My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 111: Bombing the Japanese again?
A civilian racetrack on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

The M5 roared and sped along the track... cornering, drifting, and then accelerating suddenly on the straight, whizzing past the grandstand.

Behind the railing at the edge of the track, Lu Yuan was accompanied by a man in his thirties with tanned skin. He was the person in charge of the racetrack, surnamed Zhou.

Manager Zhou's mouth was agape as he exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Lu, has your girlfriend received professional training?"

Lu Yuan calmly countered, "Manager Zhou, what level do you think she is?"

Manager Zhou clicked his tongue and pondered for a moment: "Let me put it this way, they are much better than the vast majority of rich kids who come here to burn money and seek thrills!"
Those people drive fast, but that's the performance of cars bought with money; they're completely lost when they get to curves.

Miss Chen is different; she's truly talented. If she were willing to put in the effort to practice, she might even be able to race on a professional track!

During the conversation, the M5 drifted and came to a steady stop in front of the two of them.

The car door opened, and Chen Xiaomiao stepped out of the driver's seat, took off her helmet, and let her long, black hair cascade down like a waterfall.

Her originally delicate and charming face was now flushed with excitement.

She put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and exhaled a long breath, her chest heaving violently.

My goodness!

Lu Yuan is absolutely right!
This thing can really make you feel like you're in heaven!

Several staff members jogged forward to check the vehicle's condition and prepare to change the tires.

Lu Yuan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it over, a smile playing on his lips: "Having fun? If you think it's exciting, change the tires and run a couple more laps."

Chen Xiaomiao took the water, gulped down more than half of the bottle, wiped her mouth, rolled her eyes, and gestured with her chin towards Lu Yuan.

"What's the point of me playing by myself? You come up here too, I'll take you for a spin, I guarantee you'll have a blast!"

Lu Yuan's face instantly froze.

Looking at his expression, Chen Xiaomiao blinked.

"What, you don't want to?"

"How can it be."

Lu Yuan coughed lightly and straightened his back.

Just kidding, a man can't say no!

After the staff signaled that the tire change was complete, Lu Yuan reluctantly opened the passenger door.

Chen Xiaomiao quickly sat back in the driver's seat, put her helmet back on, fastened her seatbelt, and turned to him with a smile, asking, "Are you settled in?!"

Before she could finish speaking, she floored the accelerator.

"boom--!"

Lu Yuan felt the back of his head hit the headrest with a "thud," and the powerful push-back force pressed him firmly into the seat, leaving only a deafening roar in his ears.

The scenery outside the window instantly transformed into flowing blocks of color, as if the whole world had been stretched and distorted.

Three full laps.

When the car came to a stop in the repair area again, Lu Yuan got out of the car.

He staggered a couple of steps, grabbed the roadside railing for support, his face deathly pale, and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Looking back at Chen Xiaomiao, she seemed completely relaxed and carefree, as if nothing had happened...

Sometimes you have to admit that talent is something you can't deny!
Chen Xiaomiao walked up to Lu Yuan and patted him on the back twice with considerable force.

Why are you so listless?

She put her glasses back on and looked at Lu Yuan curiously.

Lu Yuan forced himself to stand up straight: "It's nothing... I ate a bit too much for breakfast, so I have indigestion."

"Oh--"

Chen Xiaomiao dragged out her words, with an expression that said, "I don't believe your nonsense."

Upon arriving at the racetrack's rest area, Manager Zhou had already prepared Longjing tea and exquisite refreshments, and greeted us warmly.

"Miss Chen, your technique is truly amazing!"

Manager Zhou, beaming, gave Chen Xiaomiao a thumbs-up: "Seriously, would you be interested in getting a professional competition license? If you agree, I can immediately arrange it for you, guaranteeing a smooth process!" "Competitions?"

Chen Xiaomiao shook her head: "I don't want to run any races. I just come here occasionally to take a lap or two and clear my head."

Upon hearing this, Manager Zhou's smile widened even more.

They're not after fame, they just want to have fun—these are top-tier, high-quality clients!
He quickly pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it over with both hands: "Ms. Chen is right! It's just for fun!"
This is my business card. If you ever want to get your hands on any cars or do any modifications, just give me a call, and I'll take care of everything!

In his eyes, the quiet and well-behaved little girl in front of him, speaking fluent Yuzhou dialect, is very likely to develop into a walking god of wealth in the future.

Chen Xiaomiao politely accepted the business card, rested for a while, and waited for Lu Yuan's nausea to subside before the two left the racetrack.

On the way back, Lu Yuan took over driving.

He drove very slowly, never exceeding 40 miles per hour.

The car window was open, and the evening breeze blew in, ruffling Chen Xiaomiao's hair.

As soon as she slowed down, her mind, which had just been filled with extreme speed, started to wander again.

She turned to look at Lu Yuan, who looked utterly dejected, and suddenly asked, "Lu Yuan, tell me... how fast can the fastest man-made things be these days?"

"The fastest?" Lu Yuan thought for a moment: "I can't say for sure. I'll have to go online and check. Rockets and probes, their speed is unimaginable."

Chen Xiaomiao then asked, "How did you manage to do it so quickly?"

This problem stumped Lu Yuan.

He can't possibly start with Newton's three laws and go all the way to aerodynamics and rocket fuel chemistry, can he?

"This... is complicated to explain."

Lu Yuan gave a wry smile: "Because you lack the most basic... well, basic scientific knowledge. I could say a lot and you still wouldn't understand."

Chen Xiaomiao pouted and didn't ask any more questions. She took out her phone, tilted her head, and started swiping on it.

She first looked up "the world's fastest car," then "the world's fastest airplane," and stared at the incredible data and pictures on the screen with her mouth slightly agape, her face full of disbelief.

As she looked around, she seemed to realize something and looked up at Lu Yuan, asking, "Lu Yuan, do you mean that the fact that cars and airplanes have been getting faster and faster over the past few decades means... an increase in productivity?"

Lu Yuan was taken aback by her words and glanced at her sideways.

Goodness, this girl can actually apply what she's learned to other situations!

He nodded: "You could say that. The increase in vehicle speed can be seen as part of productivity."

Upon receiving a positive response, Chen Xiaomiao felt as if her meridians had been opened, and her thinking suddenly became much more active.

"Then...what about war?" she pressed. "Is it true that in wars, whoever builds the fastest-running and fastest-flying things is the most powerful?"

“That’s true,” Lu Yuan replied. “Modern warfare emphasizes speed, effectiveness, and precision. Detection equals destruction; speed is combat power.”

Chen Xiaomiao fell silent.

She leaned back in her chair, turning her head to look at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, her gaze unfocused.

The light inside the car flickered, illuminating her delicate face with glasses.

After a long silence, she finally spoke softly.

"I've lost my chance..."

"What opportunity?"

"If I have a baby in the future..."

She turned her head, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses, and looked intently at Lu Yuan: "Let him become that... scientist, specializing in researching the fastest things in the world!"

Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Good heavens... they've already planned out the child's future?
He asked, half-laughing, half-crying, "Why bother researching the fastest thing?"

Chen Xiaomiao's answer was resolute, still possessing that unwavering ruthlessness that came from the bone.

"Is that even a question? Of course, we're going to bomb the Japanese devils!"

Lu Yuan: "..."

　I'm already on my way home. Regular updates will resume tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)