Chapter 699 A Genius's Sweat
"Thank you so much." Clarissa smiled.
"Okay. Check your phone for the text message later."
"Sure, thank you."
Not long after she hung up the phone, she received a text message.
Clarissa clicked on it and carefully examined the address. She discovered that it was a place she had visited when she was still in F Country a long time ago.
She thought for a moment before copying the address and sending it to Nora. Then, she put the phone away.
"Take note of this address. We should be there in the next two days."
Nora took out her phone, looked at it, and asked, "Is it a training ground?"
Clarissa nodded.
After all, she hadn't had real competition for several years. No matter how skilled the player was, they wouldn't be able to find themselves in a good state to do it if they hadn't practiced in a few years.
Clarissa gave herself only two days. She could be deemed incredibly powerful if she could regain her previous skills in two days.
Nora had the address memorized in her head. She put the phone away a few seconds later.
"Okay, I have already memorized it."
Clarissa gave a nod. Only after that did the two of them pay the bill and leave.
Nora wondered as she exited the restaurant, "What are we going to do now? Return to the hotel?"
Clarissa looked at her watch. It was only eight o'clock in the evening.
She shook her head as she considered it. "Let's not go back first. It's still early. Why don't we go have a look at the training ground?"
For a long time, Nora had wished to watch Clarissa drive. When she heard this, her eyes lit up, and she nodded rapidly. "Alright!"
After they made up their mind, they took a taxi to the training ground.
In fact, Clarissa had come to the venue that Sam introduced a few times before.
During that time, she spent the majority of her time on Lost Vanguard's indoor practice field.
Therefore, she rarely went outside.
It was actually rare for Clarissa to have a chance to return to her old place.
The location was only a 20-minute drive away from the restaurant where they were eating.
From a distance, they could see a row of eye-catching buildings.
On top of the iron-gray house were two eye-catching English letters—M.G.
Clarissa recognized it as the name of the training ground.
It was said that they had their own racing team and had gained a high ranking on multiple events. However, unlike other teams, they were solely focused on racing and were not as disorganized as Lost Vanguard.
Such a place was the best option for Clarissa.
After all, with her status, there would be unnecessary misunderstandings and trouble if she went to any of the other training grounds anyway.
Only a totally neutral place, such as M.G, would allow her to join without distractions.
As soon as the two of them walked in, the people in charge greeted them, just as Sam had told them.
"Are you Miss Chapman and Miss Willis?"
Clarissa nodded.
Her current demeanor and looks had changed in comparison to seven years ago.
Furthermore, there were a lot of people there. So, it was natural that the other party did not recognize Clarissa.
"Hello, I heard you're going to rent a racing venue for two days, correct?"
"Yes. Is it convenient to go and have a look now?" Clarissa replied.
"Sure. Come with me."
As the staff responded, she led them to the back.
In front was a row of iron-gray buildings, and behind was an open space, all of which were training grounds.
On the left, there were many racings of various colors, several of which Clarissa had seen before. They were the races that had previously won many competitions.
Clarissa chose her favorite car and handed her belongings to Nora. Clarissa took the key and climbed inside the car as Nora took a seat at the side.
"You can do it, Clarissa!"
Nora was rooting for her.
Clarissa glanced at her with a smile.
Then she started the engine, and the car accelerated like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
Clarissa's greatest advantage while driving was her speed.
She was fast and had good cornering skills. All was so good and beautiful!
Jara had previously stated that Clarissa possessed tremendous racing talent.
Although she began learning at the age of eighteen, her skills were superior and more steady than those who began learning around thirteen or fourteen.
It had to be said that she was really a true talent in this field!
On the Z-shaped track, Clarissa's car flowed smoothly, just like a beautiful fallen leaf.
Each turn and drift she did reflected her distinct sense of style!
Nora, who was seated at the side, stared with her eyes wide open!
It was the first time she had seen Clarissa race!
Clarissa looked incredibly cool on the racetrack!
If the Clarissa who used to sit in the office was a soft and gentle orchid, the Clarissa who was racing on the racetrack right now was a ferocious wild rose!
The speed, the passion, and the blood in her body.
All seemed to be on fire with every movement of the car!
Nora sat on the spectator's seat and watched with bated breath. She would have screamed with excitement if it hadn't been for the fact that there were so few people present.
Ah, that was really amazing!
How could Clarissa be so cool!
She looked so attractive when racing!
Nora was ecstatic. Clarissa, who was seated in the car at the time, was, on the other hand, a little down.
Indeed, her abilities had deteriorated as a result of her lack of practice for a long time.
She had made several mistakes just now. If she had done this in a real race, she would have been laughed at by the others.
Losing was not a big deal, but being laughed at was a little embarrassing.
Clarissa didn't want to lose the match or lose face.
Hence, she needed to train more intensely during the next two days.
That night, she didn't stop until nearly twelve o'clock in the morning.
After four hours of practice, Clarissa's clothes were soaked with sweat when she got out of the car.
Nora was watching with great excitement at first. But, in the end, the longer she stayed there, the more her heart ached.
Only God knew how much effort Clarissa had to practice despite her good results and experience.
On the contrary, it indicated that she had worked significantly harder when she first entered the field.
People usually just saw a person's glory, but they didn't see how hard she worked and sweated behind the scenes.
Despite gifted by God, no one could ever succeed without hard work.
Talent was only a ticket to the championship, not a guarantee of victory.
"Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration," as the saying goes.
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