GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 41 - : Has He Lost His Mind?

Fang Hongxiu's declaration stunned the crowd.

Challenge Ye Chen? Challenge him at what?

"I admit your Koenigsegg Agera outclasses my McLaren P1," Fang Hongxiu said slowly, his voice laced with resentment. "But that doesn't mean my driving skills are inferior to yours. Let's pick two comparable cars and race. If you win, I'll acknowledge you as my superior. From then on, you'll be my dàgē—whatever you ask, I'll do it."

Though his car couldn't match Ye Chen's, Fang Hongxiu brimmed with confidence in his driving. Had it not been for his family's objections, he might've pursued professional racing.

The crowd buzzed with excitement. They'd all heard rumors about Fang Hongxiu's obsession with racing—his skills were legendary among Jiangzhou's elite. While Ye Chen's car had already proven superior, his driving prowess remained a mystery.

Zheng Yuanliang, who'd just scrambled to his feet, lit up. Fang Hongxiu was his guest. If the young master of the Fang Group could defeat Ye Chen, Zheng might salvage some dignity. Please agree, Ye Chen! he prayed silently.

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Beside Ye Chen, Huang Haiyi tensed. "Brother Chen, Fang Hongxiu's skills are no joke," he whispered urgently. "Among Jiangzhou's young masters, he's top-tier."

Ye Chen, initially indifferent, perked up. He'd acquired peak-level driving skills from the system but hadn't tested them fully. A race against Jiangzhou's finest? Perfect.

"Let's do it," Ye Chen agreed.

The crowd erupted. "Brother Chen's unstoppable!" "Race! Race!"

Zheng Yuanliang smirked. He'd seen Fang Hongxiu humiliate professional racers. Surely Ye Chen's luck would run out here. Finally, I'll reclaim my standing. Once Fang wins, I'll never have to cower before Huang Haiyi again.

The elites reconvened at their usual racing grounds—a remote, winding mountain road. Drones hovered overhead, ready to capture every detail.

Ye Chen chose a Ferrari; Fang Hongxiu, a Lamborghini. Both cars were evenly matched in specs and price.

Engines roared as the two supercars shot forward like arrows.

"Who'll win?" the spectators debated.

"Young Master Fang!"

"Brother Chen!"

"Fang's the proven expert."

"But Ye Chen has that Koenigsegg..."

Most backed Fang Hongxiu. Only a handful, including Huang Haiyi, stood by Ye Chen.

Zheng Yuanliang sidled up to Huang Haiyi. "Well, Old Huang? Still confident?"

"Brother Chen will win," Huang Haiyi stated flatly.

Zheng snorted. "Fang's a legend. Money can't buy skill."

"Watch and learn," Huang Haiyi shot back.

On the first straightaway, the cars stayed neck-and-neck. But at the initial hairpin turn, the gap emerged.

Fang Hongxiu executed a near-perfect drift—a move that drew awed murmurs. Yet compared to Ye Chen's maneuver, it looked clumsy. Where Fang's was almost flawless, Ye Chen's was utter perfection.

The crowd gaped. In that single turn, Ye Chen left Fang Hongxiu eating dust.

"How?!" Zheng Yuanliang blurted, face pale. Fang's supporters stared in disbelief; Ye Chen's faction cheered.

"Brother Chen's insane!"

Fang Hongxiu redoubled his efforts, but each subsequent turn widened the chasm. By the final stretch, Ye Chen crossed the finish line a full twenty seconds ahead.

The finish-line crowd swarmed Ye Chen. "Brother Chen's unstoppable!" "That was inhuman!"

All eyes then turned to Fang Hongxiu—but instead of rage or despair, the young master wore a grin of exhilaration.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Had the loss broken his mind?