𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 || Han Lue [English Version]

Prologue

And again, the shouts and cheers of all the attendees on that great pavement road made noise in her ears.

Lessa got out of her characteristic neon purple car, her cocky smile was already well known to everyone present.

The charming and seductive smile of Alessandra Moretti.

Once again, the neon-colored car had unexpectedly crossed the desired finish line, this time, in the vivid streets of Tokyo.

The green eyes of the girl with grape-colored hair, almost mistaken for black if it weren't for the lights that illuminated her head, collided with the much-praised D.K, a Japanese man famous for being the king of the streets in that place at only eighteen.

But Lessa was sixteen, and had beaten the king of Tokyo by miles, with a cocky smile, she received the keys that the tallest man threw at her with violence. - It was a pleasure to have competed with you, your majesty. - The girl's perfect Japanese filled the ears of the others, the bow she gave him was mocking, almost offensive to those who were in his group.

More than anything for the Asian with long hair and a posture that Lessa was sure would cause his back to be hunched for the rest of his life.

Turning around, Lessa began to walk towards her car before a voice interrupted the movement of her hips, the Asian looked at her up and down with some displeasure.

But he wasn't going to deny it, he found her totally attractive. - Hey, grape.

The girl raised an eyebrow, stopping, looking at her car for a second before turning around with a smile so she could be face to face with the boy, who was walking towards her while carrying a cigarette in his hand. The girl tilted her head. Once he was less than a meter away from her. - Tell me, smoke.

He smiled at the not at all funny nickname, knowing that he was referring to the smoke that had come out of his nose and his severe addiction to cigarettes. - What do you think if we do a rematch?

- Are you going to save your little friend's pride or do you just not want to give him a ride home? - Lessa moved the car keys in front of him, she smiled at him before leaning down a little, grateful that the boots she was wearing made her the same height. - I don't like to waste fuel on revenge, much less when I know I will win.

- What makes you feel so confident that you will win?

- I always do it, sweetheart... - She pointed out, wrinkling her nose in a mocking gesture. - But if you want to run against me so much, I will grant you that wish... Ah... But in exchange... - Lessa pointed to the orange car behind them, from which he himself had gotten up. - The Nissan Silva will be mine... What do you think?

- I won't give you my car.

- Ou, so what's the point of running against you?

- I won't give you my car without having earned it.

- Didn't I already do it? - The girl opened her arms, pointing to the two cars parked behind her.

The taller one approached her with a smile before taking a drag on his cigarette, letting out an amused snort, which made smoke come out of his nose, he nodded. - A race, my Nissan for your Subaru, DK's car... - He looked the girl up and down before taking another drag on his cigarette, this time, with a flirtatious smile. - And your number.

- I see this as somewhat unfair. How about a race, my Subaru, the Nissan, and my number for your Nissan and ten grand? It's fair, don't you think? - The girl stretched out her hand, her challenging green eyes shining with amusement as she watched him take another drag on his cigarette.

- Without my number? - He asked with false disappointment.

- I don't need to win a race to earn your number, sweetheart, aren't you looking forward to giving it to me now? - She said, touching his chest with her perfectly painted nail. - So, deal?

Taking the girl's hand, he leaned forward, releasing the smoke, which had been held in his throat for a moment, into her face, and he smiled. - Let's run, darling.