Chapter 159 Racing

A Porsche and a Lamborghini were all parked at the starting point, and the roar of the engines of the two cars was endless, just like two beasts that had to choose people at any time.

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

Song Zibin rolled his eyes and said, "Mi Shao, can I lose even if I compete with such an unknown person?"

Mi Tiangong breathed a breath of turbid air and said, "You are right. I am so angry. If you want to use all your strength, he can't even find the North if I want to win."

"Okay." Song Zibin shook his head, feeling that such a game was meaningless. If it weren't for Mi Tiangong's identity and he had given him a lot of rewards, he would have been too lazy to come here to compete.

I didn't take Su Weifeng seriously at all in my heart. I just competed casually and won.

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

The two cars immediately rushed out.

Even if you have a high level of racing, you won’t be able to get a few meters first, but you will get a few seconds first, that’s too much.

Song Zibin won’t do this, and Su Weifeng won’t do this. During the game, many times, it’s just a gap of less than a second.

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There is a straight road ahead, and the two cars basically drive side by side, regardless of order.

However, this doesn't show how good a person is. Any enthusiast here can do this. After all, the performance of everyone's cars is not much different. The straight road competition is the performance of the car, and the reaction speed when starting.

The two cars immediately entered the first detour.

The curve of this detour was not big. Song Zibin just took the brake lightly, and the car rushed over at high speed and immediately grabbed the front of Su Weifeng's car.

"100 meters, right turn five gears." Shui Lingling stared at the front and said loudly.

Su Weifeng's car also rushed over the corner immediately.

But he immediately said: "Take a 20-meter ahead of time."

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

"100 meters, right turn four!" Another detour, Shui Lingling shouted out half a second in advance.

This time when Su Weifeng's car passed the detour, it was a little smoother than before.

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

The curvature is getting bigger and bigger, and the driver's level is also getting higher and higher. During the competition, these are the corners that really determine the winner.

When passing by a detour, the car must slow down, and the level of the driver means the length of time it takes to turn.

The other party’s professional racer like Song Zibin has already learned about the track in advance, and it is very fast to pass such detours.

After Su Weifeng passed the detour, he was already 50 or 60 meters away by the other party.

"Swoosh!" The tires and the ground made a harsh sound. The car slowed down a little, turned around and rushed out at high speed.

"pretty!"

Shui Lingling praised loudly, this bend is more difficult than the first two, but Su Weifeng turned faster. This not only shows that Su Weifeng's driving skills are good, but also shows that the two of them have a lot of understanding in their cooperation.

In front of Lamborghini, Mi Tiangong turned his head and looked at the back, saying, "Yes, you are indeed a master."

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

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

Most people secrete a lot of adrenaline due to strong tension, and they will also feel nauseous and dizzy. People who play this frequently or are born to like stimulation will be more adaptable.

Mi Tiangong is obviously not such a person. If he hadn't seen Su Weifeng come to participate in the competition, he would have seen with his own eyes win, he wouldn't have gotten into this car.

Song Zibin looked at Mi Tiangong and couldn't help feeling a little disdainful. This is a typical rich child, rich and willful, but not very masculine.

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

"What's wrong?" Mi Tiangong asked with both hands tightly grasping the armrest above his head.

Song Zibin's eyes showed an excitement and said, "It's actually pretty good, I'm catching up with you."

"What? You're catching up, hurry up and speed up." Mi Tiangong shouted in annoyance.

"Okay, look at me." Song Zibin immediately raised his spirits. Normally, with his current performance, ordinary drivers are probably thrown away by him for hundreds of meters, but the opponent was pulled down at first fifty or sixty meters, but now he chased him to only about thirty meters. In other words, the opponent's performance at this distance is even better than him.

Song Zibin naturally did not do his best just now, and only exerted 50% or 60% of the level. At this time, he immediately focused and the speed of the car immediately soared.

Originally, the distance between 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, which made her feel a little nervous again.

Then when he led the navigation again, it was not so accurate, which caused Su Weifeng to slow down a little again when he turned the corner.

"Calm down and keep accuracy." Su Weifeng reminded him lightly.

Shui Lingling also knew that she had made a mistake just now, so she took a deep breath to calm her mood, and when she led the navigation again, it was accurate.

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

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

"I'm going, my level is really not low. This level is definitely comparable to that of professional racers."

Song Zibin in front had already performed his 100% level, but now he still couldn't get away from the car behind. The distance between the two has been around fifty meters, and he couldn't help but praise him.

"Fuck, you still have the mood to praise them, don't let them catch up." Mitian Gong cursed gritted his teeth.

Song Zibin frowned and said nothing.

Soon, both cars rushed to the top of the mountain and then went back downhill, but the distance between the two cars remained like this. It seemed that Su Weifeng's level was comparable to Song Zibin's level. The gap ahead was like an insurmountable gap and could no longer be brought closer.
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