Robot Girl Era: My robot girls are all world-class

The wheels rolled up the dust, and Su Nian quickly completed the ejection start operation. Xingchen rushed onto the track with the roar of the engine module, like a flash of silver arc. "Master, follow the left 6 after the slope, and go straight!" Xingchen's soft voice sounded in Su Nian's mind. He operated calmly, leading Xingchen to drift through a beautiful arc in the first slow bend, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom at the moment of exiting the bend, entering the first long-distance straight sprint on the training track. There is no navigator in this world, and the pilot girl is the best navigator. They are like a group of precision machines, able to remember all the details of the track and pass them to the racer's mind without any difference. Such high efficiency, coupled with the basic qualities of the pilot girl, leads to the extremely fast speed of the racing in this world. And fast cars also mean more risks.

Risk? Su Nian never takes it seriously.

"Xingchen, run as much as you can!"

"Oh, master!"

...

"The prize money for this training match will probably be absorbed by our Triumph Club internally."

"Oh, there's nothing we can do. Those wild drivers are too weak. They are simply not comparable to us professionally trained and modified mecha girls."

At the entrance of the Triumph Club, a large screen was broadcasting the situation in the training match venue in real time. A group of people were gathered around. Every time the Triumph Club organized a training match, there would be many nearby residents watching. After all, it was a national sport, and both mecha girls and non-mecha girls loved to watch it.

Among them, two racers wearing Triumph Club racing suits were pointing at the game scenes on the screen.

"Ajun's speed is getting faster and faster, and it's hard to catch up!"

"Is this kid secretly training again?"

At this time, a girl has passed the first corner, and the cornering speed is as high as 184. The crowd watching is boiling. If this cornering speed can be maintained in the Knox Rally, it can at least get a top five. This girl is driven by Huang Jun, the chief driver of the Triumph Club.

"His girl is so good. If I have a girl like that, my speed may not be slower than his."

"Don't be jealous! Others have money to modify and install various modules on their girls. We have no money and can only work honestly to make money."

Just then, one of the pictures on the screen cut to the starting point, and a silver phantom flashed by. Even the camera didn't have time to capture it. It was gone in a blink of an eye. Only the roar of the engine module could be heard.

"Fuck! What kind of car is that!"

The two racing drivers of the Triumph Club were stunned.

"What the hell is this starting speed?"

"Does Jun have this starting speed?"

"Bullshit, I've never seen a mecha start like... like a cannonball!"

He struggled to squeeze out such an adjective.

"Like a cannonball!"

Most of the people watching around focused their attention on Huang Jun, who was far ahead. Only a few people noticed the silver phantom. The two racers from the Triumph Club quickly searched for the figure of the silver mecha on the screen, but found nothing.

"Don't worry, she is the last to start. You will see her first cornering data later."

The two stared at the data of the last mecha. The cornering speeds of the mechas in front have all been refreshed. Compared with Huang Jun, a professional racer, the cornering speeds of those mechas are terrible.

"It's out!"

"Fuck, fuck!"

Seeing the cornering speed just refreshed on the data board, the two racers from the Triumph Club widened their eyes and their lips trembled.

"Mr. Duo?! 312?"

"Ah?"

They looked at each other and slapped each other in the face. It hurt. They rubbed their eyes and looked at the data board again. The bright red cornering speed [312] was deeply imprinted in their minds.

"312 kilometers per hour cornering speed, that girl didn't slow down from the beginning to the end..."

"So awesome to participate in the training match?!"

The cornering speeds on the data board were automatically ranked, 312 was ranked at the top, and Huang Jun's cornering speed of 184 was below. The crowd watching nearby was silent. It took a long time for someone to stand up and ask if the data board was broken.

At the same time, on the track.

Su Nian and Xingchen had already passed the first corner.

This was a big corner of about 110 degrees, and the difficulty was about the same as the intersection last night. The track was narrower than the road. Considering Xingchen's terrifying speed and blind turning, Su Nian had to brake in advance to slow down, but even so, Xingchen's

The cornering speed still reached more than 300.

"How does it feel?"

"Great, master, my chest is about to burn!"

"There are two more corners, concentrate."

Su Nian looked up and saw a black spot on the road in the distance approaching quickly. The corner of his mouth twitched. Isn't this the Warhammer brother from before?

He caught up so quickly?

…

The uncle driving the [Warhammer] was leisurely in front. Although his cornering speed was only more than 80, it did not affect his pride, because this was the Warhammer's best chance to finish the race. He finally saved enough money to replace the Warhammer with a module to improve the endurance. In the past, the Warhammer broke down halfway, leaving a lot of regrets.

Buzz buzz buzz——

Suddenly, a louder and louder roar came from behind.

The uncle was stunned: "Warhammer, is your nitrogen module broken again?"

"No."

The girl replied calmly: "It was the girl from before who caught up."

"Ah?!"

The departure time is 30 seconds different.

The uncle's first reaction was disbelief, and then he looked in the rearview mirror, only to see a bright silver luxury mecha that was like a twinkling star in the sun, approaching at an incredible speed.

"My dear mother!"

"Isn't this guy a newcomer on the track? His mecha is so nervous... How could it be so fast?"

When the uncle was shocked, Xingchen had already rushed behind Zhan Hammer.

At this time, the uncle finally reacted.

"Zhan Hammer, don't let her rush past!"

With a competitive consciousness, the uncle knew that he would probably be in the last few places, but who wouldn't be happy to have a slightly better ranking? He wanted to use the terrifying impact ability of Zhan Hammer to jam Xingchen, or even keep him out of the track.

However, Zhan Hammer had just made a move, and a silver phantom had already passed from the side, quickly pulling away, and Zhan Hammer could only watch the taillights of Xingchen getting farther and farther away in vain.

"Master, 200 right right angle turn to go downhill!"

The voice of Zhan Hammer woke the uncle up.

He immediately slowed down and prepared to turn.

The girl in front had no intention of slowing down. She did a beautiful drift, and the wheels even rubbed against the ground to produce sparks. The rear of the car was almost drifting out of the curve. At that moment, the engine roared, and she jumped out again, leaving the dust behind.

After turning this corner, the uncle and Warhammer could no longer see the taillights of Xingchen.

"What was that just now? The whole car body was twisted. Isn't he afraid of flipping over?"

The uncle and Warhammer slowly passed the corner, thinking about the beautiful drift in their minds. It was a completely unknown thing, but if you could touch it, you would definitely be excited.

"This kid is a professional racing driver who comes to fry fish!"

"That girl is not an ordinary girl!"

"Damn it, she even pretended to be on the track for the first time at the starting point! Damn brat!"

The uncle blushed and complained crazily.

He remembered what he had said to Su Nian before.

And let others not see the taillights?

Isn't it normal not to see the taillights when starting 30 seconds in advance? Now he not only overtook me by 30 seconds, but also made me unable to see my taillights... This is really embarrassing.

"Master, if you had that kind of skills, I would do housework every day."

The sound of the hammer came faintly.

The uncle twitched his mouth: "If I had that kind of skills, would I still take you to practice matches every day?"