Even after overtaking all the other cars and taking first place, Lin Fan still did not slow down.
The Lamborghini he was driving was drifting wildly in the dark night!
They finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, where the second-generation nouveau riche were standing in a line to welcome them.
Creak! Creak!
Lin Fan opened the car door and slowly walked out.
The second-generation nouveau riche quickly gathered around.
"Brother Fan, your skills are really amazing!"
"I was dumbfounded by those few drifts!"
"Brother Fan, are you a professional racer? Did you win a few championships?"
"God of Racing! Brother Fan, you must be the legendary God of Racing!"
...
Lin Fan looked at how excited the rich kids were and could not help but laugh.
"I'm not a professional racer. I'm a student right now, and I'm in the same class as Song Jiaxin"