Barlow seemed to see a very familiar figure!

"Impossible! Impossible! I must be seeing things!" Barlow rubbed his glasses violently, thinking of a certain possibility. Barlow really wanted to get out of the car and see for himself, but reason told him that this must be a trick used by Yun Teng.

Barlow steeled his resolve and stepped on the gas again, accelerating downhill!

"Brother, everything is ready, but he's stopped at the top of the mountain, we can't make a move!" Barlow received a call from Barty.

"Hmph, he's just a lust-driven bastard. Be patient, once he comes down the mountain, take care of him!" Balo said viciously. He not only wanted to win this match, but also to kill Ma Yunteng!

"Hurry up, he's already overtaken us!" Alice looked up, blushing, and said. She had just heard Hennessy Poison pass by and knew that they had been overtaken.

"Okay, then sit tight!" Ma Yunteng laughed with satisfaction, then stepped on the gas and drove down the mountain. After all, it was a competition, and he couldn't let himself get distracted by trivial matters!

This time, Alice learned from her experience and hurriedly grabbed the handrail on the bus.

She felt that Ma Yunteng was too crazy. In the past, she had never seen Balo dare to step on the gas pedal all the way down in Balo's car, but Ma Yunteng kept the gas pedal on the floor the whole time.

"You brat, die!" Barty said into his phone, his face contorted with rage. "Attack!"

At a single command, a car instantly emerged from every bend of the winding road, and the screen below the mountain immediately went completely black!

"What's going on? Is there a power outage?" the audience below shouted in surprise.