God of War: My Best School Girlfriend

On the seaside boulevard, a Pagani Fengshen worth 5000 million is competing fiercely with a domestic car that sells for more than [-] on the market.

The speed of the two cars has reached 200KM/hour. Like two flashes of lightning, one silver and one black, they disappeared from the field of vision in the blink of an eye, leaving only bursts of "whirring" sounds.

Ye Xingke's hands were tightly holding the steering wheel, and his eyes were fixed on the Pagani Fengshen in front of him, constantly changing directions, trying to overtake the car in one fell swoop.

After being warmed up during the previous journey, the engine of this modified domestic car has been fully running and reached its maximum power. According to Ye Xingke's estimation, the maximum speed of this car can be outstanding again. Improve, but only if you find overtaking opportunities.

Lin Manru's driver seemed to have discovered this as well. He was stuck in front of him, preventing Ye Xingke from overtaking. He would block Ye Xingke's vehicle wherever the position of his vehicle changed.

For a moment, the situation on the field was extremely anxious, as exciting as a formal racing competition.

"Come on!!! No matter what, we must beat that guy Lin Manru tonight!!!"

Beads of sweat gradually formed on Chu Lingjun's palms. There was not much left to go, and her heart kept beating wildly and she became nervous.

At times like this, the competition is no longer about the performance of the vehicle, but which player has better psychological quality and can better control the situation on the field.

"Don't worry, I said I would make that arrogant woman Lin Manru pay the price!"

Ye Xingke said lightly, his eyes still staring ahead without any change, as if he had entered a state of selflessness.

The driver of the Pagani Fengshen in front was gasping for air, constantly glancing at the vehicle behind to check the direction. His nervousness reached a critical point, and even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, Ye Xingke suddenly turned the steering wheel and the car quickly changed lanes to the left.

The driver of the Pagani Fengshen, who was in a tense state, immediately followed the direction of the domestic car and moved the car to the left lane.

Just when he thought he had once again successfully blocked Ye Xingke's direction, he checked the rearview mirror, but there was no car behind him.

"No! This is a fake move!!!"

The Pagani driver was shocked.

He instantly understood that Ye Xingke's change of direction just now was just to deceive others. In fact, the direction was very shallow and he did not change lanes at all. He was still driving in the original lane.

On the contrary, I was too nervous. At the slightest sign of trouble, I was so frightened that I quickly changed lanes to block the car, freeing up the space in front of me and giving the other side a chance to overtake.

"It's now!!!"

Seeing that the space in front had been vacated and there was no more obstruction, Ye Xingke directly shifted the gear to the maximum and stepped on the accelerator.

Now, in Ye Xingke's eyes, there was nothing but victory. For the sake of victory, it didn't matter to him even if the performance of this car was maxed out.

After squeezing the performance of the car so violently, Ye Xingke's domestically produced small car finally reached the same level as Lin Manru's Pagani Fengshen.

"Oops! They are going to overtake me!!!"

The Pagani driver's face turned pale. As the driver with the best driving skills in the sports car club, he instinctively realized that he had no chance of victory.

"Why are you still standing there!!! Hurry up and speed up!!! This is worth 5000 million Pagani, the best sports car in the country!!! If you can't beat the opponent with this car, I will never forgive you!! !”

Lin Manru, who was in the passenger seat, screamed hysterically. If she lost, she would have to apologize to Chu Lingjun, whom she hated the most, in person. This would be worse than killing her.

Under Lin Manru's threat, the driver of the Pagani Fengshen gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the end, hoping to decide the winner on the last straight stretch of track.

However, Ye Xingke is no longer the person who talked about martial ethics before. How can he decide the outcome by being fair and aboveboard? ? ? nonexistent.

When the two cars were on the same level, Ye Xingke turned the steering wheel without hesitation, drove the vehicle, and slammed into the Pagani next to him.