activa-t Chapter 279 When Eastern and Western Gods Meet the Same Prayer
Chapter 279 When Eastern and Western Gods Meet the Same Prayer
As soon as the call ended, before Fu Ziyan had time to sigh in her heart about the impermanence of life, Ah Hong knocked on the door again and came in.
"Miss, the sports cars that were sent in for maintenance have been completed and returned to the garage."
Fu Ziyan's mood was like a small light bulb, which lit up again before it completely dimmed.
She stood up and headed towards the garage.
As a castle built over a hundred years ago, it naturally has no garage. But as the owner of the castle, Fu Ziyan is also an avid collector of sports cars. How could her beloved cars not have a warm and beautiful home?
Although not decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, the added garage is definitely bright and exquisite. It is huge and can accommodate 150 cars.
In such a large mansion, there are only 25 cars now, and each car has a lot of space, and "everyone" has three bedrooms and a living room.
Fu Ziyan is a good host who treats everyone equally. After looking at each car, she happily decided to drive this modified red Porsche 911 Carrera 2.7 RS Touring in tomorrow's race.
As the saying goes, "red" luck is on your side, and you'll have a great start.
With a smile on her face, she told Ah Hong: "Find my bright red racing suit. I need to wear it tomorrow."
Early racing suits were mainly short-sleeved, and later gradually developed from wearing flame-retardant fire suits to when Fu Ziyan started playing racing, although her father did not agree, he did not stop her from customizing the racing suits and even picked out every detail. He directly asked DP company for authorization to make racing suits with the Nomex fire-resistant material used in space suits.
So strictly speaking, the current trend of racing suits being made of the Nomex fire-resistant material used in space suits was started by Fu Ziyan.
If this young lady had not suddenly become interested in racing, how could Mr. Fu, out of his deep love for her, improve the material of the racing suit?
"Okay, miss." As a maid who has taken care of the eldest lady for many years, Ah Hong would usually just silently and conscientiously complete the eldest lady's instructions without expressing any opinions, and this time was no exception.
The light red racing suit that Fu Ziyan mentioned is actually red and white.
She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail and her eyes were raised. She looked particularly chic and energetic when she jumped out of the helicopter, full of youthful spirit.
"Wilda, I'm here for my appointment."
Not far from the open space where the helicopter landed, stood several European youths wearing racing suits of different colors.
"Selene, it's you. I was wondering who Wilda was talking about when she met someone who was really good at skateboarding. It's no surprise it's you." The person who spoke was Fu Ziyan's schoolmate in the UK, Raven. Fu Ziyan had met him several times when she was playing with cars at the racetrack in the UK.
"Do you know each other?" Wilda suddenly realized, "I remember now, you are alumni."
A few people had just gathered to look at the sports car that had been parked here in advance. One of them saw Fu Ziyan and praised the car, starting a conversation: "Selene, this car is really beautiful. I have a black one. I used to think red was too flashy, but now I have decided to take back my previous opinion."
They are all car enthusiasts, so they became familiar with each other in a few words.
"Selene's car is top-notch, but unfortunately all my remaining savings were spent on this Dodge. Otherwise, I would have bought one too."
"Don't rush to buy it. Porsche will launch a new model at the auto show next month, and I plan to order one."
"I'm planning to order an Alfa."
"Let's stop talking for now. Let's play around and test the waters first?"
After a word, they scattered and each got into his own car.
Fu Ziyan stepped into the driver's seat of the red racing car, her hands seemingly lightly and casually placed on the steering wheel, her fingertips tapping rhythmically with interest. As the signal lights changed color, the motor started, the sports car roared, and the red Porsche shot out like an arrow.
The racing venue they chose has been the rotating venue for the F1 British Grand Prix in recent years. It is famous for its undulating hilly terrain and iconic corners, especially the sharp downhill turns, which are particularly exciting.
Track safety measures in this era were relatively rudimentary, lacking the extensive protective and electronically controlled safety systems of later generations. This made driving both more challenging and more thrilling. But while fun was a given, none of these second-generation wealthy individuals would neglect safety. Wilda had organized this race, and he had hired professional technicians to tune the cars. Bodyguards and an ambulance team were always on hand, and he even had two emergency helicopters ready.
In addition to the above preparations, each person also has a professional retired driver sitting in the passenger seat of their racing car to provide guidance in response to various emergencies and ensure their life safety, and Fu Ziyan's side is no exception.
The first lap was just to test the waters, and no one would drive too fast or too crazy, just to get familiar with the track.
The retired driver sitting next to Fu Ziyan is called Jim. He just retired two years ago. His best result is the runner-up in the Le Mans Endurance Race. He has participated in dozens of large and small competitions in his resume and is very experienced.
The British economy has been in a downturn in the past two years. Although he made a lot of money before retiring, for the long term, Jim chose to accept the invitation of the second son of the Duke of Westminster and come to this small racing competition to "accompany the prince to study."
Before coming, he felt that no matter how good at playing, the children of nobles would still take their lives seriously and would not go too fast. "Studying with them" was a good job with little work and high pay. At most, he would be criticized by these children of nobles if they lost the game.
Jim is very open-minded. Considering the generous reward, he can curse as much as he wants!
Only after arriving did he find out that the person he was responsible for playing with was actually a delicate young lady from a wealthy family.
Jim was stunned.
Although there are female racers in the history of racing, some stereotypes are hard to get rid of, especially since this is not just an ordinary female racer, but a lady of noble status whose demeanor can be seen as a noble one.
He prayed silently in his heart: I hope this young lady can drive more steadily, and preferably slower, and just hope that the journey will be safe and smooth. He is willing to endure the "princess syndrome" of the young lady who lost the race.
After getting in the car, Jim found that the young lady was very gentle. He breathed a sigh of relief and bravely comforted the young lady: "Don't worry, Miss Fu, I have many years of racing experience and am more than capable of handling various emergencies. We will drive carefully and there will be no safety issues."
Fu Ziyan nodded with a smile: "With the experienced Jim here, I really feel safe."
After the first lap to familiarize himself with the track, Jim finally felt relieved after the car started.
Fortunately, this young lady’s driving skills are very stable.
As it turned out, Jim was too early to let it go.
When the second official game started after the halftime break, Jim collapsed instantly.
Oh my God, help me, who can tell him why this young lady drives so crazy?
Didn't you turn steadily when you should, and the car was always in the center of the road? Why did you turn directly on the edge this time? If you were a little slower, you would fall off!!!
How did he judge that this lady was gentle and drove steadily?
This is obviously crazy!
Although he often performs such dangerous operations when participating in competitions, he is a professional driver, while this young lady is an amateur.
Jim felt like he was walking on a tightrope, his life not in his own hands, but in the hands of the young lady who was driving like crazy next to him.
To be honest, his heart didn't beat that fast even when he was driving.
But he didn't dare to warn him out loud. What if he suddenly spoke and disturbed the person, and he got distracted and fell down?
No wonder this job pays so well. Jim swore that he would never take part in this kind of job of accompanying the prince to study again. It was really annoying!
Not to mention the degree of mental collapse of Jim, who was sitting in the passenger seat, when he faced this "madness", just say that the bodyguard who was following his young lady in the air in a helicopter was also stunned when he saw these devils drifting through the corners.
The arc left by the wheel when turning and the fit with the edge of the track is too large!
This is not how young ladies played with cars in Hong Kong before.
Could this be the difference between when the gentleman is here and when he is not?
Help!
If something happens to the young lady under their protection, how will they make a living for the rest of their lives? No, they should be able to live in peace!
It was a rare moment, at which the retired racer Jim and Fu Ziyan's bodyguard were in the same mood - they were all praying to God and praying that the young lady would be able to complete the race safely.
Jim: Lord, please protect the lady next to me and let us complete this journey safely.
Bodyguard: May Buddha and Bodhisattva bless you, Miss, please complete the journey safely and completely.
Fu Ziyan, who was prayed for protection by both the Western God and the Eastern God, was very happy at this moment.
Although the window was closed, she could feel the wind blowing across the wilderness, a feeling of freedom, excitement, and wanton revelry. She could feel her own blood, every cell in her body trembling and shouting.
Fu Ziyan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and combined with her red and white racing suit, she looked like a blazing flame, passionate and unrestrained.
Go straight, turn right, go downhill, go uphill...
The other cars on the track watched helplessly as the red Porsche suddenly rushed out and overtook them. After turning a corner, the red car gradually disappeared from sight, going further and further away.
They'd all been racing plenty before, and were all experienced, but they were also really careful about their lives. Looking at Selene's driving skills, while they'd say "beautiful," they couldn't help but mutter inwardly: Selene's driving skills are truly crazy. They're just playing with cars, but Selene's is simply playing with her life.
In fact, Fu Ziyan is still very sensible. She relies on the security protection of the APP and is sure that she will not be seriously hurt, so she just spends her time recklessly.
After all, there's no more time to waste after you turn 35. At an age when you can go crazy, you should definitely seize the opportunity.
With this fearless "madness" and good driving skills, Fu Ziyan was the first to cross the finish line and naturally won the championship of this race.
Wilda, who arrived at the finish line second, saw Selene standing in the safe area with an excited blush on her cheeks and bright eyes.
The roar of the cars was so loud that Wilda could only make out Selene's mouth movements: "I won."
It was strange. Even though it was a cloudy day, Selene seemed shrouded in a halo. Wilder had the illusion that he was standing in the stands, looking up at the radiant Selene on the stage, delighted that she was looking at him.
joy?
No, not possible!
Wilda quickly collected his composure and twitched the corners of his mouth.
How ridiculous!
He was Wilda Westminster, his ancestors all serving in the House of Lords, a family of aristocrats. He was born with the power and wealth that others struggled for lifetimes to acquire. Growing up, he was surrounded by young men from small families who fawned over him. How could he possibly be just another ordinary spectator in the audience, expecting the attention of those on stage?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Wilder stepped out of the car, took off his helmet, and rubbed his hair vigorously, mentally brainwashing himself. Because Selene was a rare girl who was so good at both skateboarding and racing, he took a second look and began to have wild thoughts.
It’s all fake, it’s all fake!
He considered his racing skills among his friends who also loved racing. He had invited Selene to race because he recognized her skateboarding skills and thought she was a kindred spirit. However, he had never expected that his confident car would miss out on first place.
It must be the psychological suspension bridge effect, mistaken for attraction; or it could be self-relief of cognitive dissonance, indirectly generating goodwill to avoid self-denial.
Yes, that must be the case!
But losing to Selene... Wilda secretly glanced at Selene who was talking to someone sideways, watching her swaying high ponytail, clenched his fist and lightly pressed against his chest, feeling the extreme excitement he had just finished racing, and the violent heartbeat that had not yet slowed down, he felt that this result was not unacceptable.
Selene is really amazing.
As my emotions were churning, other racers also arrived at the finish line one after another.
"Hey, Wilda, what are you doing here? Let's go talk to Selene. Oh my god, did you see that? Selene's drifting and turning, so cool! I've decided that from today on, Selene is my goddess. Does she have a boyfriend? Can I pursue her?"
Wilda's expression cleared up for a moment, and she frowned at him: "You don't even know Selene's personality and preferences, how can you be so rash as to pursue her?"
"Wilda, you don't understand. A beautiful and cool girl like Selene must have many suitors. If you like someone, don't hesitate, or you'll have no chance!"
Wilda tried to correct his thoughts: "It's really ungentlemanly to pursue her without knowing whether you love her or not!"
Someone realized something was wrong. "Hey, Wilda, there's something wrong with you today. Didn't you usually ignore the gossip about these girls pursuing you?"
"Selene is good at racing and is one of us. She shouldn't be like this." Wilda explained seriously, and the seriousness in his expression made it impossible to ignore.
One of them looked at Wilda seriously for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Wilda is right. We can't pursue Selene so rashly."
"what?"
"Ah, right, right! Don't just stand there, let's go talk to Selene. That sudden turn was so cool."
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