17: This is absolutely one of the most breathtaking moments in racing history.

The male commentator's voice was impassioned: "Look, the one currently in the lead is the three-time world champion from the USA, Jack Wilson."

"He is driving his 'Venom' GT racing car, approaching the most dangerous 'Kiss of Death' curve at a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour. Can he break his own track record?"

The female commentator beside him added at a rapid-fire pace.

"Wilson's racing car is equipped with a V12 hybrid engine, with a peak horsepower of over 1500, and the aerodynamic kit is tailor-made for this mountain road..."

At this moment of universal attention, with all cameras pointed at the champion driver.

A black heavy-duty motorcycle, like an uninvited guest, suddenly burst onto the track with a roar that tore through the air.

The motorcyclist's dazzling silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and behind her sat a woman with a pained expression, clearly pregnant.

This extremely jarring scene was instantly broadcast to all live-streaming platforms through countless lenses.

The audience at the scene, the netizens in front of their screens, and the two experienced commentators were all stunned.

There was a moment of eerie silence at the scene, followed by an explosion of earth-shattering exclamations and an uproar.

"What's going on!"

"Silver hair, it's a beauty, and she's riding a motorcycle!"

"Is she... is she carrying a pregnant woman on the back?"

"A silver-haired young girl bringing a pregnant woman onto a professional racing track, am I fucking seeing things?"

"This is too exciting!"

Lei Jun drove the black harley, moving as if on level ground on the treacherous track.

Her control was breathtakingly precise; every turn was like it had undergone the most meticulous calculation.

The body of the bike sliced into the apex at an extreme angle, the tires making a sharp yet rhythmic sound as they rubbed against the ground.

It was as if she wasn't competing, but performing a dangerous and elegant piece of art.

The needle on the speedometer climbed without hesitation, quickly breaking past 180 kilometers per hour.

Even at the sharpest "Kiss of Death" hairpin turn, she showed no sign of slowing down.

Instead, using superb center-of-gravity control and throttle micro-manipulation, she kept the motorcycle at a terrifyingly high speed, drawing a thrilling arc and drifting perfectly through the turn.

The spectators in the stands and in front of their screens all held their breath, their eyes wide and round, their brains almost unable to process the logic-defying scene before them.

"My... my God, does she not slow down for turns?"

"This isn't riding at all... she's fucking flying!"

"To be able to ride like this while carrying a pregnant woman, which deity has descended to earth?"

"Silver hair... motorcycle... Goddess of Racing, what on earth did I just watch today!"

"Look quickly, she's catching up to Wilson!"

The leading Jack Wilson was focusing intently on approaching the finish line when suddenly, a streak of black lightning rapidly enlarged in his rearview mirror.

Before he could even react to what it was, that harley motorcycle carrying the pregnant woman let out a roar that tore through the air.

With an almost insultingly smooth drift, it flashed past his window and completed the overtake in an instant.

Wilson's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the steering wheel suddenly stiffened; he went blank for a moment, then could only watch helplessly as that figure with flying silver hair vanished into the distance.

Amidst the deafening waves of sound from the crowd, a mix of gasps and screams, the motorcycle driven by Lei Jun was like an arrow released from a bow, crossing the finish line first.

The entire racing venue completely boiled over!

The commentator's voice was already completely hoarse, nearly breaking:

"Oh-ho-ho!"

"Incredible!"

"Unbelievable!"

"So, so, so, so, so... crazy!"

"A silver-haired young girl riding a motorcycle and carrying a pregnant woman!"

"She defeated the world champion Jack Wilson and his top-tier racing car!"

"This is absolutely the most shocking scene in racing history!"

"Heavens, I don't know what to say!"

Professional race commentators immediately conducted an emergency analysis in the studio.

"Reviewing from a technical perspective, this mysterious rider's understanding of curves, control of speed, and use of the vehicle's center of gravity have completely exceeded our scope of knowledge!"

"Every movement was precise, efficient, and without any redundancy, as if human and machine were one!"

"Wilson's loss wasn't unfair at all; this wasn't a gap in racing performance, but a crushing defeat from a higher dimension!"

"What this young girl has displayed is a god-level art of driving!"

...By this time, Lei Jun had no time to worry about the commotion behind her; she safely delivered the pregnant woman to the hospital at the fastest possible speed.

Watching the medical staff quickly take the woman into the emergency room, she finally let out a long sigh of relief, her tensed shoulders relaxing slightly.

Just as she relaxed, two traffic police officers found her.

After understanding the circumstances... having no choice but to speed and break onto the racing track to deliver a woman in labor, the police officers' expressions turned from stern to understanding and helpless.

They didn't issue a punishment, but still gave a serious warning.

"Saving someone is a good thing, but next time you encounter this kind of situation, you must call the police to report it first. We can arrange for an escort to clear the way; this was too dangerous!"

Lei Jun nodded, indicating she understood.

After handling the matters at the hospital, Lei Jun finally arrived at her destination for this trip—the "Phantom Styling" art salon.

Upon entering the shop, a staff member immediately came forward warmly, handed over a stylist's roster, and introduced the qualifications and preferred styles of the various masters in detail.

Lei Jun pointed directly at the one at the very top of the price list: "Introduce this most expensive Tony."

The staff member's eyes lit up, and their tone became even more respectful: "You really have a good eye!"

"This Tony is the treasure of our shop; he just returned from Paris Fashion Week and is a champion of the International Hairdressing Competition."

"He often serves as a private styling consultant for A-list stars, and he happens to be in the shop today."

Lei Jun nodded with satisfaction: "Him then."

Soon, Tony came down from the second-floor studio.

He was dressed fashionably and had an outstanding temperament; however, when he saw Lei Jun sitting in the waiting area, his steps suddenly halted, and his eyes instantly went wide.

"Oh My God!"

He subconsciously covered his mouth.

Stunning!

Simply stunning!

He had seen countless beautiful stars, socialites, and models, but the beauty of this silver-haired young girl before him was a kind of near-perfect work of art that transcended gender.

It made even this top stylist, who was accustomed to seeing beauties, feel his heart race.

He was so excited that his whole body trembled.

What every top stylist pursues in their lifetime is to create a masterpiece on a perfect foundation.

And this young girl before him was undoubtedly the ultimate Muse he had dreamed of, enough to spark all his inspiration!

"This distinguished lady~"

Tony walked forward with light steps, his orchid finger tilted elegantly, his voice carrying a hint of shrill femininity.

"Follow me, my exclusive studio is upstairs."

Lei Jun wasn't surprised by this; in her understanding, top fashion stylists seemed to have somewhat feminine traits.

She stood up and followed calmly.