At around 8 o'clock the next day, Long San returned to the hotel with breakfast.

Three portions of white porridge, a few side dishes, and buns and fried dough sticks.

The room is not small, with a coffee table and sofa. After Long San sets up his breakfast, he waits for the two of them to come for breakfast.

Not much, Xiao Shun finished washing up and walked over with a towel in his hand.

Long San glanced at him with a strange look and grinned.

Xiao Shun handed the towel over with an expressionless face. He was slightly stunned, "Brother Xiao, I don't need it, I've washed my face."

"Hold it, you can use it immediately." Xiao Shun said lightly.

Long Sanyi took the towel for no reason and looked at the towel in confusion.

Suddenly, Xiao Shun stretched out his hand and grabbed Long San's left hand like lightning. He pinched his two acupoints with his fingertips. Long San suddenly felt a pain and numb feeling spreading rapidly throughout his body, and he couldn't help but howl.

I suddenly understood the use of towels and hurriedly stuffed them into my mouth and held them in my mouth.

A few seconds later, Xiao Shun let go of his hand. Long San's face was flushed, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gasped and took off the towel in his mouth and sighed: "Souble!"

"Song Ling'er and I have nothing." Xiao Shun sat down and said.

"I understand, Brother Xiao, don't worry, I have always been very strict and I won't say it out." Long Sanyi said seriously.

Xiao Shun looked at him with shock, "Does I mean that?"

Forget it, the explanation was too unclear, so Xiao Shun waved his hand.

"Put down the towel and have a meal."

After a while, Song Ling'er also washed up and walked over. Seeing Long San's face turned red, she said curiously: "Brother Long San, what's wrong with your face?"

Xiao Shun said lightly: "You Brother Long San has drunk too much porridge, and you are on top of your head."

Long San nodded, "Brother Xiao is right."

Song Ling'er: "???"

After dinner, I have nothing to do, and today's ring competition will not start until the evening.

However, there were racing cars and horse racing during the day. The three of them cleaned up and left the hotel, planning to go and see the racing cars first.

About two kilometers west of the town, a large open space is waving with flags, and various types of vehicles are parked everywhere. The brands are also varied, from Wuling Hongguang to Rolls-Royce.

This is the so-called racing stadium, primitive and wild.

You can hear the roar of the engine shaking through the air from afar.

The yellow sand is bursting like a battlefield.

The rules are also very simple and rough. Twenty or thirty cars are lined up in a row. Regardless of the model or brand, there is an open running field of about 300 meters in front, and at the end there is a slope of nearly 90 degrees with a height of more than ten meters. He will be the first to climb the slope and win.

When Xiao Shun and his party arrived, a team was about to set off, and Wuyangyang's people stood at the starting point or on the hillside waiting for the competition to begin.

The engine roared, and bursts of crazy cheers burst out from the crowd.

There was no sexy girl making a command signal. With the sound of a command gun, more than twenty cars of various types made loud noises almost at the same time, and they roared and rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand is everywhere, making it magnificent.

"Song Ling'er?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the side, and then a tall and handsome young man in a blue racing suit was looking at Song Ling'er in surprise.

There was a woman and three men around him, and when he saw Song Ling's childhood, he looked surprised.

These are all Song Linger's college classmates.

Song Ling'er rarely goes to class, and even goes to class, she looks very cold and looks like a good girl. Now her classmates will naturally be surprised to see her appear in such a place.

These classmates are all rich children from Jianghai City, otherwise they would not have any spare money or time to come to this place.

Especially the first one wearing blue racing suit, Lan Yaming, whose family has assets of over 100 million yuan.

Of course, such a family background is not a big deal in Song Ling'er's eyes, but she has always been very low-key in school, so her classmates don't know that she is Song Zhenhai's granddaughter.

Although the Song family in Jianghai is very famous, not all the surname Song are from the Song family.

Song Ling'er waved to them generously and smiled gently, "Hello."

"Why are you here?" asked a girl with red hair, three-dimensional facial features and a little exotic charm.

"Here with friends." Song Ling'er answered the question irrelevantly, glanced at Xiao Shun and Long San next to her.

The red-haired girl also looked at the two of them, with a little contempt in her eyes, pulled Song Ling'er aside, and whispered: "How can you get along with these people?"

Several other students also came over at this time and looked at Xiao Shun and Long San like they were looking at bad people.

Xiao Shun was fine, but he just wore some dirt, and Long Sanyi didn't look like a good person.

Judging from Song Ling'er's usual clothes and behavior, she is definitely not a local girl who has never seen the world from the valley. She should at least be a child from a small wealthy family.

How could she make such two friends who can't get on the table? This made Song Ling'er's classmates a little confused and alert.

"What's wrong? They are my friends." Song Ling'er said inexplicably.

"Friend? Are you stupid? Take you to such a messy place. These two people are not good people at first glance. Why don't you be with us? We also have a look after each other." The red-haired girl advised.

"Yes, Ling'er, we are classmates after all, so it's much safer to be with us than to be with the people in these two society."

Lan Yaming also spoke at this time.

With Song Ling'er's appearance and figure, even if she is not a school beauty, she is at least a school beauty. However, she rarely goes to classes, and everyone has no deep impression of her, so she is not very famous in school.

Lan Yaming had noticed her a long time ago, but she had never found a suitable opportunity to approach. It was a rare opportunity to meet her here at this time.

It was not just Lan Yaming, but the other three men, who were not itchy when they saw Song Ling'er.

However, compared to Lan Yaming, they were a little different from their value and appearance, and they could see that Lan Yaming was interested in Song Ling'er, so they tacitly gave up the idea of ​​competition.

"Thank you for your kindness, but they are indeed my friends, and I can't leave them behind and follow you."

Song Ling'er smiled and said.

"Then, let's take your friends together, why don't we just need to be together?" Lan Yaming suggested.

Song Ling'er couldn't take care of her attention for a moment and looked at Xiao Shun helplessly.

Xiao Shun nodded expressionlessly: "Since it's your classmate, it's okay."

"Okay, then let's go together." Song Ling'er agreed.

She had very little contact with these classmates and could not talk about the friendship between classmates at all. She really didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic and it was not easy to refuse for the moment.
Chapter completed!