After He Jiawei raced once, there were no students on the coach No. 8 next.

Coach No. 8 here looked at the watch and felt that the time was up, so he said, "Let's end today's class here, let's continue tomorrow..." "Hey, it's finally over!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Free!"

The students expressed their happiness in their respective tones.

Think about it, it’s not for these rich second-generations to come here to practice racing for some serious matters.

Their purpose of learning this is nothing more than to show off and show off when picking up girls.

There are also a few who came to learn racing for serious purposes, just like He Jiawei.

So, these people basically regard this place as a place to make fun of people or even make friends.

No one takes it seriously.

This is the mentality of these rich second generations.

In fact, some other coaches also know the mentality of these rich second-generations, so the coaches can pass the class as much as they can.

Just coax them to play.

But in this group, I met a guy like Coach No. 8 who is ignorant of the current affairs.

We have to control these rich second generations to death.

Isn't this a breakdown?

So, after class, all the rich second generations showed a voice of liberation.

And these sounds are also a kind of complaint.

As for the complaints, Coach No. 8 didn't even look at it. After announcing the end of get out of class, Coach No. 8 got on his modified Volkswagen and left directly.

However, He Jiawei still found that when Coach No. 8 left, there was a hint of loneliness on his face... Obviously, this is also a person with a story.

Well, learning racing is not something that can be done in one or two days.

The course content on his registration form is a total of one year, although He Jiawei never planned to waste a year of time here.

However, it is not the first day that you can be anxious about things.

At that moment, He Jiawei touched his nose and was about to turn around and prepare to leave the training ground.

But at this time, Zhuang Bifan and Li Yuze walked over with their arms around and said to He Jiawei: "Hey, genius boy!"

"Um!"

He Jiawei was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at the people around him.

"Yes, what about you!"

Zhuang Bifan looked at He Jiawei with a smile: "I didn't expect that there was such a racing genius."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to He Jiawei in a very friendly manner: "I'll get to know my name, Zhuang Bifan, my father runs a 4S store in the west of the city. This is my best friend Li Yuze, and his father belongs to the Auto Supplies Building..." "Hello, hello!"

Li Yuze also hurriedly extended his hand to He Jiawei.

"Hello, my name is He Jiawei!"

He Jiawei simply shook hands with Zhuang Bifan and Li Yuze.

On this side, He Jiawei's hand had just been retracted, and on the other side, Zhuang Bifan's words opened: "Hey, Lao He, Lao Li, no matter what, we three are all classmates."

"classmate?"

He Jiawei touched his nose, turned around and looked at the huge racing stadium, and thought to himself, "You can't say that, in a sense, they are really classmates."

So he nodded.

"yes!"

Li Yuze nodded as well.

"My dad told me that cars are not easy to sell now, especially high-end cars."

Zhuang Bifan said carelessly: "But if there is a racer at home, it will be different."

"I will pull a large number of fans to come and buy things, so he sent me to learn racing, but you have seen it, I can play games, I am just an idiot in racing, I basically can only fiddle with the car away, and if I want him to do something or dance, that's not possible. Alas... You really are you, Lao He..." He Jiawei understood when he saw Zhuang Bifan's expression. This guy was having a relationship with him in advance.

Obviously, he consciously could not graduate from the International Racing Academy. Even if he graduated, he could not achieve good results on the track, so it would be better to make some good friends in advance.

I have to say that Zhuang Bifan is quite scheming... At this time, Zhuang Bifan looked at Li Yuze again: "Where are you, Lao Li, why are you here to learn racing?"

"I!"

Li Yuze shrugged: "I like it, and my dad doesn't care about me, so he comes..." "You are so arrogant!"

Zhuang Bifan patted Li Yuze on the shoulder.

Then, the two of them looked at He Jiawei at the same time: "Hey, what about you, Lao He, why are you learning racing? To be honest, I don't think your family is very rich..." "Am I?"

He Jiawei smiled helplessly.

Isn't my family rich?

OK! My clothes are really like this now.

So he shook his head and said, "My reason is quite complicated..." "Okay, Lao He, if you are not convenient to talk about it, I won't talk about it!"

Zhuang Bifan patted He Jiawei on the shoulder: "No matter what, we are all friends. Let's go, I'll take you two to visit the shop of this International Racing Academy..." "Store?"

Li Yuze showed a puzzled expression.

"You probably don't know yet."

Zhuang Bifan showed a mysterious expression to the two of them: "Jia Hongyu runs this international racing academy, but he thinks about making money..." "Take this racing training as an example, you can make a fortune first!"

Zhuang Bifan turned his fingers: "Then he opened the largest racing supplies store in the city outside, where you can buy everything from modified supplies to finished racing cars, to protective equipment..." "You said, you are a student. Since you came here to study, it proves that your family is rich, and you also like racing cars. When you suddenly saw such a big racing supplies store, do you like it or not!"

"Um!"

Li Yuze nodded.

"If you like it, that's just one word, just buy it!"

The old god Zhuang Bifan is in the authentic way.

He Jiawei nodded as well.

In this way, the three of them walked outside along the racing training ground.

Before he walked far, he saw a large group of male students pointing around the hinge of the virgin student not far away, and Zhuang Bifan picked up his cell phone and looked at it, then said that the daughter of a big man came here to learn racing. What is Xu Yajuan's name..." "Xu Yajuan?"

He Jiawei was stunned for a moment, then remembered the beauty he just met.

Isn't he the daughter of a big shot?

The daughter of the younger brother of the head of Qingcheng Sect.

In the imperial capital, isn’t this a big shot?

"Hey, I don't know who is so capable to get this girl Xu Yajuan!"

Zhuang Bifan said with an envious expression.
Chapter completed!