Six years later, I and my four cubs blew up my ex-husband's house

Chapter 2445 No. 1

Xia Lin didn't expect that she would meet such an unlucky person here.

She frowned involuntarily and subconsciously tightened her grip on Marcy's hand.

Marcy had a calm expression on her face, and didn't want to say anything more to Anya.

She raised her foot and wanted to leave.

But, how could Anya let her go like this!

She turned slightly to the side, blocking the way of Marcy and the others.

Just now she saw the fan uniforms they were wearing, and they were fans of Singh.

The corners of her mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, and she sneered, "I didn't expect you guys would come to watch the races. Do you understand?"

Marcy stopped.

Since the other party has done this, I must fight back and not let her go.

Marcy raised her eyes slightly, and responded in a calm but provocative tone: "Why, Senior Anya doesn't understand, do you need me to explain it to you?

No way? Even someone with a mental problem can understand this kind of game, right? "

Anya's face darkened.

Did you hear that this is a disguised way of saying that you are not smart?

Her face turned cold, her eyes sharp as a knife, and she retorted in a cold tone: "Is that what I mean? Racing is not something that anyone can get involved in.

Do you know how much those cars cost? What kind of performance do they have?

Marcy laughed, and there was a distinct hint of sarcasm in her laughter.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "That's really funny, we're just here to join in the fun and watch the racing.

When did watching a car race become so demanding on the audience that they have to know everything?

Does knowing everything mean you can go on the field?

"Sister Anya knows so much, why is she still here? She should be competing instead of being a lecturer."

After being repeatedly criticized, Anya's face instantly turned gloomy, her originally rosy cheeks turned ashen, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, several friends nearby immediately gathered around.

One of them couldn't help but ask, "Anya, who is this person? Why does he speak with such an attitude?"

Anya took a deep breath and responded coldly, "Humph! He's just an ignorant person who daydreams all day and only wants to hook up with rich men."

Her words were full of contempt, and she even glanced deliberately in Marcy's direction.

When my friend heard this, he immediately agreed: "Why bother with her? She's not on the same level as us. Don't let her ruin our good mood."

"Exactly. Even though she's a fan of Singh, she can only watch from afar. We're different. We can meet and talk directly, and even get each other's contact information and become friends."

The other party raised his chin disdainfully, his tone full of superiority.

Then she urged, "Let's go! Ignore them. They're really degrading."

After hearing this, Anya was finally satisfied, and she saw that Marcy's expression was obviously full of pride.

After that, several people left.

Marcy stood there, motionless, with an inexplicably strange expression on her face and her brows furrowed.

Seeing this, Xia Lin thought that Anya's words had hurt her, and she said softly in a comforting voice, "Shi Yang, don't mind what they say. We didn't intend to have any contact with Singer anyway, so there's no need to compare us like this.

So, there’s no need to worry about it.”

As she spoke, she patted Marcie's arm gently.

Suddenly, Marcy burst out laughing, her eyes curved into crescents, and she said, "Who said that? I want to get in touch with him! I even want him to give me an autograph!"

Charlene exclaimed, "Ah!" and couldn't help but feel worried.

The man just now looked calm and composed, and seemed to know the racing club. What if his good friend gets embarrassed?

Worry entwined her thoughts like vines.

However, Marcy didn't care at all. With a relaxed smile on her face, she put her arm around Charlene's shoulders and said, "I'll go back soon! The game is about to start."

Charlene followed passively, her steps hesitant.

It wasn't until she returned to her seat and saw several big guys around her that she stopped worrying.

What if... these big guys also know people in the club?

Putting aside other things, with the social circles of Mr. Fu and Mr. Jiang, isn’t it easy to get to know a racing driver?

Thinking of this, she felt as if a hanging stone had fallen to the ground and settled down.

Marcy now asked with sparkling eyes, "Has it started yet?"

Xiaobai immediately put on a smile and nodded repeatedly, "It's almost there, it's almost there, Singer's next."

Marcy perked up and stared in the direction of the starting point without blinking.

As for Zhou Si, he had already read the general information and had a general understanding of racing.

After a while, Singh's game began.

The entire stadium was instantly boiling with excitement, attracting everyone's attention, and the audience's cheers surged like a tide.

There are many racers in this session, and each of them is very strong, but most of the attention at the scene is still focused on the young and talented racer Singh.

Many people held their breath, eager to see if he could perform a miracle.

And it turns out that Singh does not disappoint.

From the very start, he took the lead, rushing out of the starting line like an arrow with the engine roaring.

Along the way, he faced several extremely dangerous turns, such as the famous S-shaped curve, and he precisely controlled the car body to drift through it.

These skills are beyond words, as smooth as dancing, perfectly reflecting the qualities of a professional driver.

Singh not only basically met the strict requirements of the competition, but also far exceeded expectations in extreme speed and stability. Every move he made was amazing.

Thunderous applause and screams erupted from the audience, one wave higher than the other, deafening and almost blowing away the clouds above the stadium.

Every thrilling overtaking at a bend or dazzling sparks from the tires rubbing against the ground made the hearts of everyone in the stands feel lifted up and hang in their throats.

The chasing vehicle behind was biting very closely, the roar of the engine and the scream of the tires gripping the road were intertwined, as if a suffocating collision could happen at any time.

This kind of exciting feeling makes the blood boil, adrenaline surges, palms sweat, and heart beats so fast that it seems to burst through the chest.

At about eight minutes, Singh's iconic No. 06 car, like an arrow from a bow, was the first to cross the finish line!

At that moment, the whole scene went crazy!

A huge sound wave swept over like a real tsunami. The enthusiastic cheers and screams that almost pierced the eardrums filled every corner and made the ground tremble.

The sound almost pierced the eardrums of Marcy and her group.

Fu Sichen reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively turning sideways and immediately covering his wife's ears tightly with his broad palms.

Amidst the clamor, he raised his voice and asked Vincent next to him, "How many minutes did it take him?"

Vincent stared at the precise timer in his hand and read out the numbers loudly, "Eight minutes and thirty-six seconds."

As soon as these words came out, Xiaobai's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief, and he exclaimed, "Oh my god, at this time, I remember correctly, he's first place, right?"