jdhmnovel Chapter 204 It Flyed
Chapter 204 It Flyed
The team members were too scared to utter a word after being scolded. The air was silent for a while before one member timidly raised his hand and asked, "Coach... shall we still... practice?"
"What are you going to do if you're not going to practice? Just stand here and stare!"
Chen Feng took off his sunglasses and wiped them. "But we'll practice after those two cars have finished their runs."
The team's most honest-looking big guy instinctively asked, "Why?"
Chen Feng's temple throbbed, and he beckoned the big guy over, "Come here, let me ask you, if we accidentally bump into those two cars during training, can you afford to pay for them???"
The big man swallowed hard. "I can't afford to pay for it."
"That's okay."
……
On the track, Qi Xian and Si Yun were locked in a fierce battle.
During the first lap, the two were evenly matched, with one sometimes in front and the other sometimes in front, making it impossible to determine who was better.
The turning point came on the second lap. Si Yun was clearly a few seconds faster than Qi Xian when cornering, and in the blink of an eye, Qi Xian was left behind. In the following lap, the gap widened.
Qi Xian stared intently at the track, muttering to himself, "Damn it, are we going to lose again?"
"Even modified cars can't beat it?! Is this some kind of ghost?!"
In reality, racing requires not only a good car, but also skill. Si Yun's skills are clearly superior, while Qi Xian is more like the "poor student with lots of stationery" from school days.
Xie Qing sat firmly in the passenger seat, glancing at Qi Xian, who was so anxious he was gritting his teeth, and asked, "Do you really want to win?"
"Sure."
While keeping an eye on the road, Qi Xian muttered, "I've lost to that guy a few times before. If I lose again this time, where will I put my face?"
"I can help you win."
"what?!"
Qi Xian was momentarily distracted and almost veered off the road. Fortunately, he stepped on the brakes in time, and the race car came to a dramatic stop at the edge of the buffer zone.
Before he could react, Xie Qing had already deftly unbuckled his seatbelt and walked around to the driver's side door.
"get off."
As if by some strange twist of fate, Qi Xian obediently gave up his seat and sat in the passenger seat.
However, when he saw Xie Qing skillfully start the engine and prepare to fire, he instantly snapped out of his daze, "Actually... winning or losing isn't that important, safety is... ahhh...!!!"
The roar of the engine drowned out his shouts. Xie Qing's slender fingers flew across the paddle shifters, then he slammed on the gas, and the race car shot off like a beast unleashed from its cage.
As he rounded the bend, Qi Xian watched helplessly as the speedometer needle trembled wildly, rapidly approaching the 200 mark. His throat tightened, his fingers almost dug into the leather seat, and his voice trembled, "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap... we're going to crash!!!"
Xie Qing's lips curled slightly, and a hint of excitement and fervor flashed in her eyes.
His slender fingers whirled the steering wheel, then he precisely slammed on the brakes. The car slid almost sideways into the curve, but he managed to bring it back under control just before it was about to go out of control.
Like a blue lightning bolt, it sliced through the apex of the corner at an almost extreme angle, then accelerated sharply and rushed out, leaving behind only a scorching smell of burning rubber and the lingering roar of the engine.
Qi Xian was thrown from side to side by inertia, his heart pounding wildly as if it would explode.
It wasn't until long after we'd driven off the bend that I finally found my voice, "That was fucking thrilling...!"
Xie Qing's gaze was fixed on the winding track ahead. His tone was casual, yet it revealed a dangerous madness, "This is nothing."
Over the next six laps, Qi Xian experienced firsthand what speed and passion truly meant. On several occasions, he felt as if the car had taken off—flying into the air.
Si Yun, who had been overtaken and left behind as early as the sixth lap, was shocked. "Damn..."
His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. "That kid Qi Xian... did he cough up his medicine? Why is he driving so fast!"
He accelerated to give chase, but soon discovered that no matter how fast he sped up, the blue lightning bolt remained forever out of reach.
The car was approaching its maximum speed, and the steering wheel began to vibrate slightly out of control. For safety reasons, he could only slow down gradually.
On the observation deck at the mountaintop, Chen Feng's sunglasses had somehow slipped down to the tip of his nose. He stared in astonishment at the blue Bugatti speeding up and down the track. "That cornering speed...that braking point...it's so beautiful!"
He turned around abruptly, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. "Quick, quick, bring me the stopwatch!"
The blue sports car zoomed past the mountaintop. Chen Feng pressed the stopwatch, and when they passed the mountaintop again, he pressed the pause button and looked at the time—seven kilometers, including uphill, downhill sections and many curves, only took two minutes and four or five seconds, one minute and thirty seconds faster than their team's best time!
The team members were incredulous upon seeing this result. "Coach...is the timer broken?!"
Pointing at the blue sports car speeding around the bend, Chen Feng exclaimed excitedly, "Tell me, what kind of chronograph could break down to this reading?!"
"Two minutes and forty-five seconds... two minutes and forty-five seconds..."
He paced back and forth nervously, then suddenly stopped abruptly, a terrifying glint in his eyes. "If we can poach this guy for the team... we'll have at least an 80% chance of winning the Asian GT Championship next year."
……
The engine noise of the blue Bugatti gradually subsided, and it came to a steady stop next to a row of professional race cars in the mountaintop parking lot.
Xie Qing leaned against the car, smiling as she looked at Qi Xian, "Are you alright?"
Qi Xian's legs felt weak, as if he were walking on cotton, and he had to hold onto the car door to keep his balance. "Damn... I've never ridden in a car this fast in my life..."
Coming to his senses, with lingering excitement in his eyes, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and suddenly grinned, "But this was fucking awesome! This is what you call racing! All those other times were just casual strolls!"
Xie chuckled and tossed the car keys to Qi Xian, glancing out of the corner of his eye at several people in racing suits walking toward them.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a black jacket, who looked very capable and efficient.
Qi Xian clearly noticed the newcomer as well, his eyes suddenly sharpening, revealing a dangerous sense of pressure.
He glanced at the middle-aged man standing three steps away, who was at the head of the group, and asked in a lazy tone, "What's up?"
Chen Feng paused in his tracks, taken aback by the imposing aura, then smiled frankly and said, "I do have something to discuss with Mr. Xie."
Xie raised an eyebrow. "Looking for me?"
Chen Feng nodded, his attitude extremely polite. "Mr. Xie, I've seen the movies you starred in, so I consider myself a fan."
"But I didn't expect that you're not only a good actor, but also such a good racer! Have you had any special training?"
Xie Qing replied calmly, "It's nothing more than a hobby."
However, he took his hobby to a level that others could not reach—in his previous life, Xie Qing was just one step away from obtaining the FIA Super License, but then fate intervened and he died suddenly at the age of thirty.