"Sigh, I hope Zhang Fan's driving skills are decent, otherwise when he realizes the gap between himself and a professional racer and quits later, we'll be at a loss."
"Yeah, streaking, hahaha, just thinking about it is thrilling!"
"You bunch of idiots, stop whining, just wait for the good news!"
The group from Beijing University was incredibly happy.
They even started imagining Zhang Fan streaking.
Then, they glanced at the reporters interviewing Wu Chao next door, their eyes lit up.
Hehehe!
This time, Zhang Fan is definitely making the news.
No way, no way, we have to get them to come over for a good interview.
Just then, Zhang Fan's car started up.
The next moment, a scream rang out.
"Holy crap, why is it so fast!"
The voice was clearly Zhang Fan's.
At the same time, the car wobbled, almost losing control.
But soon, the car stabilized.
Seeing this, Gao Qi covered his face, unable to bear looking directly.
Oh Fan, oh Fan, why are you pretending at a time like this?
