Bai Yiran looked at Zheng Yunhao with a fixed gaze, "I've found that if you become a race car driver in the future, you're definitely going to rake in a lot of entrance fees."
Screams arose from the side as Jiang Siyan had already embraced someone in his arms and kissed them.
Zheng Yunhao also pulled someone into his arms, "Shouldn't you be kissing me right now?"
Bai Yiran smiled at him and went straight in for a kiss.
Once the kiss ended, Jiang Jiu instructed them to go get familiar with the track and the cars.
The motorbikes were all prepared by the race organizers, and they certainly weren't as good as the ones they were used to.
Of course, there were also people who brought their own cars, but they were few and far between, which suggested that the number of professional racers participating wasn't large.
Jiang Siyan circled the track about ten times, getting a rough feel for it. It wasn't difficult; it was just a friendly match, after all.
