Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander)
Chapter 943

Chapter 943 Jamie, the Champion Racer of Cittadel

As soon as Paul took a closer look at the style of the motorcycle, he immediately leaped up from hiswheelchair and pounced on it despite having a plastered leg. He caressed the body of themotorcycle lovingly and acted as if he had just received a precious treasure.

“This silhouette, this material... It's the latest McLaren bike that's a limited edition. There are onlythree available in this world! I'm on the waiting list, and it's been ages since I placed my order, but ithas been out of stock all this while. How did you manage to get this?!” He was once again stunnedby Narissa's capabilities.

“It's easy enough to assemble one if you can't get it,” she said nonchalantly. “Assemble one?” Hiseyes widened, and he gave a thumbs up. “You're exceptional.”

Meanwhile, Narissa did not say much but buckled her helmet and straddled the bike. “If you'reworried that you won't be able to catch a ride here, I don’t mind sending you.”

“That's too much to ask from you!” Although Paul rejected her offer verbally, in reality, he hoppedonto the bike as soon as he finished her sentence.

"Come on. Let me experience the speed and passion of McLaren!”

She started the ignition and revved the engine almost instantly. Swoosh! Both of them swiftlydisappeared in the distance along with the bike.

Fifteen minutes later, they parked the bike next to the entrance of a high-end gaming center.

She looked at the sign and lifted her transparent visors while sneering mercilessly. “Is this what youmean when you said you “had a race'?”

“I've gotten into an accident once, so I have to cherish my precious life. Let's have some funvirtually, and once I've recovered from my wounds, we can go for some exciting stuff,” he said witha silly grin

Meanwhile, she shook her head and lowered her visor before speeding off.

"Hey!" he yelled, “You left your helmet behind!”

“You can have it!"

She could not contain herself and had the urge to set herself free after being cooped up for somany days. Hence, she could not be bothered to turn back for the helmet.

As for Paul, he looked at Narissa's back as she disappeared. Finally, he retracted his gaze andglanced at the helmet in his arms with a dazed smile. This can be the token of our love. It's unique.The people inside the gaming center heard the commotion and quickly came out to greet him."Gosh, it's you, Mr. Heidelberg. You're finally here. You promised to vie for the winning spot with theother party. This is the reputation of Wegas at stake here! It'd be humiliating if you ended upbailing.”

“What are you on about? I've never let anyone down, have I? Don't worry. With me around, no onewould be able to steal our number-one spot on the Death Racing Team.”

"It's very reassuring to hear that. After all, you're the best in racing among all of us, and you won'tlet us down for sure!”

“That's true...”

At that point, Paul was giddy from all the flattering words. He boasted as he entered his credentialsinto the game interface. “How dare he call himself “Champion Racer of Cittadel'! I'l make sure thathe begs for mercy today!"

As soon as he said that, a tall, strapping male walked into the room from the entrance of thegaming center.

“Is this place still open?” Jamie had searched specifically on the Internet, and this was the bestgaming center in town. The equipment available was top-notch and perfect for a good battle.

He was used to calling the shots, so as he spoke, he naturally seemed to be scrutinizing and exudeda feeling of mightiness.

There were mainly foreign men here, and as soon as they saw an unfamiliar Cittadelian, theyimmediately revealed hostile looks.

"Hey! Leave this place right now! None of us here wants to serve you, you lowly Cittadelian!”

One of them voiced out mockingly, and the others instantly burst into jeering laughter.

Meanwhile, Paul—similarly a Cittadelian—was furious to hear that, so he flung the mouse aside ashe spoke defiantly in his loudest voice with a stern expression, “What's wrong with being aCittadelian? I am also one, who happened to book out the entire place tonight, and I permit him toplay here today! Guys, he can have the best setup in this place, and it's all on me! Anyone who'sdispleased by that can get the heck out of this place right now!”

How dare yall be discriminative when you're just a bunch of rats spending their lives in cybercafes?Once today's match ends, I'll teach you guys a lesson you'll never forget!

“Thanks.” Jamie graciously accepted Paul's kindness and expressed gratitude in AtheseanSubsequently, he trailed behind the shop staff and went to search for a suitable spot.

Half an hour later, Paul's match officially started.

There were plenty of people crowded behind him, and each of them was focused on his monitorscreen with solemn looks.

Although the game, Death Racing Team, was created by a Mesdran, ever since Paul started playingit, he maintained his number-one position on the entire server the whole time. Besides, he was fairlygenerous, so even though the entire club despised Cittadelians, they were exceptionally impressedby him.

However, over the past two weeks, a player with the user ID “ChampionRacerOfCittadel’, hadregistered an account and improved significantly by winning thirty-two consecutive matches. Thatplayer was now top five on the entire server, and other than Paul, who had missed the matchbecause of his injuries, everyone else had been defeated by that player.

This time, Paul was here to seek revenge for them. This was a match that was a matter of pride, sohe took things seriously and intended to teach the other party a lesson.

Unfortunately, the other party took the lead as soon as the match started, and Paul did not even getthe chance to overtake the opponent. In less than five minutes, he lost the match.

“This is impossible!” He found it hard to believe that his opponent was so good at the game. “Basedon my skills, I would never have been overtaken by that much! This player must have cheated!”Suddenly, an ebony-skinned man piped up, “Someone traced their ID and found that they're nottoo far from us. Just less than fifty meters away!”

"You must be kidding! Our entire club is more than fifty meters, so who else could it be other thanthe few of us here?”

As soon as Paul finished his sentence, he was suddenly stunned in place. That's not right! There'sanother person here!

He turned his head gradually and looked at the active monitor not too far from him. Slowly, hisexpression turned solemn.

The next second, he saw Jamie standing up with both hands in his pockets quite cockily.

"Are you “Champion Racer of Cittadel’?” Paul remained slightly doubtful.

“That's right.” Jamie flexed his neck. “The champion of the entire server isn't that great after all.”"How long have you been playing this game?” Paul clenched his fist tightly.

“One week," Jamie answered as he walked over to them

“That's impossible! You wouldn't be able to achieve such a level in just one week! Did you cheat inthe game?!” Paul questioned with wide eyes.

"Oh, come on! I was using your computer, including your Internet, so how could I possibly cheat inthe game? What's wrong? Are you a sore loser?” Jamie spoke indifferently and seemed ratherannoying at the moment.

At that, Paul clenched his fists even tighter. If only he did not have a plastered leg, he would havegone after the guy right from the start.

As for Jamie, he saw through his intentions and went forward to pat him on the shoulder. “I don'tmind fighting you anytime, but that's only when you can finally stand straight.”

It was a double entendre as he intended to say Paul was spineless. Yet, he did not note that literally,but it still sounded extremely annoying somehow.

At that moment, Paul's face flushed red, but he could not do anything about Jamie and watched ashe headed out of the door.

Jamie strode past the crowd, and as he approached, the foreigners who had looked down on himearlier made way for him. That was also why he coincidentally noticed the helmet on the table as hestrode past Paul's table.

With a single glance, he instantly recognized that it belonged to Narissa. He had worn that helmet amillion times, so there was no way he would be mistaken.

He paused in his tracks and walked over to take the helmet into his hands. Indeed, he found theinitials “N.C’ obscurely on a corner by the side of the helmet.

“Can someone enlighten me as to why this helmet is here?”