The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 571

Chapter 571: 503 The Real Genius, Explode! [New Year’s Eve Short Extra]

The racing event hosted by the Manson family spanned over a thousand kilometers, a rally race that also took a long time to complete.

There were strict rules for the course, and drivers were not allowed to deviate from the track.

If a deviation occurred, points would be deducted accordingly.

Generally speaking, for a rally race of this length, it was impossible for the driver to remember all of the road conditions.

The existence of the co-driver was to remember all the road conditions, provide the most accurate route, and guide the driver during the race.

This required strong memory, judgment, and perceptual abilities, as well as a not insignificant racing capability.

The role of the co-driver in this competition was vital, even surpassing that of the driver themselves.

Yan Anhe, interested in racing, had also seriously watched the race from when Xiu Yu was fifteen several times; she was truly amazed by Xiu Yu’s talent.

It could be said that if the primary driver of the Xiu Family’s racing team had changed co-drivers at that event, their ranking would have fallen outside the top ten.

It was because Xiu Yu was there that they won first place.

Xiu Yu hadn’t touched such a major racing event for several years due to injuries, but her knowledge reserve about racing was definitely not lacking.

Yan Anhe was confident that if Xiu Yu could be her co-driver, she might even get first place too.

Although she planned to officially retire from the racing scene after this competition, who didn’t want honor?

"You’re dreaming!" The racers from the Xiu family were also mockingly laughed, "Do you think you’re being generous? Giving an opportunity? You clearly want to step on Sister Yu to climb up!"

While the co-driver was very important, after securing high rankings, most people only paid attention to the driver.

There was talk of a King of Racing, but there was definitely no such thing as a Co-Driver King.

"Step up?" Yan Anhe sneered sarcastically, mocking, "Don’t speak so rudely. Just watch how the race goes in a while."

After watching the commotion, she had no interest in staying any longer and turned to leave.

The driver pinched the willfully sabotaged tire again: "Sister Yu..."

They all knew how much Xiu Yu had invested in rebuilding the Xiu family’s racing team.

This competition could be said to concern Xiu Yu’s future.

But now, it had all been destroyed by someone.

Xiu Yu, on the other hand, was very calm: "It’s okay, I’ll have a backup car arranged for you guys, go to the track first."

Only her car couldn’t be replaced.

The driver pursed his lips, didn’t follow along, and went to the racetrack instead.

**

Here.

All the racing teams knew what had happened, but most were indifferent, with several taking pleasure in the misfortune.

When the time came, the drivers went outside, ready for the upcoming race.

Yan Anhe looked indifferent, very cold.

Because until now, Xiu Yu hadn’t come to find her, she didn’t know where she’d gone.

Really don’t want to compete anymore?

"Captain Yan, don’t stoop to their level," the vice-captain shook his head, "Their car is broken, they didn’t accept your goodwill, what else can they do but withdraw from the race?"

They were just a team comprised of professional racers, not part of any force or family, so even if they did well, they wouldn’t be targeted.

The Xiu family, indeed, were the thorn in the side for quite a few people this time.

"Of course I won’t care about them," said Yan Anhe indifferently, "After a while, I won’t be the one embarrassed."

The vice-captain spoke up, "Captain Yan, let’s go."

Yan Anhe nodded and turned around, but her gaze suddenly paused.

In the distance, a girl wearing a sun hat was biting on a lollipop, one hand casually in her pocket.

Since she was facing her, Yan Anhe saw her face clearly.

Truly a stunning beauty.

Ying Zijin.

This year’s top scholar of the Shanghai City college entrance examination, with a perfect score on the national examination; her fame had already spread throughout Imperial Capital University.

But Yan Anhe hadn’t paid it much attention.

She had entered Imperial Capital University two years earlier and was a junior this year.

Yan Anhe had seen many entrance exam top scorers; most of them faded into the crowd eventually.

University was different from high school, it wasn’t all about theoretical knowledge and rote memorization anymore.

The reason she noticed Ying Zijin was because Yan Ruoxue had told her about the Ji Family matters.

Quite arrogant and egotistical - someone who didn’t know humility.

Most of all, having seen the genuine genius Lin Qingjia, Ying Zijin’s genius just didn’t compare.

Yan Anhe withdrew her gaze and paid no more attention, following the racing team to the track.

Minutes later, Xiu Yu returned.

Ying Zijin looked up, "Is everyone okay?"

"It’s fine," Xiu Yu shook her head, "He was just startled and could compete, but I don’t want him to race anymore."

As expected, after the malicious sabotage of the car, her co-driver nearly had an accident too.

It was Ying Zijin who had rescued him.

"Daddy Ying, you were right, there are indeed many eyes on me," Xiu Yu’s eyes were cold, "They chose to act before the competition, also to stop me from participating."

The fights among Imperial Capital’s families were already fierce, and here in O region, it was amplified a hundredfold.

With interests, came conflicts.

And conflicts made things more interesting.

"If she has no car, just pull her out." Patriarch Manson felt bored, "The race is about to start, don’t disturb my enjoyment."

The butler nodded and immediately contacted the backstage.

"We regret to inform you that, due to various reasons, our number eleven contestant has to withdraw from the race." Upon receiving the order from the Manson family, the commentator promptly changed tune, "Number eleven, please leave the track."

With that announcement, the scene became chaotic for a moment.

Many people in the audience were shouting loudly.

Xiu Yu heard it, too, her expression tensing.

But she believed in Ying Zijin and stood still, as if deaf to the announcer.

The commentator repeated, "Number eleven?"

His voice clearly carried throughout the venue.

[Embarrassing, why would she go on the track with a broken car, why??? Are we trying to be the laughing stock of other teams?]

[As a Hua Country national, I really don’t want to watch anymore. I can almost imagine the mockery on foreign websites later, it’s too awkward. I’m out, I’ll check the rankings in a few minutes.]

[Annoying, I still want to watch the race. Can you please get off the track?]

Many families, in the struggle for the resources invested by the Manson family, often sabotaged each other behind the scenes.

Of course, these dark undercurrents were unknown to the audience who were just interested in the racing.

They saw it as a disrespect to the competition.

Patriarch Manson’s patience had run out: "Let security take her away."

The butler nodded, then contacted someone, and turned his head to see a blue race car driving their way. He was startled: "Patriarch, look at that car."

"What?" Patriarch Manson looked over, and what he saw made him jump to his feet, too stunned to speak. He just watched as the car stopped beside the number eleven driver.

Xiu Yu herself was taken aback, momentarily frozen in surprise.

The passenger door opened.

The girl in the seat had already donned her helmet.

Her face wasn’t clear, but her voice was steady and strong, "Get in. Today, I’ll be your co-driver."

[Wait, don’t go, everyone, look, look!]

[Damn, that’s a T-brand car!!!]

The T family had announced their withdrawal from all racing events twenty years ago and hadn’t appeared since.

They were recognized as the number one racing car brand in the world.

The spectator stands erupted in excitement.