When Zi Yi heard Zhou Shiyu's arrogant voice, she knew what was going on. "You must be nervous."
Sure enough, Zhou Shiyu seemed to have his tail stepped on and he immediately raised his voice. "How could I possibly be nervous?!"
Zi Yi sneered and said, "If you're not nervous, why are you calling me right now? If my memory serves me right, the country you're in is five hours behind and that is to say, it's only just past 1:00 a.m on your side."
The other end of the phone call went silent.
Zi Yi's voice became slightly quieter. "You're not asleep even at 1:00 a.m and so are you intending to fall asleep during the race?"
The other side still remained silent.
Zi Yi knew that he was listening and continued to speak. "My racing club doesn't support useless people. If you can't even handle the psychological pressure of such a small race, you might as well quit the racing circle."
