Hokage: Otsutsuki Hamura, it turned out to be my teacher

A Porsche and a Lamborghini were parked at the starting point, and the roar of the engines of the two cars was endless, like two beasts ready to devour anyone at any time.

In the Lamborghini car, Mi Tiangong gritted his teeth and said: "You must win!"

Song Zibin rolled his eyes and said, "Master Mi, am I still going to lose in a competition with such an unknown person?"?

Mi Tiangong took out a breath and said: "You are right, I am so angry that I am dizzy. Then you have to use all your strength. If I want to win, he won't even be able to find him in the north."

"Okay." Song Zibin shook his head. He felt that such a competition was really meaningless. If it weren't for Mi Tiangong's identity and the generous reward, he would really be too lazy to come here to compete.

In my heart, I didn't pay attention to Su Weifeng at all. After a while, I just had a casual comparison and won.

A girl in front counted three numbers, then waved her hand down fiercely.

The two cars swooped out immediately.

When it comes to racing, even if your level is high, if you don't give up a few meters or a few seconds first, that's too much pretense.

Song Zibin would not be like this, and Su Weifeng would not be like this. During the competition, many times, the difference is less than one second.

There is a straight road ahead, and the two cars are basically driving side by side, in no particular order.

However, this does not tell the level of a person at all. Any enthusiast here can almost do this. After all, the (performance) performance of everyone’s cars is not much different. The competition on the straight road is the performance of the car. xing) function, plus the reaction speed when setting off.

The two cars immediately entered the first curve.

The curvature of this curve was not very large. Song Zibin just applied the brakes lightly, and the car rushed over at high speed, and immediately got in front of Su Weifeng's car.

"100 meters, right bend in fifth gear." Shui Lingling stared ahead and said loudly.

Su Weifeng's car also rushed through the curve immediately.

But he immediately said: "Pilot 20 meters in advance."

"Copy that!" Shui Lingling nodded quickly. She also felt that she was a little late when she spoke just now, which caused Su Weifeng to be a little unstable when he turned.

"100 meters, right turn in fourth gear!" It was another roundabout, Shui Lingling shouted half a second ahead of schedule.

When Su Weifeng's car went through the curve this time, it was a little smoother than before.

"100 meters, third gear left bend." Shui Lingling shouted again, looking a little nervous.

The curves are getting bigger and bigger, and the level of the driver is getting higher and higher. During the competition, it is these curves that really determine the outcome.

When passing a curve, the car definitely needs to slow down, and the level of the driver means the length of time it takes to turn the corner.

The opponent, a professional racing driver like Song Zibin, had already understood the track in advance, so he could go through such detours extremely quickly.

After Su Weifeng passed the detour, he was already more or less five or sixty meters away from the opponent.

"Whoosh!" The tires and the ground made a screeching sound. The car slowed down slightly, turned the corner, and then rushed out at high speed.

"Pretty!"

Shui Lingling praised loudly. This turn was more difficult than the previous two, but Su Weifeng turned faster. This not only showed that Su Weifeng's driving skills were good, but also showed that the two had a tacit understanding of their cooperation.

In the Lamborghini in front, Mi Tiangong turned his head and glanced behind him, saying: "Yes, you are indeed a master."

Song Zibin said with some disdain: "Master Mi, if you compete with such a person, the outcome has already been decided. There is really no need to be nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just feel a little uncomfortable." Mi Tiangong swallowed. The feeling of sitting in the racing car was actually not good.

Most people will secrete a large amount of adrenaline due to strong tension, and will also feel nausea and dizziness. Generally, people who often play this, or who are naturally fond of stimulation, will be more adaptable.

Mi Tiangong is obviously not this kind of person. If he hadn't seen Su Weifeng come to participate in the competition and see him win with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have gotten in this car.

Song Zibin glanced at Mi Tiangong and couldn't help but feel a little disdainful. He was a typical rich kid, rich and capable (sexual), but without much masculinity.

"Huh?" After the car passed another big bend, Song Zibin glanced at the rearview mirror and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"What's wrong?" Mi Tiangong asked, holding the armrest on the right side of his head tightly with both hands.

Song Zibin's eyes shone with excitement and he said, "My level is actually pretty good. I'm catching up."

"What? I'm catching up, hurry up and speed up." Mi Tiangong shouted angrily.

"Okay, it's up to me." Song Zibin immediately cheered up. Normally, with his current performance, the average driver would be thrown away by him for hundreds of meters, but the opponent was just pulled behind. There were 60 to 30 meters, but now it was only about [-] meters. In other words, the opponent's performance at this distance was actually better than him.

Song Zibin naturally didn't try his best just now, that is, he played at [-]% or [-]% of his level. At this time, he immediately concentrated on it, and the speed of the car immediately soared.

Originally, the distance to the car in front was getting closer, which made Shui Lingling quite excited, but after a detour, the distance between the two cars increased again, making her a little nervous again.

Then the navigation was not so accurate again, causing Su Weifeng to be a little slower again when turning.

"Calm down and stay accurate." Su Weifeng reminded lightly.

Shui Lingling also knew that she had indeed made a mistake just now, so she took a deep breath to calm her mind, and when she piloted the ship again, she was accurate again.

Su Weifeng said: "Yes, just keep it like this. Don't worry, he can't win."

"Yeah, I believe you." Shui Lingling shook her fist hard. At this time, she had to believe in Su Weifeng, and judging from Su Weifeng's current driving skills, he was definitely a trustworthy person.

"Let me go, the level is really not low. This level is definitely comparable to that of professional racing drivers."

Song Zibin in front had already performed to his best, and now he still couldn't get away from the car behind him. The distance between the two of them was always about 50 meters. He couldn't help but praise him.

"Damn it, you still have the heart to praise them, don't let them catch up." Yoneda Gong cursed through gritted teeth.

Song Zibin frowned and said nothing.

Soon, both cars rushed to the top of the mountain, and then went downhill to return. However, the distance between the two cars remained the same. It seemed that Su Weifeng's level was equivalent to Song Zibin's. The gap in front now seemed like an insurmountable road. The gap can no longer be closed.

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