Every word from her mouth was incredibly professional. She was even pointing out subtle techniques that he himself hadn''t known. How did she understand all this?
From the way she handled the steering wheel and controlled the pedals, it was clear she didn''t just understand it—she was a master. How could a teenage girl be so skilled at racing?
In the two seconds Melvin was distracted, the shy red sports car surged past him.
Melvin scowled and floored the elerator. The two cars began a high-speed chase around the track, a deadly dance with no escape.
"Holy crap!"
The other racers, who had been resting nearby, all jumped to their feet, their eyes glued to therge screen, letting out gasps of disbelief.
"Am I seeing things? The car keeping pace with the great Melvin... is that the Orient Country car?"
"It is," a blond man confirmed, his blue eyes wide with shock. "Since when did the Orient Country team get this good?"
Before this, they had never considered the struggling Orient Country team a threat. In fact, they were certain this would be theirst yearpeting in F1. But in just two days, something had drastically changed. What happened?
"Could it be they have an expert coaching them?" a man in sses asked with a smirk, chewing on his gum.
"An expert?" The other racers burst outughing at the suggestion. "You don''t mean the girl sitting next to him, do you?"
They all turned their gaze to the passenger seat. A momentter, the area erupted in loud, crudeughter and jeers.
"Coaching him where? In bed? Then I''d believe it!"
They had never seen a woman dare to participate in this extreme sport, let alone a delicate-looking, fragile woman from the Orient Country.
"The Orient Country team is looking really strong today. If they keep this up, they have a real shot at the top five."
At these words, the smiles on the faces of several racers vying for those top-five spots froze. If the Orient Country team made it, that meant one of them would be kicked
aut next year. They had to kicked
Something to prevent that from happening.
With that thought, the group of foreign racers exchanged knowing nces, sly, cunning grins spreading across their faces.
Nine minutes and two secondster, Melvin was the first to cross the finish line. His time was two
seconds slower than he''d hope
Kurt''s car had been constantly changing techniques, forcing him to adjust his own speed. Plus the
image of that girl''s face had been a persistent distraction.
Ten minutes and three secondster, Kurt''s red sports car roared past the finish line right behind him.
"No way!" Kurt stared at the timer, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “Juniper, am I seeing that right?”
Did he really just post that time? After all this training, his best time had been eleven minutes. He had just shaved off a massive chunk. He''d finally broken the eleven- minute barrier!
If he could maintain this pace during the race, he could definitely secure a spot in
the top five. The Orient Country racing program was saved!
"And you have the nerve to smile at that time?"
Juniper took off her helmet, tossed it into the back seat, and fixed him with an ice-cold re. She let loose a string of criticisms. If he hadn''t been so timid in the middle of the fap, afraid to elerate, his time could have been even faster.
Kurt hung his head, taking the verbalshing without a word. Juniper was a genius.
As long as he could win, she could yell at him all she wanted.
"Get ready. We''re doing anotherp.” Juniper pulled a piece of candy from her bag
and popped it into her mouth, her mood instantly improving.
The second round of training began. This time, Melvin didn''t join. He stood silently in front of the monitor, watching their every move.