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.
