Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 227 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (28)
"Lap 2, 1:24! Oh, Ling is third!"

……

"1 minute 23 seconds 561! My God! Second second!"

……

In the next few minutes, on the Albert Park circuit, exclamations from the commentators kept ringing.

third lap.

Watching the arrogant black cross the finish line and jump to one place again, the eyes of the surrounding audience were completely dull.

You know, the F1 arena is changing rapidly.

Even a car god can't guarantee faster laps.

For example, Lin Nantian just broke the record. The speed in the last two laps was so high that it was an incredible miracle.

But in the first three laps, his speed did not rise continuously.

Therefore, it can be said that Lin Nantian exploded in the last two laps.

However, Yan Wu's speed was getting faster and faster for 3 consecutive laps.

And at this moment, after entering the fourth lap, there seems to be a tendency to go faster.

This situation obviously cannot be explained by good state.

It's more like...

"Didn't he try his best before? My God! 42 seconds 243! God, how could it be so fast!?"

The commentator exclaimed for the Nth time, seeing the black racing car crossing the center line, he couldn't help shouting again.

The audience's cheers followed.

"Brother Tian..." As Long Teng was standing, Long Qianqian grabbed the corner of his lover's clothes, seeking comfort.

But did not get the slightest response.

She frowned, turned her head to look, and saw Lin Nantian staring at the field, with blue veins appearing faintly on his forehead.

This appearance doesn't seem like a sure-fire performance.

"sky……"

"Shut up." Lin Nantian suddenly shouted and said.

"It's impossible for him to surpass mine, impossible..."

"The last corner, cornering at full speed, Ling brought us a drift... beautiful!"

No, the commentary sounded suddenly, covering his voice.

"Ling crossed the finish line, let's see, his final result is..."

Lin Nantian suddenly turned his gaze back, locking eyes with Hei who was roaring across the line.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Everyone held their breaths, only waiting for a result.

However, the voice of the narrator was not heard in the ear for a long time.

!! ?
As time passed, everyone couldn't help but feel a little commotion.

An incredible voice came out from the speaker.

"Um, audience friends, please don't doubt, today is not April Fool's Day, but Ling's lap time just now is... 1 minute 23 seconds 011! Yes, you heard it right, it is 1 minute 23 seconds 011!"

"Ling from the Morton Racing Team tied the new record just set by 'Lin'!"

- Wow.

The crowd exploded immediately.

Lin Nantian's mind went blank.

"Equal record? My God, this is just magical..."

"Isn't today really April Fool's Day?"

"So, they might have an extra game later?"

"Don't be silly dear, there is still one lap left, I think, maybe Ling still retains his strength..."

"Oh my God! He's so handsome! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Get rid of that Lin!"

……

The uproar was heard, Lin Nantian clenched his fists tightly, and his already muddy mind barely turned.

calm.

Now it's just tying the record, yes, that kid can't be faster.

In the extra race later, he possesses the spirit of an A-level or even S-level car god. Is he still no match?

Yes, you won't lose...

Thinking silently in his heart, Lin Nantian's expression finally eased a lot.

on the track.

The main god of the "young man" who had just entered the station for adjustment glanced from a distance, looked at the "75%" luck rate above his head, and curled his lips. Suddenly, he felt an extremely oppressive gaze.

(End of this chapter)