Chen Jiangliu shouted, "Gao Liang! Go for it! I've got your back!" As soon as he said this, many people threw paper balls his way. Turning around, he saw the disapproving expressions of the audience members, yet Chen Jiangliu continued to cheer for Gao Liang. Xu Xinyan said to Zhao Meixuan, "See? That new comer is definitely out today—Zhaoyuan is a sure winner!" Zhao Meixuan carefully observed Gao Liang in the distance and replied, "We haven't reached ten laps yet—let's wait and see before making our call!" As soon as she said this, something magical happened. Gao Liang's car suddenly picked up speed. Though trailing at the very back, he made rapid progress, constantly accelerating, overtaking, and executing graceful drifts through the turns—extremely impressive. In no time, he had passed Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei, now only half a lap behind Zhao Yuan's car. On the stands, Zhao Meixuan instantly stood up, cheering, "Go! Go! Go! I've got you!" "After saying that, she snatched the colorful flag from Xu Xinyan and waved it vigorously in high praise to Gao Huang. Everyone watched as the most striking girl in the entire school, known for her radiant presence, cheered enthusiastically for the new student. They were all surprised—Hou Meixuan, widely regarded as the campus goddess, had always been seen as the undisputed beauty. Though the school boasted many beautiful girls and it was hard to decide who truly held the title of 'school flower,' Hou Meixuan's beauty was no exaggeration. Her outstanding performance in a live fashion show, where she won first place, solidified her status as the goddess. Now, seeing such a celebrated beauty passionately supporting a newcomer, what did it mean? With two strong supporters now firmly behind Gao Huang, he immediately gained renewed energy—determined to keep up, surpass, and accelerate. He was closing in on Zhao Yuanhang, only to find that Zhao had deployed his signature racing move: he executed the dynamic maneuvers from the popular racing game, "Gran Turismo." It wasn't just a game—he had truly brought its techniques to life in the actual competition. That's why everyone had always been so confident in his potential. His race suddenly picked up speed, and the agile, dynamic car swiftly pulled away from Gao Liang. The crowd once again erupted in cheers for Zhao Yuanhang, drowning out Chen Jiangliu and Zhao Meixuan's encouragement. Chen Jiangliu and Zhao Meixuan grew increasingly anxious; a hint of disappointment appeared in Zhao Meixuan's eyes, and Chen Jiangliu's voice grew weaker. As the gap between Gao Liang and Zhao Yuanhang widened, their hearts grew heavier. In fact, how could Gao Liang's heart be any different? Honestly, he hadn't prepared at all for today's race. His true passion lies in taekwondo, though he also enjoys racing. However, his parents have placed strict restrictions on it—so much so that they've even revoked his driver's license. As a result, he has rarely raced at official venues, and his current racing skills remain largely unchanged from before. Thus, he found himself struggling to control the car today. The three challengers—each a seasoned racer with rich practical experience—were clearly superior, especially Zhao Yuanhang, a boy raised from birth in the heart of the automotive kingdom, immersed in cars from an early age and well-trained throughout. Thus, the title of outstanding racing prince was well-deserved. Extreme Racing, a globally renowned classic racing game, features numerous advanced techniques and skills in car racing. If a technique could surpass it, victory over Zhao Yuanhang would become not only possible but certain. With renewed determination, he focused all his strength into his eyes, hands, and feet, directing his exceptionally developed mind with extraordinary precision. He strove to create a miracle. Highlight is the god of light reborn on earth, and at crucial moments he must display extraordinary divine powers. Through thousands of years of cultivation, he has forged a trump card even more powerful than the best in the world—perhaps even surpassing the pinnacle of the best racing series. Guo Xiqun, now holding the high-pitched microphone, delivers an exciting commentary: "Ladies and gentlemen, students and audience! Just 20 seconds remain until the finish. As you've just seen, our racing prince, Zhao Yuanhang, leads his rookie competitor by a commanding margin, circling ahead." As he speaks, Chen Jiangliu taps his head, prompting him to correct himself: "No—actually, not a rookie, but an obscure newcomer." Then, another tap, and Guo Xiqun shouts with passion: "In these final 20 seconds, let's rally behind our school's racing prince! Yuanhang, go! Yuanhang, forever! Yuanhang, will win!" "Once he got going, everyone enthusiastically clapped, and the referee, holding a stopwatch, counted down the final ten seconds: '10, 9, 8, 7, 6...' As he was counting, the high-pitched announcement from Guo Xigun's loudspeaker conveyed astonishment: 'The lesser-known driver's car has taken off—it's a top-tier performance, no, no, even faster than the top-tier one—sky-high, sky-high! The car is soaring through the air! Higher, faster, stronger! No, no, no—don't let it go beyond!' Just as the words fell, the loudspeaker slipped from his hands. When the referee reached '1,' the bright white car had just cleared the finish line. At the moment of touching the line, Zhao Yuanhang's red car also surged past. The referee declared the final result: 'Guo Xigun won by a mere second, overtaking Zhao Yuanhang!' Three seconds later, Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei's cars finally crossed the finish line." Chen Jiangliu clapped first, but the crowd remained still, as if still waking up. When Zhao Meixuan raised her pink hands, the crowd immediately joined in. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Gao Huang, filled with admiration, appreciation, and awe—though a few still looked stunned. "Gao Huang, I've never seen anything as impressive in a car race as what you've just done!" Chen Jiangliu raised his thumb in praise. Zhao Meixuan gave Gao Huang a gentle, warm smile, her eyes brimming with admiration and respect. Gao Huang returned her gaze with heartfelt gratitude, and their eyes met briefly—Zhao Meixuan's cheeks flushed slightly. Xu Xinyan pulled Zhao Meixuan aside and whispered, "Today, I've lost. It seems my idol is changing!" As she looked closely at Gao Huang, she exclaimed, "Wow! He's really handsome! More stylish than those three!" Zhao Meixuan squeezed Xu Xinyan’s delicate nose and said, “Don’t you dare compete with me for my new idol! You yourself said you were so devoted—how come you’re changing so suddenly?” “Who could help it? The new idol is just that outstanding! Look at how cool he was just now—especially the aerial driving scene, which is even more impressive than the top-tier racing one! I was watching it and almost fainted!” Xu Xinyan looked utterly enchanted. “Alright, alright, stop being so self-absorbed! By the way, what can we do for our new idol?” As sisters, Zhao Meixuan and Xu Xinyan spoke naturally and directly. Just as Xu Xinyan was about to speak, their new idol, Gao Liang, turned to the three girls—Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei—who were低头 looking down, and said, “Don’t forget our promise. Now, you three go out and say those four words to the first girl you meet!” "Let's go—we've got to concede, and I'm truly convinced," Zhao Yuanhang admitted, thoroughly impressed by Gao Huang's outstanding performance, which even surpassed his own top-tier "Race Car" display. Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei, as participants and witnesses, were equally convinced. As they stepped out of the outer area, they encountered a beautiful young woman holding several books. Zhao recognized her immediately—she was the one who always interfered in others' affairs, Gao Ruolan. He chuckled and said, "Classmate, I have four words for you!" "Ah?" Gao Ruolan was startled, but upon seeing the large turtles drawn on the foreheads of Zhao, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei, she smiled and said, "You're a turtle, aren't you?" "I have four words for you—'You're a turtle!'" Zhao said with a sly smile. "Ah?" Gao Ruolan's eyes widened. "You're saying I'm a turtle?" "You're a turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle—" Zhao Yuanhang had a grudge against Gao Ruolan, so when he spoke, he fired off his words like a machine gun, a full burst. "You—" Gao Ruolan was furious, humiliated in front of everyone, and this only made her angrier. With her right hand clenched into a fist, she shouted and then drove the punch straight into Zhao Yuanhang's abdomen. Zhao Yuanhang staggered, fell to the ground, and clutched his stomach, calling out in pain.