Peach Blossom Divine Medical God

"Mr. Chen, after listening to my analysis, who do you think has the bigger chance now?"

After delivering a professional analysis, Gao Song didn't miss the chance to show off in front of Chen Yang, hoping to influence Chen Yang to choose the right side.

If it were any other matter, Chen Yang would prefer not to complicate things and just go along with it.

But in this case, Chen Yang couldn't blindly follow him.

"Haha, Mr. Gao, your analysis makes a lot of sense, but I always trust my instincts, so I still favor the competitor on the left," Chen Yang said, smiling as he stuck to his view.

Gao Song was stunned at first upon hearing this, but then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Mr. Chen is really quite unique. But in the face of absolute strength, stubbornness is useless. Let's just wait and see," Gao Song said with a sneer, shaking his head without saying more.

Chen Yang maintained his smile.

"Mm-hmm, Mr. Gao, you are right. Let's just wait and see."

Having said that, Chen Yang ignored Gao Song and turned his attention towards the direction of the track.

At that moment, the two competitors on the track were ready.

Both were dressed in professional racing suits with very sturdy helmets on their heads.

Their bodies slightly leaned forward, their chests almost pressed against the fuel tank.

This was the professional starting sprint posture for motorcycle racing.

By adopting this posture, it meant they were fully prepared, just waiting for the starting whistle.

With the competitors ready, the onlooking crowd held their breath, fearing to disrupt the competitors' start.

"Start!"

At Gao Song's command, the referee in the crowd immediately blew the whistle.

Vroom!

As soon as the whistle sounded, the competitors' bikes roared aggressively like beasts.

Then the two motorcycles shot off directly with a swoosh.

As soon as they set off, the power was maxed out.

Because the first section of the downhill was a long slope, straight.

On such a section, maximizing the power was entirely feasible.

With power maxed, the machines emitted a loud engine roar.

But this roar didn't last long, as within seconds, the competitors had sped several meters away.

Being nighttime, the headlights of the motorcycles darted along the road, very conspicuous.

Chen Yang and his group stood atop the hill, able to follow the race through the lights.

At the beginning of the dash, the speed of the two was evenly matched, almost riding parallel.

But after covering a distance, the young man on the right began to progressively lead.

In less than a minute, the young man on the right was already ahead by three or four meters.

Gao Song stood beside Chen Yang, and seeing this, a smug smile spread across his face.

The surrounding crowd started discussing upon witnessing this scene.

"Gao, you're really the godly racer in our circle, your predictions are spot on."

"Haha, next time we might not even need to race; just let Gao take a look for us."

"I'm truly impressed, seems like the right side really won, and it's just the beginning."

...

The crowd's chatter was mostly in praise of Gao Song.

Already feeling smug, Gao Song's smile grew even broader upon hearing these words.

His neck even involuntarily lifted slightly.

"Jingjing, who do you think will win?"

Gao Song basked in pride for a moment before suddenly turning to Tan Jing, who was standing beside Chen Yang.

"Huh? You're asking me?" Tan Jing was so absorbed in watching that she didn't respond immediately.

"Indeed, you're familiar with motorcycles. Who do you think will win?" Gao Song asked with a smile.

Confronted by Gao Song's direct question, Tan Jing felt a bit awkward.

Because compared to them, Chen Yang and Gao Song held opposing views, it was somewhat inappropriate for her to express her stance.

"I'm not sure myself. Racing involves many decisive factors, and anything could happen before the results are out," Tan Jing replied evasively, without directly answering Gao Song's question.

Implying she was unsure herself.

In truth, her mind was indeed conflicted.

On one hand, she trusted Chen Yang not to make random guesses.

On the other hand, Gao Song's analysis seemed reasonable; in many respects, the right side held significant advantages.

If nothing went wrong, the right side was definitely going to win.

After much thought, she opted not to express a clear position.

Upon hearing Tan Jing's reply, Gao Song's expression subtly changed.

To him, Tan Jing not taking a side meant she had already sided with Chen Yang.

They were both knowledgeable about motorcycles, so he didn't believe Tan Jing couldn't see the right side's advantage.

Thinking along these lines, Gao Song felt quite displeased.

But outwardly, he didn't show it, cheerfully saying "alright" then once again veered the topic back to Chen Yang.

"Mr. Chen, do you still stick with your gut feeling?"

Hearing this, Chen Yang, without turning his head, silently nodded, indicating he still held that left side would win.

Gao Song heard this and a thought crossed his mind.

Since Chen Yang was so insistent, why not use this opportunity to suppress him?

This could perhaps alter Tan Jing's views and trust toward Chen Yang.

With this in mind, Gao Song immediately said with a grin, "Then, Mr. Chen, why not play a little game and make a bet?"

Chen Yang turned around to look at Gao Song upon hearing this.

"What game, what bet?"

"Let's bet on who will win! You choose the left side, I choose the right side," Gao Song said, pointing at the two fast-moving sources of light below.

Chen Yang had realized that Gao Song wanted to use this opportunity to suppress him.

Initially unwilling to complicate matters, he hadn't expected Gao Song's attention would steer this way nonetheless.

"What are we betting?"

With Gao Song adamant, it was impossible for Chen Yang to back down, so he directly asked what the bet would be.

Seeing Chen Yang asking, Gao Song felt a thrill.

"Hmm... how about betting that you call me 'Master' three times? If you lose, you become my disciple, and I'll teach you all about motorcycles," Gao Song teasingly suggested.

Though it appeared as a jest, it was actually a clever way to suppress someone.

If he lost, Chen Yang's stature in front of Gao Song would diminish greatly.

After all, calling someone 'Master', right?

And since this method of suppression was posed as a joke, if Chen Yang couldn't handle it, he would seem petty.

Which in turn would only make him more embarrassed.

This maneuver by Gao Song could really trap Chen Yang, ensuring he suppresses him.

"Gao Song, Chen Yang was just trusting his instincts, why make a bet?" Tan Jing finally sensed something amiss and tried to smooth things over, hoping nothing unpleasant would occur.

But Gao Song wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.

He quickly said, "Jingjing, it's just a joke, nothing more. Besides, Mr. Chen hasn't refused yet."

"This..."

Tan Jing, hearing this, intended to mediate on behalf of Chen Yang, attempting to sidestep the situation.

But at that moment, Chen Yang actively took over.

"Haha, right, since it's a joke, I won't spoil the fun, let's go for it," Chen Yang replied with a confident smile, agreeing straightforwardly.

Gao Song saw how Chen Yang willingly agreed and seized the chance conclusively.

"Haha, Jingjing, you see, Mr. Chen wants to participate, just as a token," Gao Song said to Tan Jing.

Tan Jing initially planned to mediate, but seeing Chen Yang himself agree, she deemed it inappropriate to say more.

"Alright, then you go ahead," Tan Jing conceded.