Chapter 609 (2/2)

Viewers truly loved watching live streamers getting slapped in the face. Her bullet curtain became flooded with “LOLs” and “ROFLMAOs.” Others spoke up ——

When I saw that nasty drift, I already gave up on Xia Hai. He was not flashy enough!

“Hey guys. First time visiting this channel. Is this a film or was that races real?”

“Of course it’s real. You can go to the scene and watch in person. It’s amazing, just like watching an Esports competition.”

“How does that feel, Jiaxi? Getting slapped in the face? Hahah you wouldn’t stop hyping the King up like a brainless fan!”

“I’m now a fan of that chick. I hereby beg that Lady Jia Zi approach her for an interview!”

“I was truly shocked! That was a scene straight out of an anime. I never expected someone to actually pull it off. She’s simply awesome, right?!”

“I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, but I feel like I’ve just witnessed Zhao Xiaomei in reality. That violence! That reckless abandonment!”

“Those who have watched “Fast Track: No Limits,” please don’t leave. Let’s cheer for Lady Zhao Xiaomei!”

“Lady Jia Zi. For your own good, you should follow this extraordinary female racer in the future. She’s faster and flashier than Xia Hai. I don’t see why I have to stay in Xia Hai’s fanclub!”

…

Qian Xiaojia ‘slapping her own face’ was one thing. It was worth it, seeing how her own live stream shot up to the next level. It exceeded a million views. In her heart, she smiled.

Qian Xiaojia saw the requests on the bullet curtain. Among them were several viewers who had donated heavily to her channel. Well, she couldn’t turn them down, now. That woman’s beauty would make her look like a roadside beggar, but she did not care now. Her viewers came first. When she was done with the interview, she would boldly request for due payment…

Zhao Hao finally regained enough sensation in his legs to pull himself out of the car. His face was as white as a ghost, and he was barely conscious. His only thought was —— This is a f*cking miracle! I still f*cking live!

Back at the S-curve, he had screamed. It was not a shout of victory, but he was utterly convinced that he was going to die.

He staggered to the side of the track and emptied his guts out. It was truly great to be alive!

That was when he felt something off. Something was wet, and it was at his crotch?

His white face turned green. He scrambled to the toilet, falling over along the way. This was way too embarrassing. He would never sit in his sister’s car again, no matter how curious he was…

This was not adrenaline. This was life and death. He finally understood the meaning of those phrases such as “a cornered animal is at its most deadliest state,” “There is little hope of survival.” If someone asked him whether his pampered self had ever experienced despair, he had a certain answer to offer. It had all occurred during a single night, when his sister had taken him on a drive!