Chapter 51

"However... I heard that Miss Lin is the goddess of the supercar club, and I have longed to meet her. I hope to get to know the goddess, and if I could take a photo with her or get a signed photo, that would be even better." Zhang Qiu said with a smile.

Lin Jing's expression suddenly changed, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I thought you would be a serious person, but I didn't expect you to be so perverted!"

Lin Jing's words were so sharp, leaving no room for any politeness. However, since she didn't immediately walk away, it meant that Zhang Qiu hadn't crossed her底线 (底线 means 'bottom line' or 'limits'). Moreover, Zhang Qiu felt that his request wasn't excessive.

But whether it was excessive or not ultimately depended on her inner thoughts.

Feeling a bit awkward, Zhang Qiu immediately put on his thick-skinned act: "How can this be called perverted! Everyone has a heart for beauty, and I'm just being genuine."

Since he had the system skills, he had become increasingly confident. His skills were the source of his confidence, and the system was his strong backing.

"Your face is really thick! We'll see after you win. If you really have the ability, you are indeed worth my acquaintance. Rest for now, I have some things to do, and I'll contact you when the race starts." Lin Jing said and left the room.

Zhang Qiu touched his nose, thinking that this girl was really impolite, how could she just leave like that? However, her straightforward personality, though sometimes not very likable, did have a certain charm!

When a person is beautiful, or when you initially think they are beautiful, they have no flaws, only cuteness, and every move is adorable. Once your mood changes and you no longer feel the love, even the most beautiful person can have a long list of flaws, countless and endless. This is especially evident in the difference between a person's fans and detractors.

Although Zhang Qiu wasn't quite a fan of Lin Jing, after all, he didn't really know her. However, as a member of the appearance association, Lin Jing's face was enough to make Zhang Qiu a fan rather than a detractor. He had a very upright attitude towards beautiful women.

Not long after, Lin Jing brought a few bodyguards to find Zhang Qiu. These bodyguards were all tall and muscular, not necessarily handsome, but definitely strong, and they followed behind Lin Jing, making her gentle and soft demeanor even more prominent.

At this moment, her face no longer showed any displeasure. Her skin was as white as snow, her features as delicate as a painting, and she was extremely beautiful.

"I've brought you a set of racing suits. Try them on and see if they fit." Lin Jing said softly.

Her voice was really beautiful. Even without her face, her voice alone was enough to make people fantasize. Combined with her flawless appearance, she was truly goddess-level.

At this moment, one of the bodyguards behind Lin Jing stepped forward, blocking Zhang Qiu's view. Zhang Qiu then noticed that he was holding a set of racing suits. Another bodyguard, holding a helmet, also stepped forward.

"I don't think it's necessary to wear such things. I've never worn them before, and I'm not used to them, which might affect my performance." Zhang Qiu didn't put on the suit, but in his mind, he added: "If you personally gave it to me or helped me put it on, I would try it. But having a muscular guy bring me clothes is a bit much!"

Lin Jing, however, said seriously, "How do you know they don't fit if you haven't tried them? This set of clothes is specially prepared, made from special materials, and is more comfortable than regular clothes."

As she spoke, she walked over, picked up a glove, and handed it to Zhang Qiu. "Try this glove, and you'll see that I'm right."

She then took Zhang Qiu's hand and solemnly placed the glove in it. Zhang Qiu felt his hand being held by a gentle, delicate hand, a sensation so smooth that it felt like his hand could slip out at any moment.

Being held by Lin Jing felt even better than holding her hand in the car, as it was an unexpected touch. Unprepared physical contact often has an electric-like feeling.

"If she were Lin Lai, it would be great," Zhang Qiu thought. Both were system-certified provincial beauties, both had a goddess-like aura, and they had many similarities, even in their names.

However, Lin Lai wouldn't treat him like this. He could bully Lin Lai, but she had no reason to be nice to him or need his help. Without any reason, there would be no interaction, and a distance would exist between them.

Now, although Lin Jing was still far from him, a mutual need had formed a bond, unconsciously bringing them closer. Zhang Qiu needed her to complete tasks and gain skills, and she needed Zhang Qiu to help her win the race. This was mutual need.

After putting on the glove, he indeed felt very comfortable. The glove was soft and smooth, yet not slippery, with excellent elasticity that fit his fingers and palm without being too tight.

In the end, Zhang Qiu put on the racing suit, not insisting on his so-called personality. Comfort was the key, and besides, the suit was practically handed to him by Lin Jing.

Holding the helmet, he got into the car, ready to wait for the race to start.

Li Jiamin said the prize was ten million, and anyone who could put up this prize could also participate. Soon, the 12 participants were all confirmed. However, there were no skilled drivers, but rather some rich second-generation who wanted to race with their idols and signed up.

The odds were already set, with the highest odds reaching an exaggerated 1:100. This person was not Zhang Qiu, whose odds were 1:10, which was quite high but not absurd, given his skills.

The lowest odds were naturally for the car king Du Mingjun, 1:1, which was already quite high compared to the lowest odds in previous races.

After all, the car king was the favorite, and no matter how people analyzed it, he was a sure winner. With such a high win rate, 1:1 was definitely a high odds.

Half an hour before the official start, the big screen began to show the resumes and past racing videos of the drivers, for the bettors to reference.

The most people bet on Du Mingjun winning. Even Du Mingjun himself bet ten million, and Li Jiamin bet twenty million.

Lin Jing bet ten million on Zhang Qiu winning, and Zhang Qiu put in all his winnings of over six million plus 500,000 in capital, totaling seven million. In fact, Zhang Qiu didn't have that much money, as the racetrack would take a 10% commission, leaving him with only about six million. However, this didn't stop him from placing the bet, as he wasn't withdrawing cash.

The racetrack boss paid attention to the atmosphere and asked his subordinates for some data: "How many people are here? How much has been bet?"

"Since the race was delayed, about 200 new people have come. The total bets have exceeded one billion, with the majority of the bets, over 80%, on Lin Jing and Li Jiamin." Since this race was actually between Zhang Qiu and Du Mingjun, but officially it was a dispute between Lin Jing and Li Jiamin, the names used were theirs. Everyone knew the situation and didn't mind the details.

"These two girls are quite popular!" The racetrack boss nodded. "How much has each of them received?"

"Currently, Li Jiamin is a bit higher, at 470 million. Lin Jing is at 320 million," the subordinate replied.

The racetrack boss was a bit surprised: "The girl actually has so much! Isn't Du Mingjun the favorite?"

"Many people have bet on both sides. While more people have bet on Li Jiamin, the average bet on Lin Jing is three times higher," the subordinate explained.

The few who bet against the majority showed that Lin Jing's fans were more loyal than Li Jiamin's.

"This won't do!" The racetrack boss pondered for a moment. "Help me place 200 million on the girl."

"Yes, for Li Jiamin... What? Boss wants to place 200 million on Lin Jing?" The subordinate thought he had heard wrong.

The racetrack boss took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Yes. Let me light a fire! Publish the data, and people will follow the trend. Since it's destined to lose, let's lose more."

"Boss is wise!" The subordinate was very impressed. Indeed, the boss was a boss. In such a situation, the first thought was not to maintain balance but to exacerbate it.

Sure enough, once the data was published, it immediately ignited the scene. Many people increased their bets, especially on Lin Jing, whose odds were higher. The herd mentality was evident. Even those who had no confidence in Lin Jing and bet on Li Jiamin winning added a small amount to Lin Jing.

After all, the odds were 1:10, and if she won, they could recover their bets on Li Jiamin. If she lost, there was no loss.

With the intentional push, the total bets quickly exceeded 20 billion, setting a new record for the racetrack. Lin Jing alone attracted 10 billion, creating another record.

Some of the racetrack staff began to understand the boss's words: "Lin Jing is destined to lose!" Now, they felt even more that she had to lose.

"Today's race is too boring! There's no decent opponent. Miss Li, remember the favor I'm doing for you," Du Mingjun said to Li Jiamin in the passenger seat.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu suddenly received a task: "Trigger temporary task: Flower Protector. Ensure the safety of the beauty and help her through danger. Task difficulty (moderate). Reward: First Aid Proficiency (Provincial)."

The sudden appearance of this task suggested that something might happen. Although it didn't specify, who else could it be but Lin Jing?

In the car, it must be a car accident.

So, Zhang Qiu took off the helmet he wasn't wearing and handed it to Lin Jing, saying, "Wear this, and be careful. This time, I'll be faster, and you might not feel as comfortable."

As he spoke, Zhang Qiu suddenly remembered a GIF he had seen on a forum, showing a big-breasted girl in a sports car, her top almost bursting open, creating a very sexy scene.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiu secretly glanced at Lin Jing's chest. Although she wasn't wearing a blouse, she had on a similar buttoned shirt. Would it burst open?

"Thank you!"

As Lin Jing took the helmet but hadn't put it on yet, Zhang Qiu suddenly slapped his head and took out a yellow pendant tied with a red string.

"Wear this! It's a family heirloom, a very effective amulet." Without waiting for her to refuse, Zhang Qiu put it on her.

Lin Jing was taken aback and didn't have time to refuse before Zhang Qiu had already put the red string around her neck.

"Tie it yourself. We're not that close, so I can't tie it for you," Zhang Qiu said, looking at her beautiful, slender, and white neck.

At this moment, she was calm and composed, exuding a gentle aura. Her tall and slim figure, paired with high-end but not flashy, low-key yet appropriate clothing, gave her a refined and elegant appearance.

For a moment, Zhang Qiu even felt that she was Lin Lai, or even surpassed Lin Lai, with a more goddess-like aura.

But quickly, he sternly criticized himself: "Lin Lai is a goddess to be worshipped! How can you betray your faith?" Zhang Qiu liked seductive beauty but admired the kind of beauty that could only be admired from a distance. Both Lin Lai and Lin Jing were the types he could admire.

Seductive beauty, though alluring, always had a barrier that couldn't touch the heart. It was just a physical sensation, only able to stir the body. Character and temperament, however, were the true soul of a person's beauty, able to touch the heart without revealing the body, truly moving the heart.

To touch the heart, that's what makes a goddess!