Chapter 37 Almost Reaching a New Low with the Morons

Ye Ranran drew the outermost lane for her car.

This was a drift race; competing to showcase drifting skills while aiming for first place was a real test of a driver's abilities.

Three minutes before the race, Song Ye's rowdy friends kept knocking on her car window.

Ye Ranran rolled down the window, and a man decked in gold and silver touched his chin, wearing a wicked grin, "Miss, give it up, someone like you can never beat Brother Ye."

The few charming socialites behind him joined in with their taunts.

"Don't you know your own limits? Meddling in a race like this is sheer stupidity!"

"I bet some people aren't stupid, just trying to seduce men in this way. Crying when they lose to evoke Brother Ye's sympathy? What a lowly tactic."

"Like any cheap person, pretending to be tough when they can't win—disgustingly so!"

Ye Ranran glanced at them, tightened her grip on the steering wheel without a word, and slammed the gas pedal.