Long Aotian wears the wrong book

After Yuhan's words fell to the ground, the entire venue was silent for a full ten seconds.

Maybe it was because of Yu Han's attitude that was too calm, or maybe it was because of the self-confidence on Yu Han's face that was too glaring, so Fu Canyan asked him to go straight to the curve to prove that he was not talking too much.

"Don't you think you can go straight to the corner? Then prove yourself."

Fu Canyan just couldn't understand how Yu Han used Xie Sixing's identity to pretend to be a tiger, and made Fang Jiming and others flatter him as soon as he came up, while he himself still looked calm and calm.

What kind of skill is it to be able to run on a straight track for the first time in a racing car, dare to say that you can go directly to a curve, this is the first time that Fu Canyan has seen someone who is so useless to him in all his years of racing.

He doesn't allow anyone to desecrate the car he loves, especially a novice like Wen Han who doesn't understand anything.

So Fu Canyan said: "I don't ask you too much. If you go to the A-level curve and run three laps in 7 minutes, I will admit that you have some talent."

Fang Jiming cursed directly: "Fu Canyan, are you sick? The first time Mr. Yu came here, you let him run three laps in 7 minutes. I think you have no points!"

"Yeah, so is it so difficult to admit that I can't run? I'm just telling the truth."

Fu Canyan put forward this difficult request on purpose, just to let Yuhan back down.

The A-level track he just mentioned has two S-shaped curves, three curves less than 90 degrees, and several small but still slightly tricky circle-shaped curves. Only then can I guarantee that I can run three laps within 7 minutes.

Even Fu Canyan, who is familiar with the track, only recently broke his previous record of running three laps in 7 minutes.

But Yu Han just smiled slightly: "That's what you said."

"Yes, I said so." Fu Canyan saw that Yuhan really looked like he was about to go, and the contempt on his face became more obvious.

The dead duck has a stubborn mouth, and it will definitely show its true colors when it gets on the real track.

Fang Jiming whispered beside him: "Mr. Yu, that A-level devil track is really difficult...I don't doubt you, but are you sure you want to go?"

"Go." Yu Han smiled, "You may not know what my major is."

Fang Jiming asked in confusion: "...what is it?"

"Slap in the face." Yu Han sighed, and said with a bit of resentment: "The face stretched out in front of you, if you don't slap it, your performance will be deducted."

Fang Jiming: "..."

Is there any talk of deduction?

"If I can do it, how can you apologize to me?" Yu Han turned to ask Fu Canyan, he never traded at a loss.

Fu Canyan snorted: "You can mention it as you like. If you can really do it, it's fine to call you Brother Han three times."

He didn't believe that Yuhan could do it, so he dared to say such a thing.

Yuhan smiled: "Okay."

He will not be polite.

Because they had to run the A-level track to keep out the cold, they moved to the venue that Fang Jiming called the devil track.

The lights in the arena are dazzling, illuminating the winding track below, and you can't even get a panoramic view of it at a glance.

Wen Han stood on the edge of the track, squinting his eyes and swept every corner of the track.

Seeing him staring at the track without speaking, Fu Canyan sneered and said, "How, do you feel scared?"

"No, it aroused my desire to conquer." Yu Han turned around, the light above his head cast a layer of soft light on his face, but it couldn't soften the compelling arrogance in his eyes.

Fu Canyan was taken aback by him.

Wen Han bent his elbows and leaned against the edge of the fence, raised his chin slightly and said, "Do you mind if I run around to practice first?"

This requirement is not too much. Even a professional racing driver cannot completely control an unfamiliar track. Familiarity with the distribution of the entire track in advance is also one of the required courses.

What's more, Yuhan has never run a corner before, so it is normal to want to try a lap first.

Therefore, Fu Canyan has no objection, but just wants to see how Yu Han can meet his requirements.

The staff of the club transferred the car to the track, put on the helmet against the cold and sat on it, and began to familiarize themselves with the track in all aspects according to their original plan.

He had already looked at the overall distribution of the track just now, and now he has an idea in his mind.

His speed is not fast, and when going through the first S-curve, the overall speed is reduced to one-third of the original speed, and anyone who is familiar with racing cars can see that there is no need to resist the cold when cornering. Skills, relying purely on corners at a speed that cannot be slowed down.

The first S-shaped curve was passed without any surprises at the slow speed of Wenhan. Although it was stable, everyone knew that at this speed, it was impossible to complete the challenge of running three laps within 7 minutes.

Fu Canyan was even able to guess the final result, so he proudly said to Ji Ming and the others: "Look, it's not that I make things difficult for him, it's just that people should have a clear understanding of themselves, not within the scope of their abilities. , don’t touch it lightly.”

If Yu Han didn't pretend to be coercive, he wouldn't bother to target him, but racing was his bottom line, since Yu Han wanted to be brave, then he would teach him a lesson as someone who had experienced it.

Fang Jiming frowned and said, "Can you stop talking, you're already proud of it before you even start."

He really wanted to gag Fu Canyan's mouth.

Why didn't I find this person so annoying before?

Qiao Lan also echoed: "That's right, it's not too late to talk about it after he really loses."

Fu Canyan was pissed off by these two people together, and touched his nose embarrassingly.

All right, when Yu Han really loses, it's not too late for him to mock Yu Han again.

Fang Jiming and the others didn't pay attention to the situation on the track when they were arguing about the winter, and they didn't see that after the first corner, Yuhan no longer hesitated in every subsequent corner.

It seems that the slowness at the first corner was just for finding skills, but now that he has fully mastered it, the speed of cornering is getting faster and more stable every time.

It took 10 minutes to keep out the cold after running a full circle.

Returning to the starting point, his steady voice came from under the helmet: "Start timing."

Fu Canyan snorted coldly.

It took 10 minutes to complete a lap, and he had already decided in his heart that Yu Han would definitely lose.

But even in this way, Fu Canyan still has no intention of giving up. This character of not bumping into the south wall and not looking back surprised Fu Canyan a little bit, but it was only a little bit.

"Then let's get started."

Fang Jiming made a cheering gesture to Yuhan, and Qiao Lan leaned over to the side of the Yuhan car and said, "It's okay, Mr. Yu, even if you lose, it doesn't matter."

Qiao Lan believes that there are talented players in this world, and the appearance that he can easily control the racing car as soon as he gets on the car makes Qiao Lan think that he must be a talented player.

However, no matter how talented he is, it is indeed very difficult to run three laps within 7 minutes. Qiao Lan also felt that the possibility of failure to keep out the cold was very high, but this did not affect his feeling that he was very good at keeping out the cold.

"clear."

The helmet concealed Wen Han's expression, and outsiders did not see the flash of a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, he can't lose." Fang Jiming patted Qiao Lan on the shoulder.

Probably because he has seen Yuhan's bottoming out attack a long time ago, Fang Jiming is very confident in Yuhan.

He felt that Wenhan would not do such unsure things, so he was willing to believe in Wenhan.

After all, Wenhan has the ability to make others shut up.

When they decided to compete, Manager Yan led Xie Sixing to their main control room, where they could have a clear view of the entire track, including keeping out the cold on the car.

Yu Han was wearing a helmet, and the car camera couldn't capture his expression. Xie Sixing stared at the screen, but felt as if he could see the radiant expression on his face through the cold lens of the helmet.

Xie Sixing simply stood behind the monitor, admiring how Yuhan proved himself beautifully.

As the timing officially started, the corners of Wenhan's mouth twitched, and after the loud sound of the engine, the black and red racing car rushed out of the starting line at an extremely fast speed, and shot out like a shooting star that could not be caught. The next gorgeous car shadow.

The flying flames on the car body seemed to be burning with it, but the people in the car were still extremely calm.

Soon Wenhan came to the first S-curve, and saw that he slowed down a little, crossed the curve at a very tricky angle, sprinted with inertia, and crossed the next corner at an extreme angle that almost rushed out of the track. a bend.

The whole process was fleeting, like dancing on the edge of a blade. This extremely dangerous, but thrilling speed made everyone outside the track dumbfounded.

Qiao Lan was stunned, and couldn't help but rubbed her eyes to make sure she was right.

Wenhan really only tried running once, and he was able to turn with such a perfect posture? !

This is not a talent, it is simply born for racing.

Fu Canyan couldn't believe it, was this really the one who had been careful to keep out the cold at the beginning?

But before he could react, Yu Han crossed the next curve perfectly, still at the speed of racing against the god of death, as if he had slapped him hard on the face, Fu Canyan felt Burning pain.

In the main control room, even Manager Yan was shocked by Wenhan's operation: "Mr. Xie, if I hadn't seen Mrs. Xie in the club, I would really think he is a veteran."

I only tried one lap, but it seems that I have practiced countless times on this track. I am extremely skilled in calculating every corner, and can pass at the fastest speed while ensuring safety.

Racing is a precise and quantitative competition. Sometimes it is impossible to achieve good results in the competition only by superb technology. At the same time, it is necessary to calculate the limit that can be achieved, understand the track and accurately analyze each corner.

After seeing the ability to keep out the cold, Manager Yan's eyes lit up.

There are many racing masters in their club, but there are not many talented and skilled ones like Wen Han. If Wen Han is willing to represent their club in the competition, they will definitely win a lot of honors for them.

Xie Sixing's eyes were always fixed on Yu Han's body, and there was joy and appreciation that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

No matter what time it is, he always attracts so much attention that people can't easily take their eyes off him, and want to have every minute and every second of him.

For a moment, Xie Sixing seemed to be on the same frequency as him, feeling the wind galloping past him, and hearing the beating heartbeat beating against his eardrums.

This feeling was something he had never felt before.

At the end of the three laps, the racing car stopped firmly on the starting line again. The young man who came down from above took off his helmet with one hand, showing his unruly eyebrows, and casually clamped the helmet in the crook of his arm.

For a moment, no one spoke. They watched Yu Han get out of the car with one long leg, and casually threw the helmet to the staff beside him.

The staff also seemed to wake up from a dream, catching the helmet in a hurry, and looked at the time, three minutes and 11 seconds.

In less than half of the time, Wenhan ran three full laps, even breaking the 37 minutes and [-] seconds that Fu Canyan had just achieved not long ago.

"Brother Han." Fang Jiming was the first to come back to his senses, "You...is it really the first time you play racing?"

He didn't question Yuhan, it was because Yuhan's performance was so amazing that he felt ashamed.

He knows that talent can explain everything, but this is too heaven-defying.

Qiao Lan was also full of recollection, apparently still not recovering from the wonderful race just now: "I also want to ask, Brother Han, are you hiding from us, in fact, you are a top racing driver?"

Their worship of keeping out the cold can be seen from the changes in their names.

Yu Han bent his lips and smiled, but did not answer, but looked lazily in the direction where Fu Canyan was.

Standing at the end of the crowd, Fu Canyan was completely speechless, and his expression was no longer as complacent as it was at the beginning.

He saw with his own eyes that Wen Han passed one corner after another, and the time it took was much shorter than himself, and with that kind of cornering skills and desperate madness, he thought that he was not as good as Wen Han.

The other party didn't talk big, but really had this strength.

It was only at this moment that Fu Canyan realized his own narrowness. The moment Yu Han looked over, he blushed, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground.

Yu Han stepped up and walked in front of him.

Fu Canyan didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes, feeling so dazzling that he could stab himself.

"Let's start." Yu Han's voice was as cold as ever, "Three times, Brother Han, you said it."

"..."

After the silence, Fu Canyan called out three times without hesitation.

He is willing to bet and admit defeat, he is not the kind of person who wants to lose face, not to mention that the protection against the cold is really good, he has nothing to object to.

Fang Jiming looked at this scene and touched his chin, feeling damn familiar.

He thought about it, and it turned out that the last person who was slapped in the face was his former self.

Fortunately, he changed his mind early, seeing Fu Canyan blushing from his neck to his neck, Fang Jiming actually felt a sense of sympathy.

He didn't think Fu Canyan's face was disgusting anymore, and said in a tone of someone who had experienced it: "Don't be discouraged, I can only tell you that this is just Brother Han's basic training."

From drinking capacity to gambling skills, as well as his amazing driving skills, how many surprises does Brother Han have that these brothers don't know?

Fang Jiming couldn't help looking at Yu Han with admiration, thinking that Brother Han is really a mysterious man.

After hearing Fu Canyan's call, Yuhan was also satisfied, and planned to leave after passing him.

"wait wait wait!"

After Yu Han walked a few steps, Fu Canyan called him to stop behind him, his expression still awkward: "I admit that you are really strong, I'm sorry for what you said just now."

Said that Yu Han only relied on Xie Sixing's words, Fu Canyan admitted that he was short-sighted, and Yu Han also slapped him in the face with his actual actions, so what he said was sincere.

"Oh, as long as you know you're wrong." Yu Han didn't show politeness to him, and nodded lightly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

If not, he will go home for dinner, hungry.

"Yes." Fu Canyan took out his phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked, "Can you...add a WeChat account."

Fang Jiming & Qiao Lan: "..."

Yu Han was also taken aback, but did not refuse, and stretched out his hand lazily.

Fu Canyan quickly handed him the phone, and the two successfully added WeChat.

Qiao Lan also came closer: "I want me too, Brother Han, please add me."

With this beginning, people who have just been convinced by the cold also stepped forward at this moment, wanting to add the WeChat of the cold.

Those who can come to this club are people who like racing. No one will worship the masters. Wen Han has fully proved himself just now.

Xie Sixing left the main control room, and just walked to the entrance of the venue, what he saw was Wenhan surrounded by everyone.

Even so, he still saw Yu Han at a glance.

With a smile on his face, surrounded by stars, he spoke in a loose manner.

Looking at this scene, Xie Sixing felt a little inexplicably sour in his heart for some reason.

Seeing Xie Sixing, Manager Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Mr. Xie, why don't you go over?"

After recovering, Xie Sixing hooked his lips and said, "Go."

Yu Han was being pestered by Qiao Lan, and wanted to ask Yu Han to teach him the cornering technique just now.

This little boy with a baby face hangs almost half of his body on the arm that protects against the cold, and his face is full of prayers, so that Fang Jiming didn't even notice.

"Qiao Lan, you were Brother Han's teacher just now, can you have some backbone?"

Qiao Lan laughed and said, "What is backbone? I just know that it's best to strike first. When the time comes, Brother Han will be the first to teach me. You all line up behind me."

Fang Jiming: "..."

Fang Jiming was about to say something when he suddenly heard a burst of singing from far to near.

It's good, but it's a bit of a report.

He turned his head stiffly, and found Xie Sixing who was approaching them. At that moment, he felt only creepy.

And Xie Sixing seemed to have just realized it, and took out his phone with a slightly surprised expression on his face: "Well, why did I accidentally release the birthday wishes someone sent me."

Warming the cold: "..."

Is it sick?