The smell was even stronger in the core area of the repair area than when we first entered; it was almost to the point where we had to search for oxygen amidst the thick odor.
Zuo Baixuan felt a little uncomfortable and tried to breathe through her mouth to ease the discomfort. However, she saw that Luan Yenan beside her was acting as usual.
Luan Yenan listened to the sounds of the racing cars being tuned and the clanging of parts being moved around him.
The heavy smell of engine oil in the air evoked some long-forgotten memories.
In her previous life, she had also invested in a professional racing team, partly as an investment and partly to relieve her stress.
She enjoyed the feeling of racing on the track, watching everything around her blur. The heart-pounding sensation as she made a sharp turn, so close to the corner.
Even when the vehicle goes out of control and crashes into the guardrail, and everything around you turns to nothingness, all that remains is the buzzing sound in your ears.
Luan Yenan tapped his brow, snapping out of his daze of that life-or-death race against time.
Luo Yun, as the bookmaker, is an honest person and does not manipulate the fairness of the competition.
Luan Yenan was assigned a top-tier race car at the racetrack, with a large number "7" printed on its body.
A petite female Beta is adjusting parameters next to the race car.
Luan Yenan walked up to the engineer.
The engineer, holding his dedicated computer, noticed her and muttered to himself impatiently, "This person is about to start giving orders again."
The original owner of this body also pretended to be a "technical advisor" in the repair area for the purpose of posing for photos.
Every time engineers design a race car, they have to consider many factors, such as the track, the parts used in the car, and the habits of the drivers.
However, the original owner of this body didn't even understand CFD (Computational Fluid Dynamics), yet he dared to pontificate about TCU (Automatic Transmission Electronic Control System).
That time, the amateur team got the worst result and was still scolded by the culprit. It was really frustrating.
When the team was later sold to Luo Yun, the engineer only prayed that he would never see Luan Yenan again in his life.
Who would have thought that only half a year had passed, and the nauseating sense of déjà vu from back then hadn't even faded away before this person returned.
Luan Yenan, unaware that she was being disliked, naturally said, "I need to adjust the parameters to ones I'm more used to."
Oh right, right, you've gotten used to setting everything to full marks, haven't you?
The engineer impatiently crossed his arms and stepped aside, silently watching Luan Yenan operate the machine without saying a word, wanting only to write down every step so he could correct it one by one later.
But as I watched, things started to look a little off.
Seeing Luan Yenan asking Xiao Gao about the specific parts used in the race car while modifying the parameters, he appeared very professional.
It even sacrificed some speed to improve the car's grip, making it more suitable for amateur drivers.
The engineer frowned slightly, lowered his hands, and took a step behind Luan Yenan.
Zuo Baixuan didn't know what her reaction meant, but the change in the engineer's expression was enough to prove that Luan Yennan's behavior had shaken her somewhat.
Zuo Baixuan also moved closer to Luan Yenan to look at him.
Luan Yenan's slender fingers flew across the keyboard.
The programming system for racing cars is very different from the interface for ordinary programming, but Luan Yenan's confidence was just as strong as it was that morning.
Luan Yenan handed the computer back to the engineer: "Go change your clothes now, I'll try them on in a bit."
Xiao Gao arranged for someone to lead Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan to the changing room.
The engineer took the computer, looking bewildered.
After Xiao Gao and the others left, he patted the engineer on the shoulder reassuringly: "Engineer Lin, don't be sad. At worst, we can just adjust the parameters back before she comes out. Anyway, she won't be able to tell."
"Not necessarily, her revisions this time are quite reliable."
"Yeah... Huh? Reliable?" Xiao Gao approached Engineer Lin with a puzzled look.
Engineer Lin casually pointed to a few locations: "I don't know if she can handle it, but the parameters are fine."
"Could it be that Miss Luan secretly went to study? Do you think she has a chance of winning this time? Should I secretly place some bets on her? The odds for those points are incredible," Xiao Gao wondered.
"You're overthinking it. I'm worried that the amateur team is going to let Wang Tao take action this time, and he might do something impulsive and want to avenge his brother."
"Wang Tao...it can't be that bad, right? His brother just suffered a setback and went into seclusion. I heard he married and had children back in his hometown and is living a good life. It's not like the rumors said his leg was really broken." Xiao Ya couldn't contain her curiosity.
"Who knows?"
...
Luan Yenan changed into his full racing suit and tucked his helmet under his arm.
Her slender figure was outlined by the tight-fitting racing suit.
Like a finely sculpted statue, it stood outside the changing area, attracting frequent glances from passersby.
One glance, then another.
Only when they were caught by those deep eyes and felt the intimidating presence of a falcon did these people flee in fear.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh, "A beautiful face is a beautiful face." When she wasn't crazy, she was incredibly beautiful, like Medusa's trap, stunningly beautiful yet carrying a deadly danger.
When a small white flower bloomed beside her, colorful flowers also bloomed on Medusa's head.
Zuo Baixuan caught the moment her gaze shifted from indifference to tenderness.
Zuo Baixuan paused in her work of tidying up clothes.
Luan Yenan stood half in the light and half in the shadow, a gentle smile on his face, shielding everything around him.
She was here, waiting for her wife.
And his wife was himself.
The soft light all focused on Zuo Baixuan.
Even though Zuo Baixuan knew that Luan Yenan's actions and expressions were all an act, her heart still skipped a beat, her breath caught in her throat, and it took her a while to recover.
She kept her head down, using the act of tidying her clothes to avoid being seen.
Zuo Baixuan was unaware that while she was admiring the scenery, she was also being admired as part of the scenery by others.
Luan Yenan walked down from Zuo Baixuan, her hair disheveled.
The racing suit was tight-fitting, but Zuo Baixuan, not used to it, didn't button it up properly, so the racing suit looked like it had been stolen from her sister's closet, hanging loosely and looking somewhat sloppy.
A slovenly little white flower.
An amusement flickered in Luan Yenan's eyes.
I took a deep breath and smelled a hint of floral fragrance amidst the pungent smell of engine oil.
"Didn't that staff member teach you how to wear a racing suit?" Luan Yennan grabbed Zuo Baixuan's collar.
Pulled by this force, Zuo Baixuan took two steps forward and pressed herself against Luan Yenan, instinctively hugging her waist.
So detailed!
In a panic, he tried to stop.
Luan Yenan's bright smile hit her eyes directly, and she came back to her senses.
They appear to be a loving couple in public, so what's wrong with them putting their arms around each other's waists?
She then boldly and openly embraced his waist tightly.
Luan Yenan raised his eyebrows.
Little girl, you're trying to take advantage of me!
Zuo Baixuan also raised her eyebrows.
So what if we're taking advantage?
So self-righteous?
Luan Yenan suppressed his imposing aura, wanting to see what Zuo Baixuan was really thinking.
In public, they are husband and wife, so isn't it perfectly justified to be so confident?
Zuo Baixuan appeared to be in the right, but her face gradually flushed red.
Under Luan Yenan's gaze, he chose to speak softly: "I told you, but I think I still wore the wrong thing."
Motorsports involve high risks, so racing suits and helmets have become the life-saving defense for racing athletes.
The racing suits worn by professional race car drivers and some amateur race car drivers are custom-made.
The racing suits they wear are designed to fit different body sizes, with some buckles adjusted for use.
Following Zuo Baixuan's embrace, Luan Yenan pulled on the two buckles behind his back.
"Ah! It hurts...it hurts! Be gentle!" Zuo Baixuan waved her hands, anxious to push Luan Yenan away.
My chest was completely locked by the clothes, and I almost couldn't breathe.
Zuo Baixuan glared at Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan, still smiling, tugged at Zuo Baixuan's collar, fastening the front of her clothes tightly: "There's no other way, it's safer to be close to the skin. Understand?"
"Got it, see? I did it right, didn't I?" Zuo Baixuan followed her instructions, fastening the buckles on her hands and feet, and then turned her around to confirm.
As Zuo Baixuan turned around, Luan Yenan put his arm around her shoulder and asked, "Are you ready to face the new challenge?"
Zuo Baixuan took a light breath.
Her emotions were stirred up by Luan Yennan.
Blood is circulating faster in the body uncontrollably.
It has nothing to do with pheromones or the fever period.
But her nerves were being stimulated by a substance called "Luan Yenan".
She suppressed her emotions and asked in return, "So, are you ready to win money?"
Luan Yenan was somewhat surprised, looking at Zuo Baixuan in his arms: "You're so confident that I can win?"
Zuo Baixuan shook her head: "I don't believe it, I'm just hoping for a miracle."
Luan Yenan laughed out loud: "What a miracle!"
Zuo Baixuan didn't think she had said anything wrong: "Anyway, you won't lose anything. You'll profit from this investment today, whether you win or lose. Is this what you call a win-win situation?"
Zuo Baixuan was remembering the bet she made with Luan Yenan.