Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 267
Entertainment racing livestreams have always been a highly popular program, with the main draw being a professional racer in the driver's seat and a complete amateur in the passenger seat.
The amateur wears a specially designed helmet that reveals their face, making it easy for viewers to screenshot and create memes. Every episode provides excellent material for hilarious edits.
The show usually has a large audience, but today it exploded in popularity!
Because Qiao Chuchu, who went viral a few days ago, turned out to be one of the racers!
Bullet comments flooded the screen:
"Miss Eight is making a comeback?!"
"Ahhhh! My girl is back! She looks so cool!!"
"Wait, isn’t Miss Eight supposed to be an artist? Since when can she race? How is she this skilled?"
"Why can’t she be? She literally carried her family members on her back before. So what if the young lady has multiple talents?"
"The blogger I followed stopped updating. My girl is harder to catch than a wild boar in the mountains! I thought I’d never see her daily life again!"
"Right? That blogger claimed Qiao Chuchu wasn’t Miss Eight, but after Qiao went viral, they stopped posting. Sounds like a guilty conscience to me."
"Whatever, I’m just happy to see Miss Eight again!!"
"T_T My girl looks so beautiful this time—not the snarling version for once!"
Xia Xuechun sat in the audience, opening the livestream on her phone, only to find the comments overflowing with excitement and praise for Qiao Chuchu!
She had expected at least some criticism, but every single message was hyping her up!
She was on the verge of tears.
These people could have been her fans. They could have adored her instead.
But now, they were all fawning over Qiao Chuchu!
Xia Xuechun pinched the spot between her nose and upper lip, trying not to pass out from frustration.
Someone tapped her from behind.
She turned, eyes widening in delight. "Second Brother Long, you’re out?"
Long Yunxiao shushed her, pulling his baseball cap low as he glanced around. "My name’s been cleared for now. I came to see you. Follow me."
He led Xia Xuechun to an empty area near the spectator stands.
Her nose stung as she threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist. "You’re finally here. Long Jun keeps humiliating me, and I couldn’t even see any of you. Qiao Chuchu bullies me too—I can’t even fight back!"
Long Yunxiao stroked her head sympathetically. "Did Qiao Chuchu insult you again? On my way here, I heard she’s one of today’s racers."
Xia Xuechun nodded. "She replaced Long Jun because she sprayed chili water in his eyes, so he couldn’t compete."
She pouted. "Not only that, she held a craft knife to my eye and almost blinded me! And now she’s bragging about winning first place!"
"What?! Qiao Chuchu almost gouged your eye out?!" Long Yunxiao’s expression darkened. "Just wait."
Xia Xuechun blinked. "What are you going to do?"
His entire body radiated suppressed fury. "I’ll spend some money to make sure she suffers on the track."
Overjoyed, Xia Xuechun leaped onto his back. "Long-ge, you’re the best! I knew you’d take care of me!"
Qiao Chuchu stood by her car, waiting as the other racers were interviewed one by one.
She noticed Xia Xuechun being affectionate with a man.
The man wore a baseball cap, hiding his face, dressed in slightly outdated clothes—yet he patiently carried Xia Xuechun piggyback as they chatted.
They looked like a couple.
...Who was he?
Definitely not Long Yuntian—his beer belly was way too big.
Could it be Long Yunxiao?
She stared straight at them. Suddenly, the man glanced in her direction.
Their eyes met for just a second before he looked away.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she’d better stay alert.
Fifteen minutes later, the race was about to begin.
Qiao Chuchu put on her helmet and got into the car.
The racers on either side called out to her, "Hey!"
She turned to them.
The two men leaned against their cars, smirking. "Little girl, you better be careful. We don’t go easy on ladies."
They had just struck a deal with Long Yunxiao.
If they made sure Qiao Chuchu suffered on the track—whether by keeping her out of the top three or forcing her to crash—they’d get a million yuan.
As teammates, they always secured first and second place. This was a sure thing.
Bullying a girl? Piece of cake.
They sneered, "Don’t cry when you lose, sweetheart."
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Where did these nobodies come from, picking a fight with her? This setup felt so forced.
Was this scripted?
She scoffed and shot back, "Relax, boys. I don’t go easy on anyone either. Just don’t start whining and cursing when you lose—spare your ancestors the shame."
The two men froze, exchanging baffled looks.
"Hahahaha that’s my Miss Eight for you!!"
"‘Spare your ancestors the shame’—LMAO!"
"Is Qiao Chuchu serious right now? Does she not know Brother Wang and Brother Hao are pro racers?"
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"Yeah, sure, they didn’t rank high in official tournaments, but on this track? They’ve dominated first and second place forever. They know every inch of this game."
"Brother Wang, teach this brat a lesson! Shut her up!"
"Chuchu, fight for our noble family’s honor! You’re the only daughter we have!"
"Miss, you’re not just racing for first place—you’re racing for our dynasty’s pride!"
"Miss, I give you three minutes to win and humiliate these clowns!"
Qiao Chuchu fastened her seatbelt and waited for the race to start.
The moment the signal sounded, she slammed the accelerator and shot forward!
Weisheng Yucan sat excitedly in the VIP section, watching the race broadcast.
Pei Fengnong rushed in, panting heavily. "Has the race started?"
Weisheng Yucan turned in shock.
A whole group of men had flooded in—all familiar faces.
Weisheng Wenzhan slumped onto the couch beside her, rubbing his temples as he caught his breath. "Where’s Qiao Chuchu?"
Yucan sighed. "Why are all of you here? Didn’t I say being clingy is annoying?"
Right now, she was definitely annoyed.
Weisheng Wenzhan shot her a stern look. "Answer the question."
Rolling her eyes, she pointed at the screen. "The red-and-white car."
They all focused on the broadcast.
The red-and-white car was already far ahead, clearly gunning for first place!
Pei Fengnong’s eyes lit up as he watched Qiao Chuchu’s smooth, controlled drifts. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "She’s still so good at driving..."
Long Jun stood dumbfounded in the spectator area, jaw slack as he stared at the screen.
Qiao Chuchu was driving his car—but with even more ferocity than he ever could.
She was an absolute beast on the track!
She actually knows how to race cars!!
