Chapter 237: Chapter 60 Huang Que and Ying Jun Chapter 237: Chapter 60 Huang Que and Ying Jun Ssssh————————
The Ferrari, with its revs pulled to the redline, executed a tail flick at the bend, managing to pull off a drift that barely passed as decent.
But the key point was…
This drift was completed by Zhao Yingjun all on her own.
The steering wheel, the gear shifting, and the timing of ramping up the revs were all under Zhao Yingjun’s control; Lin Xian didn’t say a word.
seem to really have a knack for driving.”
Her remarkably rapid progress was somewhat unbelievable even to Lin Xian.
In less than half an hour since the first hands-on drifting lesson, Zhao Yingjun was already managing corners on her own.
Although she still couldn’t help but decelerate significantly during the turn, and her drift arc was too long and too wide, not hugging the edge closely enough…
Half an hour earlier, Zhao Yingjun had still been a complete beginner, clumsy with even shifting gears.
To learn this much in just half an hour made Lin Xian feel inadequate; Zhao Yingjun could truly be called a street racing prodigy.
Who would have thought that such talent was hidden within the CEO of a cosmetics company?
“Your sense for the car is really good.”
“I know you can’t describe that feeling, nor are you clear about the principles behind many driving actions, but now you are operating the steering wheel and shifting gears purely by instinct.”
Upon hearing Lin Xian’s praise, Zhao Yingjun smiled happily:
“I thought I wasn’t doing well enough.”
“There’s a lot of room for improvement still… but you’re truly driving well.”
Lin Xian’s words contained no flattery whatsoever.
So far, the highest level of driving skill he had ever seen in a woman belonged to that enigmatic figure, Huang Que.
On the day when he encountered Huang Que on the elevated highway while riding in Su Su’s McLaren, Huang Que had boldly taken Zhao Yingjun’s Ferrari LaFerrari out for a ride, provocatively overtaking them up front.
Putting other things aside.
Huang Que’s superb driving skill had indeed shocked Lin Xian at the time.
Precise arcs, extreme control— that kind of car sense clearly resulted from a combination of practice and innate talent.
In Lin Xian’s opinion, Huang Que was already a woman in her thirties.
Why wasn’t she content staying at home to cook and take care of the children, instead of racing out on the streets?
Moreover, how had she honed such exquisite technique?
Lin Xian firmly believed his own driving skill still surpassed Huang Que’s, but that was a hard-earned ability, not to be spoken of in the same breath.
And what baffled Lin Xian the most was…
The techniques and habits Huang Que exhibited when taking corners were strikingly similar to his own.
At the time, he simply thought of it as Huang Que’s way to provoke him, deliberately using techniques familiar to him to take the curves.
These were questions he had intended to get to the bottom of by intercepting Huang Que; all the accumulated queries of recent times, to be clarified in one go.
But Huang Que was just that— Huang Que, a riddle of a person with a knack for appearing and disappearing without a trace, infuriatingly elusive.
Lin Xian turned his head…
Watching Zhao Yingjun steadily becoming more proficient at navigating another bend…
Sometimes he would fancifully wonder, could Huang Que have any special connection to Zhao Yingjun?
Like a Space-Time Traveler?
If 600 years later, someone as identical to Chu Anqing as CC could appear,
why couldn’t there be a Space-Time Traveler resembling Zhao Yingjun?
Unfortunately, this notion was dismissed almost as soon as it arose.
The reason was simple—
[Huang Que bore no resemblance to Zhao Yingjun in the slightest.]
Their features were completely different; Zhao Yingjun’s were sharper, while Huang Que’s appeared softer.
Their face shapes differed too: Zhao Yingjun had a classic melon seed face, while Huang Que had a rounder face with a hint of baby fat.
Not to mention Huang Que’s signature eyes…
Such starry, dark-blue pupils were simply not the kind China’s people were born with, not even commonly seen amongst mixed-race individuals.
So, Huang Que likely wasn’t of Chinese descent.
Another more “authentic” detail was that Zhao Yingjun’s earrings always matched the color of her coat, without ever so slight a mistake— a scrupulously precise trademark signature to her.
And on that rainy night Lin Xian saw Huang Que, it was clear to him.
Huang Que’s coat was beige, but her earrings were blue.
Just this one detail was enough to prove conclusively that Zhao Yingjun and Huang Que couldn’t possibly be the same person.
you wore a beige coat and blue earrings, what would it be like?”
Out of the blue, Lin Xian asked.
After considering for a moment, Zhao Yingjun frowned:
“What a strange combination.
I think I’d find it hard to accept.”
“You couldn’t accept it?”
“Couldn’t accept it.”
Zhao Yingjun shook her head, glancing at Lin Xian while she stepped on the gas:
“Do you like such a mix and match?”
Lin Xian quickly denied:
“I just happened to see a woman dressed like that the other day, it looked odd to me.”
Zhao Yingjun agreed, nodding her head:
“When it comes to clothing combinations, there shouldn’t be too many colors, or it looks like a Christmas tree, all flashy.
I think three to four colors for the whole body is about right.”
A Christmas tree, huh…
Lin Xian involuntarily recalled his initial assessment of the nouveau riche Gao Yang.
If he ran into Huang Que again, he’d have to check the color of her earrings.
Vrooom————————
A sharp engine roar came from the side!
A red McLaren Speedtail swiftly overtook Zhao Yingjun on the left, whizzing past her without mercy.
Then it immediately changed lanes, slowed down, and got in front of Zhao Yingjun’s car, flashing its left and right indicators back and forth in a taunting challenge.