"Ah, crap." Wang Zi muttered as he strolled out of the room.

Meanwhile, Natelie was having a conversation with Ya Lun.

"Hey, cheer up. You will win." Natelie cooed.

Ya Lun stood up, adjusting his helmet. "Hell. Of course I will win."

Natelie smirked. “Are you that confident?”

“Definitely.” Ya Lun stood up. “I have been driving ever since I am 16.”

“Wang Zi had been driving since he was 13.” Natelie rolled her eyes.

“Thirteen?” Ya Lun tried to sound dorkish(the nerd-ish way). So it practically sounded like: Fur-teen-ey.

“Well, illegally, though.” Natelie admitted sheepishly.

“How?” Ya Lun asked incredulously.

“Hello! His dad was a car-racing pro!” Natelie waved her hand in front of Ya Lun.

“Really?” Ya Lun asked, as he strutted out of the room like a peacock.

Natelie muttered. “Over confident. I won’t be surprised if he loses.”

“Ready.”

Wang Zi gripped his steering wheel tightly. Do not panic. Panic gets you to nowhere, except dead end. Wang Zi’s dad had told him when he was 15.

“Get set.”

Ya Lun’s foot itched to just step on the pedal. To start. To cheat.

“Go!”

Ya Lun had no time to hesitate then. He sped forward. And frowned when no matter how he changed his gear, Wang Zi’s car was still in front of him.

“WTF?!” Ya Lun cussed under his breath as they neared the finishing line.

Ya Lun started to panic as images of Wang Zi embracing with Gui Gui floated into his distracted mind.

Distracted, Ya Lun turned the steering wheel and his car spinned to a stop.

“YES!” The girls screamed.

“That’s my bro!” The boys cheered.

“Yea man!” Wang Zi shouted in relief as his car skidded to a stop with a beautiful yet graceful circle.

Gui Gui sighed in relief and smiled. God really did bless Wang Zi. At least Wang Zi still stand a chance in winning the next round!

“Argh!” Ya Lun stepped out of his smoking car. He shrugged his jacket off and took off his gloves and in frustration, he threw it to the ground.

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Next round... Who will win?

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