Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 903: Even That Mascot Has to Call Me Ancestor

The racing teams, regarded by Xi Zuzi as "a line of beetles lined up," have completed their assembly.

"Zuzi, look, the one on the far end with number 133 is Sister Bai He’s car, she specially painted it white because you like that color."

"The cars next to it belong to the Imperial Team, including both veterans and newcomers..."

"Oh right, that number 007 car is said to belong to Sister Bai He’s idol, God. I can’t believe it’s painted in such flashy bright yellow!"

Wu Qianman remembered the gossip Bai He just shared and quietly explained the racing teams to Xi Zuzi.

Xi Rubao suddenly exclaimed and frowned, "Why are those guys haunting us again? Didn’t the goose liver next door stink them away?"

Following Xi Rubao’s binocular direction, a group of people swarmed around a cloaked old man, heading toward a dark red car with number 101.

The racer jumped down respectfully and saluted the old man.

The old man reached out and sprinkled something on the racer’s head, and the racer was immediately overjoyed, almost worshipping on the spot.

Xi Rubao scoffed, "It was the same last time they were here for boxing. Is that guy some Western ritual performer or their country’s mascot?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Zuzi finally turned his gaze over, "Huh? Chicken mascot?"

"Pfft, it’s a mascot, sis, like an idol dedicated to fulfilling various requests."

"Uh, so that makes the Ancestor also..."

"No no no, sis, if there really were gods in the world, you’d be the immortal sister in my heart! The mascot level doesn’t match you."

Xi Zuzi chuckled lightly, "That mascot would indeed have to call me Ancestor."

Meanwhile, the pre-race warm-up had started.

The first round was a qualifying race, held individually and not counted towards official scores, used only to determine track positions for the main race.

However, racers were still nervous and focused; after all, the track was only so wide, and the most advantageous positions were in a few spots on the inner circle. Only by placing high in the qualifying race could one seize the best positions.

The flashy yellow 007 car finished its draw first and sped off.

minute 40 seconds.

A slightly above average score.

Xi Rubao exclaimed, "Didn’t Bai He say her G God is pretty much the world’s best? How come this initial score is so mediocre? If I remember correctly, she said the highest record in recent championship years was 1 minute and 11 seconds?"

In the audience, God’s massive fan group waved flags and banners, cheering enthusiastically, "God, mighty and strong! God, mighty and strong!"

More fans quickly explained to nearby audience members, "Our God is conserving strength, it’s just a qualifying race, not that important, as long as he gets a decent position. Otherwise, ranking first in qualifiers will make him a target for exclusion by fellow racers. This isn’t a mistake, it’s a strategy!"

"Conserving strength? How sly..." Xi Rubao heard the commotion outside and jokingly told Xi Zuzi, "Sis, people who have been in that country sure know how to play these tricks. Look at Sister Bai He, she’s downright reckless, her car wheels seem like they’re about to fly off."

Bai He exerted all her effort in the qualifying race, finally tying with God’s score—1 minute 45 seconds.

Excited to line up next to God at the starting line, Bai He thought the clouds above the racetrack looked particularly beautiful today.