"Xiangbei, you're still able to laugh?"
Seeing Chen Xiangbei's relaxed expression, Lu Xiaoman really didn't know what to say. This guy has nerves of steel, right?
"What else, should I cry?"
Chen Xiangbei replied with a smile. Having experienced the Monte Carlo night race where the brake discs were brighter than the brake lights, this was nothing but child's play.
"I give up."
Lu Xiaoman finally understood Liang Chi's point. As long as it's related to racing, Chen Xiangbei is like a heartless machine that never considers what danger means.
He wouldn't even know the word "fear"!
After chatting a bit about the underground races in East Sea, Chen Xiangbei continued his reaction training with Lu Xiaoman.
However, since Chen Xiangbei's base reaction speed was too fast, simple ball-catching training wasn't effective, so Lu Xiaoman switched to more complex coordination training.
