On a blind date, a president's sister

Chapter 159 Racing
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 that were about to choose someone to eat at any time.

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

Song Zibin rolled his eyes, and said, "Mr. Mi, is it possible for me to lose if I compete against such an unknown person?"

Mi Tiangong let out a suffocating breath and said: "You are right, I am dizzy with anger, then you have to use all your strength, and he can't even find Bei if I want to win."

"Okay." Song Zibin shook his head, feeling that this kind of competition is really meaningless. If it wasn't for Mi Tiangong's status and the reward he was given, he really wouldn't be bothered to come here to compete.

In my heart, I didn't take Su Weifeng seriously at all. After a while, I just compared them casually, and I just won.

The girl in front counted to three, and then swung her hand down violently.

The two cars rushed out with a whoosh.

For things like racing, even if you have a high level, you don’t have to give up how many meters or a few seconds first, that’s too much pretentiousness.

Song Zibin will not do this, and Su Weifeng will not do this. During the competition, most of the time, the gap 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 how good a person is at all. Any enthusiast here can almost do this. After all, the performance of everyone’s cars is not much different. time response speed.

The two cars immediately entered the first bend.

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

"100 meters, turn right in fifth gear." Shui Lingling stared at the front and said loudly.

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

But he immediately said: "Lead 20 meters ahead of schedule."

"Received!" Shui Lingling nodded quickly, and she also felt that she was a little late when she spoke just now, which caused Su Weifeng to be a little unstable when turning.

"100 meters, turn right in fourth gear!" Another detour, Shui Lingling yelled half a second earlier.

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

"100 meters, turn left in third gear." Shui Lingling yelled again, still a little nervous.

The curvature is getting bigger and bigger, and the driver's level is also getting higher and higher. During the race, it is these corners 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.

Song Zibin, a professional racing driver on the other side, had already known the track beforehand, so he would go through such a detour very quickly.

After Su Weifeng passed the detour, he was already more or less 60 meters away from the opponent.

"Whoosh!" There was a screeching sound from the tires and the ground, the car slowed down a bit, turned directly around the detour, and then rushed out at high speed.

"Pretty!"

Shui Lingling praised loudly, this corner is more difficult than the previous two, but Su Weifeng turns faster, this not only shows that Su Weifeng's driving skills are good, but also shows that the two people's cooperation is also a lot of tacit understanding.

In front of the Lamborghini, Mi Tiangong turned his head and glanced at the back, and said, "That's right, you are indeed a master."

Song Zibin said with some disdain: "Mi Shao, in a match with such a person, the victory or defeat has already been determined, 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 really not good.

Most people will secrete a large amount of adrenaline due to intense tension, and it will also be accompanied by nausea and dizziness. Generally, people who often play this game, or people who like stimulation by nature, 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, he would have seen with his own eyes that he won, and he really wouldn't have gotten in this car.

Song Zibin glanced at Mi Tiangong, feeling a little disdainful in his heart, this is a typical kid from a rich family, rich and self-willed, but not manly.

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

"What's wrong?" Mi Tiangong asked as he tightly grasped the armrest on the right side of his head.

Song Zibin's eyes shone with excitement, and he said, "The level is not bad, and I'm catching up."

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

"Okay, look at me." Song Zibin immediately lifted his spirits. Normally speaking, with his current performance, the average driver would probably be thrown away by hundreds of meters by him, but the opponent was just pulled down. There are five to sixty meters, and now they are only about 60 meters away. In other words, the opponent's performance at this distance is even better than him.

Song Zibin naturally didn't try his best just now, that is to say, he had exerted [-]% to [-]% of his level. At this moment, he immediately concentrated on it, and the speed of the car also soared immediately.

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, which made her a little nervous again.

Then when piloting again, it was not so accurate, causing Su Weifeng to slow down again when turning a corner.

"Calm down, keep accurate." Su Weifeng reminded lightly.

Shui Lingling also knew that she did make a mistake just now, so she took a deep breath to calm her mind, and when she led the navigation again, she was accurate.

Su Weifeng said: "That's right, just keep it like this, don't worry, he can't win."

"Yeah, I trust you." Shui Lingling shook her fist vigorously. At this time, she must trust Su Weifeng, and judging from Su Weifeng's current driving skills, this is definitely a trustworthy person.

"I'll go, the level is really not low, this level is definitely comparable to professional racing drivers."

Song Zibin in front has already played 50% of his level, but now he still can't get rid of the car behind him. The distance between the two has been kept at about [-] meters, and he couldn't help but praise him.

"Damn, you still have the mood to praise them, don't let them catch up." Mi Tiangong cursed through gritted teeth.

Song Zibin frowned, but didn't say much.

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

(End of this chapter)