After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 236

A bus from the University of Music took the people to the sports center in the urban area.

There is a racing track and some sports there. An Ziyu used to practice racing, while Yun Junping practiced running in the stadium.

The two groups of people separated, An Ziyu's group was going to the racing track.

It is said that one of them is a racing driver of the provincial racing team. He is sure to win this time.

The rest, are all top-notch families.

The speed of the racing car can be said to be at the racing level, and there are N sports cars in the family.

Right now, a tall and thin girl came to the team, with a lazy smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was very pretty.

Many people turned their heads to look behind them, "Hey, who is this?"

"Ah, An Ziyu! That piano girl who's been very popular recently on TV."

"Damn it, why is she more beautiful in person than in the camera!"

"I also think that she is really beautiful. I thought it was artificial, but I didn't expect it to be natural. Look at the facial features, ah, natural is beautiful!"

The coach walked in front, looked at An Zixuan with contempt as he looked at the goods, and passed her to walk in front.

"What are you looking at? Can you win by being good-looking? One by one, if you have this kind of mind to judge people, it's better to drive well and don't make a fool of yourself at that time."

After finishing speaking, he meant something, "Some people pretend to be fat when they are poor. Why do they come to the racing track to cause trouble? Women drive like that, and they still drive racing cars. Isn't it messy enough? Pretending to be smart."

An Ziyu raised his eyebrows, "..."

What happened to the people in this school? ?

Who is poor? ?I just have no money, what's wrong? ?

Thinking of this, An Zizhen smiled, walked over and intentionally walked shoulder to shoulder with the coach.

Then she made a stretching movement, pretending to be inadvertent, and hit the coach on the back of the head.

Coach Piaji smashed his face directly into the lawn.

It can be seen how ruthless that strength is.

An Ziyu lowered his eyes and glanced, "Some people, who can't even walk, are racing cars. Let's go racing! Don't look at people with colored glasses, show off your intelligence."

Everyone, "..."

……

All the other students drove off.

Because it was the first time for An Ziyu to participate in this racing competition.

So the coach reluctantly gave An Ziyu a learning racing car.

"You, just drive this car and learn to drive first."

"I can drive."

The coach smiled, "You know it? Are you driving a bumper car? Do you have a driver's license? Still driving? I don't know how your school got you in."

An Ziyu has a driver's license, but the car he drives every day is different from the car he drives at this time.

Right now, the coach is sitting aside, "You must remember the helmet and steering wheel, do you hear me?"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Seeing the car "boom", An Zizhen stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car flew out like a rocket.

The coach didn't have time to fasten his seat belt, so piaji, who looked like a pot sticker, hit his face on the windshield again.

Before he could react, An Zixuan slammed on the brakes.

The whole body of the coach flew back to his seat.

Then, An Ziyu stepped on the gas pedal again, and the coach came up with the familiar glass paste.

After pasting, because of An Zizhen's brake, he was thrown back on the chair.

He was so out of breath that he finally caught the chance and reached out to give An Zizhen a slap in the face.

He has been a coach in the sports center, especially the racing track, for so many years.

I have never met such a disobedient person.

(End of this chapter)