Blaise's Velocity Trials Chapter 3

Alden rubbed his nose: "I seem to be a little too low-key?"

As he walked up the steps, he ran into Donald, the famous racing driver of the Sauber team.

This guy got third place in the last competition. It was the time when the spring breeze was triumphant, and even the beautiful woman hugging him was a stunner. The two stood at the door and K!ssed each other stickyly, and then Donald slowly handed over the key.

The waiter comes to take the key, but Donald throws it in Alden's direction.

Alden leaned back with his pocket in his pocket, and the key landed just in front of his toes.

"Hey!" Donald raised his eyebrows and looked at Alden. The subtext was "Why can't you even pick up the car key?"

Alden still looked at him with his hands in his pockets, then slowly took out the invitation and handed it to the security guard at the door.

At this time, the waiter quickly apologized to Alden and picked up the car keys.

Alden looked at himself and then at the waiters. Although they were all wearing suits...he wasn't similar to them, was he?

"It's the temperament."

Teammate... ah, should be said to be enemy Tracy McGrady walked past him and smiled mockingly.

Alden rubbed the back of his head, puzzled. What was the similarity in temperament between him and the waiter?

There was a lot of drinking and drinking at the dinner, and many well-known media figures were among them. Team managers and well-known drivers have become the center of attention, but of course...excluding him, an idler.

Fortunately, the snacks at the dinner were delicious.

Alden enjoyed this time where he could eat whatever he wanted without being disturbed or noticed.

Even if you rub cream on your face, you don't need to be busy dealing with reporters and peers like those famous drivers... Life is short, why spend the time you enjoy on socializing?

After finishing a snack, Alden walked to the other side with satisfaction. At this time, a waiter handed the tray to his hand: "I'm sorry, the head waiter called me for something, please help me! Thanks!"

Alden looked at the other person's leaving figure with wide eyes, and then looked at the tray in his hand.

By coincidence, McGrady also saw this scene and directly placed the empty wine glass in his hand on Alden's tray.

"Excuse me, waiter."

After saying that, he put a tip of one dollar on it.

Alden narrowed his eyes. It seemed that McGrady still resented him for not being able to block Duchovny in the last game!

Wait, maybe it's not the game but that water grenade in the bathroom?

Thinking of this, Alden smiled, took down the dollar bills, put them into his pocket, squinted his eyes at Maddie, smiled, and mouthed to him: Thank you.

As expected, Maddie looked like she wanted to get angry but had to hold back.

Alden suddenly felt happy.

At this moment, because of the arrival of a certain person, the people at the dinner party seemed to be attracted by something and looked in a certain direction.

Alden also raised his eyes. It was the manager of the Ferrari team, and Vann Ellis, who was clearly walking behind him but could not hide his presence.

Today, he is wearing a pure black dress with almost no style at all. However, the simpler the style, the more smoothly the lines of his waist and shoulders are outlined, implying a sense of masculine strength.

And those long legs, every step they take makes the viewer feel happy.

It’s self-evident who is at the center of this charity dinner.

It's just that no matter who it is, Ellis can at most communicate with the other person politely and gracefully with a slight nod, but he never shows a smile.

Even if the chairman of this dinner came up to shake hands with him, he just nodded.

"Did this guy have Botox injections that stiffened his facial muscles and made him unable to smile?" Alden touched his chin.

But despite appearing indifferent, no one felt his arrogance. They were like moths rushing to the flame, knowing that Vann Ellis would only have one expression forever, but they still happily surrounded him.

At this time, someone put an empty wine glass on the tray next to him, and then hinted to him with his eyes: Why are you still lazy?

Alden curled his lips, thinking he would eat another piece of cake before exiting.

Just as he was about to look for food and leave this place, his eyes inadvertently glanced in the direction of Ellis, and then he discovered that although Ellis seemed to be listening calmly to the chairman's words with a wine glass in his hand, his eyes were passing through the other person's shoulders, from Between the gaps between the guests, it fell on Alden.

There was no emotion in this gaze. Alden thought that the other party was just bored because the chairman had been talking for too long and wanted to find another focus for himself, but he soon discovered that it was not just that...

From his eyes to the tip of his nose, slowly downward, sinking into the collar, getting deeper and deeper...

Alden turned away.

It must be that the air in the banquet hall contains alcohol, and I am not used to it.

He tilted his head and hooked his tie with his fingers.

Just for a moment, he felt as if his neck was being burned. He subconsciously looked in Ellis's direction again.

Ah...I was blocked by someone...

It is indeed an illusion.

Alden walked to the other side and saw the mini lemon pies.

"Great, I'll eat you."

The moment he raised his eyes, he inadvertently met Ellis's eyes again. An invisible force came in reverse and slammed into his body. All the external objects that could conceal who he was, at that moment All were torn and stripped.

The body feels inexplicably hot, and the blood rushes downwards.

Alden wanted to look away, but at this moment it felt like he was under the other's pull and couldn't turn.

"Now, the auction for this charity dinner is about to begin!"

Everyone's eyes were looking toward the auction display platform, including Ellis.

Alden could finally exhale.

What just happened was probably an illusion... I and Ellis had only met face to face twice in total.

Once in the bathroom and once in the supermarket, the other party didn't need to look at me like an enemy!

After the host talked a lot of nonsense, he finally got to the point.

"All proceeds from this auction will be given to the Ferrari Charity Fund for the relief of children with leukemia! Please take a look at the first auction item below---nicknamed Great White Shark, which is also the second consecutive auction. The gloves that Reid, the top overall scorer in the F1 Grand Prix, used in the previous race! "

There was warm applause.

"The starting bid is five thousand dollars!"

Alden laughed as he ate his lemon pie.

The starting price is US$5,000. Those who didn’t know it would have thought it was a modern famous painting!

Oops, it seems that I should really tighten myself up as Mr. Jace said. When he becomes famous, even if the gloves he used cannot be sold for five thousand dollars, he can still get them for five hundred dollars, right?

At that time, he will change a pair for every game!

In the end, "Jaws" Shire's glove sold for $20,000.

Alden couldn't help but sigh: F1 is indeed the most expensive sport in the world, bar none.

"The following is the second auction item - a T-shirt worn by Ferrari's Van Ellis in the race!"

There was a burst of excitement and excitement around Alden.

"The starting bid is also five thousand dollars!"

Before the host's introduction was finished, the bidding started impatiently.

"Six thousand dollars!"

"Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand!"

...

Alden nodded while listening to the bidding sounds around him, with a puzzled expression on his face.

It’s just a white T-shirt. Why does it have such value after being worn by Ellis?

In the end, the price soared to $50,000.

Alden felt like he was choking on the lemon pie and had to find some water to drink.

When he turned around, he saw a young girl with tears in her eyes, and her father was comforting her.

"Don't be sad, dear. I know the Scuderia Ferrari strategist very well. When the party is over, I'll ask him to ask Ellis for another T-shirt, okay?"

But the girl still couldn't stop crying.

To be honest, Alden was a little skeptical. How many of these female fans bidding really understand F1?

"My dear, believe me, okay?" The father wanted to wipe his daughter's tears, but the daughter looked away.

Alden felt a little sorry for him, so he adjusted his collar and came to the girl's side.

"Hey, do you like Van Ellis?"

... The girl felt strange about Alden's appearance, but nodded, "Yes."

"Did you know that after an F1 race, the driver's physical exertion is comparable to that of a marathon?"

The girl nodded, still not understanding why Alden suddenly said this.

"So, in a race, a driver can lose about three liters of water. That water is absorbed by that white T-shirt... It's a veritable undershirt, and I guess it has a lot of Vince's Dun's body odor...I wonder if it's pungent?" Alden shrugged and continued to look at the girl.

"Are you...are you sick?" The girl became angry and turned around to leave.

Alden touched his nose and whispered to himself: "Am I sick? It's better than some people who spend fifty thousand dollars to buy men's undershirts."

"I don't have any body odor. I wonder if you'll be disappointed."

The cold sound like a silver cup gently hitting in an empty room sounded behind him. Alden's back stiffened. Even though he had only heard a few words from the other party, he could still tell that it was Ellis's voice.

He...when exactly did he come?

Shouldn't this guy be chatting with some chairman or advertising sponsor?