Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

The private racetrack deep inside S University was already packed with people.

The track was packed with students who had rushed over after hearing the news, many of them holding up their phones and excitedly discussing it.

Bo Jinghuai's black Bugatti and Jiang Yan's blue sports car were parked side by side in front of the starting line.

The engines growled, like two ferocious beasts poised to pounce.

Su Jingsheng quietly squeezed to the front row and looked at Bo Jinghuai in the driver's seat of the Bugatti.

With the car window half-lowered, you could see the outline of his profile, his jawline taut.

Bo Jinghuai rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other casually on the car window sill, his sleeve rolled up to reveal his muscular forearm.

Wild, yet composed.

"Young Master Bo hasn't raced in a long time."

"Back then, he was a recognized racing legend in Beijing, it's just a pity he hasn't been racing for many years."

"Jiang Yan is no slouch either; he's the current captain of the racing team."

"Not even close. Bo Shao's skill is innate, while Jiang Yan is just someone who plays a lot, a professional."

The buzzing of voices continued.

Jiang Yan sat in his car, glanced at Bo Jinghuai through the rearview mirror, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

Back when Bo Jinghuai was into racing, he was just an unknown nobody in the racing world.

Later, Bo Jinghuai was banned by the old man, and only then did he slowly make a name for himself in the industry.

But no one dared to touch the title of racing legend.

The referee stood between the two cars and raised his hand.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The hand falls——

Both cars sped off at the same time.

The Bugatti shot out like a black lightning bolt, with half of its body flashing out in an instant.

Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and slammed on the gas pedal, the blue sports car following closely behind.

The first bend.

The Bugatti didn't slow down at all; it drifted, its tires grazing the edge of the track, and the car smoothly swung through the corner.

"Oh My God!"

"That cornering speed!"

"Has Young Master Bo gone mad! He doesn't even slow down on this bend?"

A chorus of exclamations erupted.

Jiang Yan's face turned pale. He didn't dare to enter the turn without slowing down like Bo Jinghuai, so he could only slow down for a moment.

In that instant, the Bugatti had already left him two car lengths behind.

The second bend.

The third.

Bo Jinghuai's maneuvers were fluid and skillful, and every turn he took was terrifyingly wild.

The car seemed to come alive in his hands, each turn laced with a fierce intensity.

Arrogant, yet completely at ease.

Su Jingsheng looked at the black Bugatti on the track, her heart beating a little fast.

This was the first time she had seen Bo Jinghuai like this; he had shed his aloof and narcissistic demeanor in front of her, revealing the wildness and unruliness in his bones.

Like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.

On the track, the Bugatti was already a full 100 meters ahead.

The last lap.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at the rearview mirror. Jiang Yan's blue sports car was still trying its best to catch up, but the gap was too big, and it could no longer catch up.

He smirked, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and reached into the glove compartment with the other to pull out a cigarette, which he then put in his mouth.

No order.

It carried it in its mouth and crossed the finish line.

The Bugatti gradually slowed down and came to a stop at the end of the runway.

Bo Jinghuai got out of the car, leaned against the car body, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and smoke slowly escaped from his lips.

Jiang Yan's car crossed the finish line at this moment.

He got out of the car, his face pale and his back covered in sweat.

He walked up to Bo Jinghuai, forced a smile, and said, "Young Master Bo is amazing, I lost."

Bo Jinghuai looked up at him, his voice indifferent, "Your driving skills are alright, but you're too timid."

Jiang Yan's expression stiffened, and he remained silent.

The surrounding students began to cheer, and many people gathered around.

Bo Jinghuai ignored them, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Su Jingsheng.

She stood there looking at him, a faint smile on her lips.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away.

He stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, and went back to his car.

The Bugatti's engines started, and it slowly drove off the runway.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

……

At night, the Bugatti stopped at the intersection not far from the school gate, turned off the engine, and disappeared into the shadow of the sycamore trees.

Bo Jinghuai leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other pressing his temples.

I only went a few laps on the racetrack today, and I didn't get enough fun. Instead, it stirred up the wildness that's been suppressed in my bones.

The pheromones also ran rampant, like wild beasts that could not be contained.

Normally I can keep my temper in check with reason, but today the speed of the car triggered it all.

He needed to vent.

Racing is one form of expression, but it's clearly not enough to vent our frustrations today.

A highly compatible Omega is a different story.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a slender figure emerge from the school gate, look around, and jog towards him.

Su Jingsheng opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The Bugatti's engine roared and it shot off in an instant.

Ten minutes later, in the apartment's underground parking garage.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Bo Jinghuai got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side to open the door.

Before Su Jingsheng could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out.

"Jinghuai?" she called softly, puzzled, her steps faltering.

Bo Jinghuai didn't respond, and pulled her towards the elevator.

He took long strides, and Su Jingsheng almost had to jog to keep up.

As the elevator ascended, Bo Jinghuai leaned against the elevator wall, looking down at her.

Su Jingsheng wore a light pink knitted sweater today. The neckline was a bit large, revealing a section of her fair collarbone and slender neck.

He wanted to bite.

He wanted to inject pheromones like a madman.

The elevator doors opened.

Bo Jinghuai pushed open the door, didn't turn on the light, and directly put his arm around Su Jingsheng's waist, pinning her against the door panel.

His lips pressed against her delicate neck, kissing her repeatedly, with a bit too much force.

"Jinghuai." Su Jingsheng's slender white fingers gripped his shirt.

His hair was a bit stiff, and it pricked her skin.

Bo Jinghuai's arm muscles were taut, with bulging veins.

It looks exceptionally sexy, and exceptionally scary.

Pheromones are released from their suppressed state, and a violent undercurrent mixes with the coldness of the cedar.

Su Jingsheng's legs went weak.

She is afraid.

I'm afraid of his domineering pheromones.

She was even more afraid that he would press against her already aroused penis.

Even if she's naive, she knows what it is.

Like a wild beast, it was about to bite through her glands and possess her completely at the same time.

"Please don't kiss me anymore, okay?" she pleaded weakly, her voice trembling with tears.

"I'm scared."