Chapter 68: Reserving the Chairman's Wife in Advance

When the audience saw the results, they finally understood: it wasn't that the ERC organizers were giving special treatment, nor that the broadcast team was incompetent—it was simply that their Mo, the 'God of Racing,' was just too fast.

Even Wang Yining, sitting in the co-driver’s seat, was now looking at her boyfriend with an expression of utter disbelief.

Wang Yining had expected Mo Shu’s overwhelming advantage in speed, but what astonished her most was that he didn’t even seem to need her navigation prompts.

During those seven-plus minutes of the first stage, at every turn, every jump, even every bump and pothole along the way, Mo Shu always anticipated and reacted ahead of her. Every time she was about to speak up, Mo Shu would already be adjusting the car’s stance several seconds earlier—she never found an opportunity to fulfill her duties as navigator.

This is incredible, has he memorized the entire route book? Wang Yining wondered for a long while before finally coming to a realization.

Could it be the system at work again?

“I know what you're thinking, and yes! It's the system!” Mo Shu had long since seen through her thoughts and said with a smile.

It turned out that before the Divine Team officially joined the ERC, the long-absent Miss System had made a brief appearance. She instructed Mo Shu to reset the points on the 'Supreme Talent Tree,' replaced his 'Circuit Racing Talent' with 'Rally Racing Talent,' and then disappeared into silence once more.

“Why has the system been so quiet lately?” Wang Yining had noticed that her own system hadn’t shown up in ages. If not for the system interface still being accessible at any time, she might have wondered if the system had left her.

“Supposedly, it’s to evade enemy tracking,” Mo Shu replied with a shrug.

“Evade tracking? What kind of enemy?” Wang Yining mused aloud.

“Oh, I think I get it! Could it be to escape from those people at Wilmin? Didn’t my brother say that woman was trying to extract the system?” Suddenly, Wang Yining recalled what had happened to Black Mirror.

“Hmm... that makes sense. I think so too,” Mo Shu admitted. He’d been so busy preparing for the competition that he hadn’t given much thought to the strange business of system extraction.

“Slow down, slow down!” Wang Yining suddenly spoke up, finally stepping into her role as navigator.

“Why?” Mo Shu was still enjoying the drive.

“Idiot, we’re entering the RS stage—there’s a speed limit!” Wang Yining shouted.

“Oh... right, right, I forgot. You know, as a circuit racer, I always forget this.” Mo Shu quickly slammed on the brakes, instantly dropping their speed to sixty kilometers per hour.

Luckily, Wang Yining reminded him; otherwise, if they entered the service zone early, they’d receive a time penalty.

Compared to Mo Shu’s original world, the rules of racing in this parallel world differed slightly in detail, but the main principles remained the same.

For example, in his previous world, the speed limits in rally stages were strictly enforced to reduce the risk of accidents. Here, the ERC’s speed limit rules were more lenient, and the modifications allowed for ERC cars were not overly restrictive—otherwise, how could Russeline’s 'Alien Battle Car' have competed?

However, when it came to the RS stages—the regular sections—the setup was identical in both worlds.

The RS stage was essentially the public road connecting each SSS or SS stage—just the kind of road ordinary people drove on every day.

Since these were public roads, whether you were in a rally car or an ordinary vehicle, you had to obey local traffic laws.

Even in the ERC, with full authorization and even police escort, rally cars were required to comply with traffic regulations, especially speed limits.

Moreover, the RS stages had their own time windows: being late meant a penalty, of course, but arriving too early was considered speeding and would also incur a penalty.

These seemingly strange and complex ERC rules were, in fact, part of their unique charm.

As their car slowed, the atmosphere in the cockpit grew more relaxed.

If only there was some music, Mo Shu thought, reminiscing about the old days when he and Zhang Aimin raced in stock cars.

A few close friends, driving several cars, air conditioning humming, music playing, speeding across the endless desert—that sense of freedom and exhilaration was something he recalled with fondness.

“Hey, beautiful, if we make enough money from racing ERC, why don’t we organize our own race?” Mo Shu said, inspired.

“What kind of race?” Wang Yining was completely baffled by this sudden train of thought.

“A car race, of course! Remember the mountain near the southern suburbs, Mount Qingyun? There’s a peak called Cloudtop Peak. I was thinking—once our team grows stronger, why not host a 'Cloudtop Peak Downhill Race'? Invite top racers from all over the country and even the world to Southern Mountain, let international drivers witness the magnificence and beauty of our landscape. It would be just like the legendary martial arts duels in those classic novels,” Mo Shu said, letting his imagination run wild, recalling his childhood fascination with wuxia stories.

“Legendary novels? Who’s that? And what’s this martial arts duel about?” Wang Yining was completely lost.

How could she not know about such a literary giant? Mo Shu was about to tease her for her lack of reading, but then remembered this was a parallel world—perhaps the great novelist had a different pen name here.

“Well... that’s a good question, but it’s a long story. Basically, it’s a duel between masters, a contest of the best,” Mo Shu explained from another angle.

“That sounds amazing! By then, you’ll be the chairman of the event, and I’ll be the chairman’s wife! Wahaha!” Wang Yining was overjoyed and started getting carried away.

“Oh, so you’re already calling yourself the chairman’s wife? Can’t wait to marry me, huh?” Mo Shu teased.

“Pfft…” Wang Yining realized she’d let it slip. Not knowing how to recover, she just pouted and stared out the windshield in silence.

“Hahaha! Just kidding. When the time comes, I’ll propose to you, bring the betrothal gifts, and marry you properly. I’ll take care of you for a lifetime.” Seeing the blush bloom across her cheeks, Mo Shu decided not to tease her further—mostly out of self-preservation. If Miss Wang got upset, he’d be in for a rough week in Switzerland.

“Hee hee.” Wang Yining, getting better at feigning anger, instantly brightened. “It’s settled then. When the chairman’s wife speaks, you’ll all have to listen! Hmph…”

Mo Shu didn’t reply—he just laughed heartily, and as he drove, he glanced over at Wang Yining’s adorable expression, his eyes filled with infinite tenderness.