Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 923: Hugging the Man Tight!

That move just now, the aerial leap, overtaking from above the roof of the M country’s competitor, and then the "God Dragon Tail" fiercely pressing down on the opponent’s hood—wasn’t it G God’s masterpiece?

The audience’s perceptions were fiercely shaken.

"Who is No. 133?"

"Miss Bai He!"

"Our most dashing goddess of the day!"

Everyone excitedly shouted, "Go No. 133! Go, go!"

On the track, Bai He heard them. Her gaze swept across the rearview mirror and saw God still being suppressed by the M country’s car in fifth place. She took a deep breath, floored the accelerator, and with a roar, charged toward the finish line.

Her unstoppable momentum made the two cars in front of her couldn’t help but veer to the side.

After all, nobody wanted to be terrifyingly overtaken from above and have their hood pressed down!

Bai He raced to the end, crossing the finish line three seconds ahead.

A thunderous cheer erupted from the stands.

Confetti rained down like a shower of blossoms, and excited spectators wished they could throw themselves forward, flying towards the new champion goddess leading the victory.

The referees and staff at the finish line, incredulous and full of emotion, congratulated her: "Miss Bai, you are the first in years to break the Empire’s racing record and also the first to help Empire reclaim the Championship Cup."

With Bai He’s performance in the third run, Empire had secured the trophy solidly.

Even if God and the others performed poorly later, it wouldn’t matter.

Bai He smiled without speaking, her expression calm as if she wasn’t the one who just won.

She drove the car to the rest area, and after getting out, she didn’t rush to greet her teammates or change clothes; instead, she leaned against the car door, eyes fixed on the vehicles arriving at the finish line one after another.

Following her, two contestants from M country came in second and third, three seconds behind.

At that moment, the second tier, arriving even later, was sprinting towards the finish. It was clear that God, stuck before the fourth and fifth positions on track, couldn’t surpass them and ended up in fifth place.

Sighs of regret arose from the stands.

"Oh, if only G God could have won alongside Bai He today."

"Indeed, a male and female champion couple would be the most lovely."

"Unfortunately, fate disagrees..."

"G God may have flown back from abroad, and hasn’t adjusted the time difference. I always felt today he didn’t perform at even one-tenth of his usual level..."

Amidst the sighs, Bai He leaned against the car door, arms crossed, watching the No. 007 race car roll into the rest area.

After getting out, still wearing his racing helmet, No. 007 walked out without saying a word, despite teammates comforting him and staff eagerly offering him flowers.

"Miss Bai, perhaps only you can console him, otherwise I’m worried he might be absent from the award ceremony later," a staff member whispered, "You both are experts, with a common language."

He actually wanted to say, you’re a recognized couple, you could strike up a conversation.

Bai He smiled slightly: "Alright then, I won’t let you down."

She quickly stepped forward, stopping God, looking like a fan blocking their idol: "G God, want to chat?"

God glanced at her: "I’m tired, want to rest."

Bai He’s tone was sweet, much like the female spectators in the stands: "G God, you didn’t perform even one-tenth of your usual level today."

God paused: "I... didn’t get over the time difference."

Just as he thought Bai He might seize the opportunity to make some unpleasant remarks, unexpectedly, Bai He chuckled: "I think so too, so don’t worry, everyone will surely understand that it’s because your body couldn’t perform well. Well, the overall score is about to be calculated; let’s hurry to the stage to wait for the awards, we must go receive it together!"

Saying this, she threw an arm around the man’s slender arm, forcefully leading God towards the center of the arena.