freenovelworld Chapter 40: From Zero to Godhood
Chapter 40: From Zero to Godhood
"You! I will definitely tell my uncle!" Yun Zichen got up and patted the dirt off his body in a very disheveled manner.
Yun Yao looked down at the face that resembled Su Yuchen, if not completely, but at least five or six parts, and clicked her tongue lightly.
She realized he was her nephew, but she thought he was her son!
Yun Yao patted Yun Zichen on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's let bygones be bygones. By the way, why were you crying just now?"
Yun Yao's attitude changed drastically. Although Yun Zichen didn't dare to believe Yun Yao, he accidentally let slip the truth when he saw the competition outfit she was wearing.
"I bet a million on number two, but unfortunately, number two didn't dare to touch number one's car. He would rather be squeezed out of the track than fight back. Number two's skills are clearly much better than number one's, but he's afraid of offending the Su family!" Yun Zichen said indignantly.
"My million has just gone down the drain, how can I not be sad?" Yun Zichen looked incredibly pitiful.
Yun Yao rolled her eyes at him and turned away: "Alright, crybaby, it's just a million, I'll win it back for you!"
Yun Yao waved to Yun Zichen, her back view was incredibly dashing, and Yun Zichen was momentarily stunned.
By the time he realized what was happening, Yun Yao was already at the betting table.
"Hey, wait a minute! Su Feng has won the championship multiple times. Even if his skills are limited, he's still far beyond what a newbie like you can do. If you offend him, you could get injured or even lose your life!" Yun Zichen ran over, trying to stop Yun Yao, but the stage was full of burly adults, and a fourteen-year-old boy like him didn't dare to squeeze in.
Then Yun Yao's voice rang out: "I bet number 23 will win, ten million."
Yun Zichen felt utterly hopeless and kept shaking his head.
"Oh no, oh no, that's ten million!" How could this person be even dumber than him?
Not only Yun Zichen, but also the people around him sighed in dismay.
"Number 23? Who is number 23?"
Everyone looked towards the racetrack, but after searching for a long time, they couldn't find number 23 until a black Volkswagen with number 23 on it slowly drove into view.
"Pfft—it's him! He dares to race in a beat-up Volkswagen?" The blond-haired man's voice suddenly rose.
The others were also amazed; there are all sorts of birds in a big forest!
As Su Feng got out of the car to leave, Yun Yao suddenly called out to him.
"A match? I think your skill level is terrible." Yun Yao said, mimicking others by giving Su Feng a thumbs-up.
Su Feng suddenly stopped taking off his helmet, and looked at Yun Yao with displeasure.
"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?"
Yun Yao casually rested her left hand on the car window, pointed at Su Feng, and then pointed at herself.
“Just the two of us, let’s have a match.” Yun Yao’s provocation sounded just like that of a seasoned gamer.
Su Feng was already bursting with confidence, and he couldn't stand being provoked. Moreover, he loved the feeling of trampling people under his feet!
"Look! Number One actually agreed to compete against him!" someone in the stands shouted.
Su Feng politely bumped fists with Yun Yao, and after getting into the car, the engine roared to life.
"Number One! Number One!" The entire stadium resounded with the number one chant.
Only Yun Zichen, who was leaning on the railing, whispered, "Number 23, you have to win!"
The flag fell from the beautiful woman's hand, and Su Feng's car sped away.
Only that black Volkswagen slowly drove forward.
Yun Zichen looked at Yun Yao's car and couldn't help but bump his head against the railing.
He initially held a sliver of hope, thinking that this seemingly thin person might be a king, but as it turned out, bronze is always bronze.
Yun Zichen stared at the big screen in despair as the black Volkswagen was left far behind by the silver Koenigsegg, and tears welled up in his eyes again.
Oh no, this time it's ten million.
Yun Zichen couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he simply closed his eyes.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard people around him start whispering, and eventually even stand up from the stands and shout out in disbelief.
"How is this possible? This is impossible!" Huang Mao exclaimed.
Yun Zichen secretly opened one eye to glance at the big screen, and then he almost forgot to breathe.
On the screen, the black Volkswagen, which had been trailing behind, not only overtook Koenigsegg but also steadily suppressed it, giving it no chance to catch up.
The self-blame in his eyes was replaced by excitement, and he was finally able to shout out number 23.
"Number 23! Go for it!" Yun Zichen exclaimed excitedly.
He loved racing since he was a child and would always sneak out to watch races, but he always returned disappointed because they were afraid of the other party's identity and background, not of their strength.
Su Feng had won the championship multiple times in a row, and today someone finally dared to block his car and corner him. Yun Yao's action ignited the passion in many people's hearts.
Yun Yao stared intently at the car in the rearview mirror, relentlessly suppressing Su Feng and giving him no chance.
Su Feng also saw through Yun Yao's intention. He gritted his teeth and revved the engine to the floor. Since he couldn't win, they would lose together!
"Despicable," Yun Yao thought disdainfully.
As soon as she finished speaking, she shifted gears and floored the accelerator. Just as Su Feng was about to drag her down with him, Yun Yao executed a beautiful fishtail maneuver, leaving Su Feng's car far behind.
Su Feng was going too fast, and with no point of leverage in front of the car, it crashed directly into a large tree on the side.
With a loud bang, Su Feng lost.
Yun Yao reached the finish line as quickly as possible, got off the bus amidst cheers from everyone, and looked towards the stands in a good mood.
Oh, where's that crybaby?
Yun Yao wanted to go find Yun Zichen, but she hadn't taken two steps before she was surrounded by enthusiastic spectators who cheered and applauded for a while.
Yun Zichen was sitting in a car, head down, saying nothing.
"Have you finished your homework?" A voice as melodious as a cello rang out.
Yun Zichen nodded.
"You just ignore everything I say?"
"No." Tears welled up in Yun Zichen's eyes and were about to fall.
"How much money did you get this time?"
"one million."
"They all lost?"
"Hmm." Yun Zichen paused for a moment, then raised her glistening eyes. "Third Uncle, I didn't lose this time. I met a very powerful person! He wasn't even afraid of Su Feng!"
Seeing the sparkle in Yun Zichen's eyes, Su Yuchen said irritably, "I'm not afraid of Su Feng either."
Chen Dong, who was driving: "..." Master, why do you always focus on such strange things?
"Third Uncle, his racing skills are amazing, the best I've ever seen!" Yun Zichen was full of admiration when talking about the man who said he would win back a million for him.
"Chen Dong, drive." Su Yuchen had already lost patience to listen any longer.
Seeing that Su Yuchen clearly didn't want to say more, Yun Zichen could only look longingly out the window at the direction of the arena.
Number 23, it's such a pity I didn't get to see you standing on the podium in person.
Undeterred by the Su family's power, Yun Yao rose to fame in one battle, earning a reputation in the non-professional racing world.
"Zero God!"
"Zero God!" came a chorus of shouts from below.
He was already a god from scratch.