F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Chapter 93 It's so exciting to show off and then run away!

At 10:30 p.m., the glass door of the barbecue restaurant was pushed open from the inside.

A slightly cool summer night breeze blew in, making the group of college students, who had just come out of the stuffy private room, shiver involuntarily, and their drunkenness dissipated by half.

"Ouch, I'm so full."

Zhang Qiang patted his round belly, his face flushed, and stood on the steps. He turned around and shouted to everyone, "Brothers and sisters, it's still early! We've finally managed to get together, and this is just the beginning! I've booked a large private room at the karaoke bar up ahead. Let's go for the second round! Nobody's leaving early tonight!"

"Let's go! Let's go sing! Zhao Peng, you drank quite a bit at the dinner table, you're going to have to sing 'Qinghai-Tibet Plateau' as punishment at the karaoke later!" Several boys chimed in, and the girls excitedly gathered together to discuss what songs to choose.

Amidst the bustling noise, Lin Feng quietly walked to the roadside, took out his phone, and aimed it at a shared bicycle, ready to scan the code.

"Hey, Lin Feng, where are you going?" Zhang Qiang, with his sharp eyes, spotted Lin Feng preparing to slip away and quickly went down the steps to stop him.

The others also looked over.

"You guys go ahead and have fun, I have to go." Lin Feng hopped on his bicycle, put one foot on the ground, and waved to the crowd. "I have things to do early tomorrow morning, so I need to go back and get some sleep."

Upon hearing this, the students who had initially intended to offer advice exchanged glances, their expressions a complex mix of emotions.

There was sympathy, helplessness, and a sense of superiority that I was fortunate not to have to live such a hard life.

Zhao Peng stepped forward and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder like an older brother, then sighed earnestly.

"Alright, we know it's not easy for you to make a living, so we won't force you. Lin Feng, I mentioned driving a forklift to you at the dinner table earlier. Think about it carefully when you get back. Working in the wind and sun isn't a long-term solution. If you encounter any difficulties, just let us know in the group chat, and we'll definitely help if we can."

"Alright, thanks Peng-ge, thanks class monitor. Have fun everyone, I'm off now."

Lin Feng suppressed a laugh and nodded vigorously, making a move to step on the pedal.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Li Hao and Wang Wei dared not utter a sound, for fear that if they opened their mouths, they would burst out laughing and expose Lin Feng's Oscar-worthy performance.

"Om one—"

Just as Lin Feng had pedaled the bicycle half a meter away...

A deep, resonant engine roar suddenly came from the street corner, a sound unique to high-displacement performance cars that stood out conspicuously in the quiet street.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

A Porsche Cayenne Turbo, all black and gleaming with a streamlined sheen under the streetlights, drove up slowly like an elegant black panther and came to a precise stop on the side of the road in front of the barbecue restaurant, blocking Lin Feng's shared bicycle.

The starting price of this car in China would be at least two million yuan, not to mention its top-of-the-line sports package.

These college students, who were still struggling to earn a few thousand yuan in internship wages, had never seen anything like this before. They were immediately drawn to the spectacle and began to whisper among themselves.

"Holy crap, this Panamera looks pretty cool — wait, isn't this the top-of-the-line Cayenne?" A car enthusiast couldn't help but swear.

"Why is this car parked here? To pick someone up?" Zhao Peng frowned as well.

Just as everyone was completely baffled, the passenger window of the Porsche slowly rolled down.

In the driver's seat, a girl held the steering wheel with one hand and casually rested the other on the edge of the window. Today, she wasn't wearing one of those exaggerated bucket hats and masks, but only a pair of brown sunglasses, and her high ponytail looked neat and stylish.

The girl turned her head, took off her sunglasses, and revealed a face so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

She raised an eyebrow at Lin Feng, who was straddling a bicycle, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was clear and melodious.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, you've returned the bike, right? I'm going that way anyway, want a ride?"

Everyone else froze, as if they had been looked at by Medusa.

Zhang Qiang's mouth was so wide open that a duck egg could fit inside.

Zhao Peng's hand, which was originally about to wave goodbye, froze in mid-air.

Liu Meng stared wide-eyed at the girl in the car, a thunderbolt striking her mind, making her feel as if her soul was about to leave her body.

Anyone who has internet access at home, watched the Olympics, or seen a GG sign on the street would absolutely recognize this face!

"Gu—Gu Ailing?!"

Liu Meng let out a sharp, piercing scream, completely unaware that her phone had fallen to the ground.

The moment those three words were uttered, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of gasps and gasps.

"It really is her! Oh my god! A living Olympic champion!"

"What's she doing here? Who was she talking to just now? Lin Feng?!"

Suddenly, as if electrified, Liu Meng's mind connected the race car driver photo she had seen at the dinner table, Lin Feng's fluent English, and all his previous words and actions in an instant!

"Lin Feng — Race car driver Lin Feng —"

Liu Meng's legs went weak and she almost lost her balance. Her hand trembled as she pointed at Lin Feng, who was straddling the shared bicycle. Her voice was so shaky that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"You—you're not a truck driver! You—you are—"

Seeing that his old classmates had finally connected on a brainwave, Lin Feng, who had been holding back his mischievous intentions, could no longer contain himself.

Now that his identity has been exposed, there's no need to pretend to be a timid, low-level worker anymore.

He took out his phone, casually pressed "End Trip," and the shared bike lock automatically snapped shut.

Lin Feng kicked off the kickstand and stepped off the bicycle.

He didn't look at his classmates who were already dumbfounded. Instead, he grabbed the collar of his cheap T-shirt with both hands and tugged at it seriously, as if he were adjusting a bespoke suit.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost.

This laborer, who had just been looked down upon and pitied by them, arrogantly tossed his hair, opened the passenger door of the Porsche, and got in.

Before closing the door, Lin Feng leaned out of the car window, gave his petrified old classmates on the steps a smug smile, and casually made a "peace" gesture.

"Sorry everyone, my boss personally drove to pick me up from get off work. Have fun at the karaoke bar! I won't be thinking about the forklift anymore. See you later!"

"boom--!

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Gu Ailing cooperated by stepping on the gas pedal to the floor.

The Porsche Cayenne let out a deafening roar, its tires scraping against the asphalt, leaving a wisp of blue smoke, and vanished like a black lightning bolt into the bustling night of Wudaokou.

All that remained was exhaust fumes and more than twenty college students looking disheveled in the summer breeze.

Li Hao and Wang Wei couldn't hold back any longer. They squatted down on the curb, laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces, and pounding the ground in frustration.

Zhao Peng looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his face alternating between pale and flushed, a truly spectacular sight.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time. He felt as if he had been slapped a hundred times across the face, and his face was burning with pain.

The interior of the Porsche is quiet and comfortable.

As the car entered the ring road, Gu Ailing, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned her head to glance at Lin Feng, who was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight in the passenger seat.

"Is it really necessary to be this happy? The way you got into the car just now, you looked like a peacock with its tail feathers spread out. I wanted to pretend I didn't know you." Gu Ailing shook her head in disdain.

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Lin Feng leaned back in the leather seat, laughing so hard he was panting.

"You didn't see their expressions just now, it was absolutely hilarious. That guy who asked me to drive a forklift will probably never recommend a job to anyone again in his life."

As Lin Feng spoke, he recounted to Gu Ailing everything that had happened at the dinner table.

Gu Ailing laughed heartily after hearing this.

"Boss Lin, you're really wasting your talent by not going to Hollywood. You're really daring to make this up."

After laughing, Gu Ailing turned her head at a red light and looked at him with some confusion.

"But seriously, why don't you just tell them who you are? You're a top figure in the sports world now. If you reveal your identity, they won't be so condescending towards you."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Lin Feng's face gradually faded.

"Actually, it's not that I intentionally wanted to pretend to be poor." Lin Feng shrugged. "It's just that we're from different worlds now. All they're thinking about is getting into graduate school, interning at big companies, and getting government jobs. If I told them I drive a professional race car and earn tens of millions a year, it would be meaningless except for a few insincere compliments and jealousy. They wouldn't even be able to eat in peace."

He turned to look at Gu Ailing.

"Like a lion passing by a flock of chirping sparrows, is it necessary to stop and roar at them to prove that it is the king of beasts? There's no need for that. In private, I prefer to be low-key and be an ordinary person. People at my level have long passed the stage of needing to show off to unrelated people to gain a sense of recognition."

Gu Ailing looked at the man in front of her with a doting smile: "Boss Lin, you were pretty cool just now."

"Of course," Lin Feng accepted the compliment without any modesty.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, Lin Feng's phone suddenly rang.

The screen displayed the name of agent Zhou Kai.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, what instructions do you need in the middle of the night?" Lin Feng pressed the answer button.

"Lin Feng! Good news!"

Zhou Kai's voice came through the phone.

"A producer from CCTV just called me personally! They're preparing to film a documentary series about China's new generation of athletes, and they're planning to do a special episode about you!"

"CCTV-1? Documentary?" Lin Feng was taken aback.

This isn't some random entertainment interview; a documentary that airs on CCTV-1 represents the highest level of official recognition.

"Yes! And it's airing during prime time!" Zhou Kai spoke rapidly. "This is a genuine surge in national recognition! It will not only greatly enhance your personal commercial value, but it will also have historic significance for the promotion of motorsports in China!"

Lin Feng stroked his chin.

Actually, he was quite afraid of these serious, official filming sessions. If he were made to read a script in front of the camera, it would be worse than death for him.

"How do they plan to film this? If they want me to sit in a studio, all dressed up and answering questions, forget it, I'd find that boring," Lin Feng said, making a condition.

"No need for a studio! They'll just follow you around and film your most authentic summer vacation life!" Zhou Kai quickly explained.

Upon hearing "the real state of life," Lin Feng's heart tightened.

"Wait! Brother Zhou, explain this to them." Lin Feng lowered his voice, "Following me is fine, filming me go-karting at the Tengyue Club is fine, filming me running is fine, filming me eating is fine, but!"

Lin Feng emphasized through gritted teeth.

"Absolutely, absolutely not! You can't film me practicing in that beat-up Santana at the driving school! And you absolutely can't film me taking my road test! There's no room for negotiation on this!"

What a joke!

He's a world-class racing driver; if a billion viewers across China were to see him being verbally abused by a stern-faced driving school instructor on CCTV-1's documentary—

He might as well just buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it; this guy is so embarrassing!

Zhou Kai on the other end of the phone was completely bewildered and could only quickly reassure him, "Don't worry, don't worry! The producer said they want your professional image in the racing world. Who would bother filming you backing into a parking space for no reason? The driving school scene is definitely not going to be filmed!"

"That's good." Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand. "Take it. Let them arrange a time."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Ailing couldn't stop laughing.

"Lin Feng, I've discovered that you're incredibly concerned with saving face, even at the cost of your own well-being. You're not afraid of speeding, but you're terrified of people finding out you're practicing for your driving test."

"This is called upholding professional dignity!" Lin Feng retorted confidently. "This is the bottom line!"

On a summer night, the Porsche sped smoothly along the ring road.

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