The International F1 Grand Prix, Japan.
There were less than ten minutes left before the start of the race. Seven or eight racers were sitting in the waiting room, preparing for the race.
The most arrogant one in the waiting room was none other than the most popular racer this year, the famous American racer, James.
At this time, his assistant was beside him, and there were a few foreign reporters who were interviewing him at the side.
Just by looking at him, one could tell that he was not to be underestimated.
"Mr. James, as the most popular racer this year, do you think you have any competitors here?"
James had been in the top three for three consecutive years. Last year, he had lost to the previous champion, Yan Zhenting, by a small margin.
James glanced around with his blue eyes. He knew all the racers here, and none of them were a threat to him.
Thus, his gaze landed on a mysterious masked figure.
A guy who didn't even dare to show his face must be nothing special. He looked away disdainfully.
Naturally, he boasted shamelessly, "Now that Yan Zhenting's legs are crippled, no one in this world is my match, hahaha!"
The other racers sitting around glanced at him with disdain. Even the most popular racer couldn't insult the previous champion like that.
Yan Zhenting had been the F1 champion for three consecutive years. He was like a god, and no one could surpass him.
The masked man sitting in the corner was looking at the time. He didn't seem to care about the man's slander, or maybe he didn't hear him at all.
"Creak!"
The door of the waiting room was pushed open, and a woman in the No. 6 uniform came in with a helmet.
Her appearance changed the atmosphere of the room, which had been full of murderous and gloomy feelings.
"A woman? There are female racers in this year's race? "
"Hey, beauty, are you in the wrong room? The cheerleading team is in the next room. "
"Is the organizing committee crazy? There's no one left. Are they going to let a little girl make up the numbers? "
"..."
Everyone was surprised. Her appearance had caused quite a stir. After all, there had never been a female racer in the history of F1 racing.
Besides, she was only 20 years old. She probably didn't even know where the brakes and accelerators were.
Faced with these people's ridicule and doubts, Lu Qingyun smiled indifferently. She walked to the opposite side and sat down next to the masked racer.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Raisa's voice was heard. Lu Qingyun whispered, "Nothing. Don't forget our mission."
James's eyes were fixed on Lu Qingyun, and he walked towards Lu Qingyun.
"Hey, beauty, it's better to withdraw and follow me instead of crying when you lose the race..."
Lu Qingyun ignored him. In fact, she understood what he was talking about, but pretended not to understand English.
Seeing that she didn't answer, James began to move his hands. He reached out and touched her chin.
"What? You're not willing? There are plenty of women who want to be with me. Don't fail to appreciate my kindness."
Lu Qingyun's eyes were cold. Looking at her chin being touched, she clenched her fists subconsciously.
Three seconds, no, one second. She could break his fingers, make him lie on the ground and scream, and get out of the race forever.
"Ah!" James suddenly screamed. The masked man sitting next to Lu Qingyun suddenly reached out and grabbed his presumptuous fingers.
The guy lay on the ground and screamed in pain. It wasn't until his assistant rushed over that the masked racer let go of his hand.
"You, you two, wait and see. I will never let you go."
"If you're a real racer, you should compete on the track, not in the lounge."
The masked man finished this sentence in English and stared at Lu Qingyun. "Men's sports are not suitable for you."
She didn't expect him to help her. But this man was as annoying as James, and he looked down on women.
The race was about to start. Lu Qingyun glanced at the number on his shirt and gave him a final sentence.
"Number 13, right? I wanted to thank you, but since we are competitors, I won't let you win. "
A confident smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then she put on her helmet and walked to the race track.
Vroom, vroom, vroom!
On the circuitous and dangerous road, the No. 6 car and the No. 13 car were almost side by side, chasing each other.
The deafening roar of the race track and the sound of the engine drove the spectators around to scream crazily.
The No. 6 car crossed the finish line with a slight advantage. The audience stood up and shouted the name of the champion. "Silver Fox! Silver Fox! Silver Fox! "
A short man wearing a helmet got out of the red car and waved to the audience like a winner.
"The new champion has been born. Her codename 'Silver Fox' has won the championship of the Japanese race."
At this time, Lu Qingyun took off her heavy helmet and shook her long hair, revealing a perfect face.
Her milk-white skin accentuated her exquisite facial features, and her pair of lively eyes flashed with light.
No one had expected that the new champion of F1 would turn out to be a young and beautiful woman.
The results appeared on the big screen. Her result was not only the first, but also the best result of the previous champion, Yan Zhenting.
The commentator and the audience were completely crazy. They were broadcasting in both English and Japanese.
"The new champion is a goddess, the first female racing goddess in the history of F1 racing. Who is she?"
The big screen gave her a close-up. Her unique Asian face stunned the entire race track.
James, who got out of his car not far away, only got third place, which made him the "Forever Third."
James was so angry that he dropped his helmet on the spot. He had a heart attack and was taken away from the scene by the medical staff.
At this time, Raisa, who was wearing sunglasses, came into the picture and whispered in her ear, "Miss, the King Of Hearts has appeared."
"Well, I finally found her." Lu Qingyun's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
She had heard that the King Of Hearts would appear in the Japanese Grand Prix, but she did not expect that she would really be here. She smiled and said, "It's finally time to close the net."
The two left through the driver's passage, ignoring the uproar of the audience. She quickly took off her coat and put on the sunglasses and wig prepared by Raisa.
The whole process took less than three minutes. She changed her identity and makeup and drove the car that had been prepared outside the race track.
In the VIP private hot spring of the Leisure Club in the center of Japan.
On the edge of the cobblestone steps, a man's figure leaned back, his strong arms lying lazily on the rock wall.
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