Legs extended to bend and easily overtake. The riders behind were quite simple for Yan Xiaoqiang, as those ranked behind were almost all the tail-enders of the teams.
After these two overtakes, Lin Yan became somewhat interested in Yan Xiaoqiang's overtaking technique. It was as if he had learned it from him.
"Did you teach him this?"
Lin Yan turned to look at Lun Si.
"Boss. He learned it from your race videos. I just gave him some pointers," Lun Si said respectfully. With that contract, he dared not be disrespectful to Lin Yan in the slightest.
Lin Yan nodded. This kid's comprehension was quite good. To learn to this extent just by watching videos.
Lin Yan had to consider whether to personally teach this young fellow.
If this kid's riding style was similar to his, it would be more effective for him to teach.
Following this, Yan Xiaoqiang continuously improved his ranking, quickly reaching tenth place. The race had already passed four laps. His overtaking speed was decent, but it would slow down later.
Jiang Qiyan was leading, and he had already opened up a gap with the second-place rider behind him.
As long as he didn't crash, first place was practically secured. Yan Xiaoqiang was indeed stronger than Jiang Qiyan, but at this moment, he couldn't overtake the first place from last.
"Hey, why is there a girl here!"
Seeing Jiang Qiyan at the front, Zhang Yingrong exclaimed. A girl running in first place, amazing!
"Mom, I'm telling you, she's very good. This isn't the first time she's run in first place. Ever since she arrived, she's been first," Su Mojin said, leaning next to Zhang Yingrong. As a woman herself, she also greatly admired Jiang Qiyan's skill.
"Oh, what, you want to learn too!"
Zhang Yingrong glanced at Su Mojin's expression. Having raised her daughter for so many years, she knew her daughter very well.
Her daughter wouldn't say these things for no reason. There was likely something going on.
"Hehe, Mom! I want to learn, but Brother Yan doesn't teach me."
As expected, she knew her daughter wouldn't say these things for no reason.
"It's right that he doesn't teach you. Look at her physique, and then look at your small physique."
Zhang Yingrong sized up her daughter. She was not tall, thin, and wanted to learn to race like that! She probably couldn't even pick up the bike if it fell.
"Mom, Brother Yan said that anyone who is 1.5 meters tall can ride. I'm at least 1.6 meters tall!"
What's wrong with being 1.6 meters? Is being short a crime? Is being thin a crime! Hmph!
"Your Brother Yan, you only talk about your Brother Yan. Do you know who your mother is!"
Zhang Yingrong reached out and lightly tapped Su Mojin's forehead. This girl, she really forgot her mother after getting a boyfriend!
"Honey, she's bullying me!"
Her head hurt, and Su Mojin leaned towards Lin Yan as if seeking help. Su Mojin happened to be sitting between Lin Yan and Zhang Yingrong. Seeing this, Zhang Yingrong gave her daughter a big eye-roll.
Lin Yan ignored Su Mojin's plea. It wasn't his place to interfere when the mother and daughter were bickering. He didn't pay attention to Su Mojin and continued watching the race.
Seeing that Lin Yan had ignored Su Mojin, Zhang Yingrong immediately showed a triumphant smile.
Su Mojin pouted, leaned forward, and whispered.
"I'll punish you by making you sleep on the floor tonight."
Lin Yan touched his nose, inexplicably caught in the crossfire!
Su Hongyun and the other two watched the race intently, not noticing the subtle interaction here.
Su Mojin's soft body leaned against half of Lin Yan's side, her hands linked around his arm.
Their intimate appearance made Zhang Yingrong glance over frequently. This girl was being spoiled by Xiao Yan.
The race on the track continued, now on the eighth lap. Yan Xiaoqiang had moved up to eighth place. From gaining seven positions in four laps at the start, it could be seen that Yan Xiaoqiang's overtaking speed had slowed down considerably.
The race was set for fifteen laps, and it was still somewhat difficult for Yan Xiaoqiang to break into the top five.
The Asian Junior Cup was about to start, and this was a great temptation for all the riders. Only by competing with talented riders from all over Asia could one truly gauge their own strength. Yan Xiaoqiang desperately wanted to seize this opportunity to make a name for himself.
The motorcycle accelerated, and a slight tremor was felt through the handlebars. Yan Xiaoqiang's breathing became slightly labored under his helmet.
Frequent overtakes and heavy braking had caused him to expend a great deal of energy. Fortunately, due to his years of manual labor, he should be able to last the entire race.
With a few fluid corner entries, Yan Xiaoqiang's racing bike gradually closed in on the rider ahead.
The rider in front seemed to have also noticed the movement behind him and began to adopt a defensive line. Under Zhou Xianyong's tutelage, this defensive line was executed passably well, with the bike hugging the apex of the corner and leaving no openings for Yan Xiaoqiang behind. Yan Xiaoqiang's several attempts ended in failure.
Finally, after another two laps, Yan Xiaoqiang seized an opportunity from the opponent's mistake and overtook him on the inside, moving up to seventh place.
However, Yan Xiaoqiang now faced a new problem: the hand he used to grip the brake had lost its strength. The most serious issue was with his arms, which had become slightly numb.
Unfortunately, in the subsequent corners, Yan Xiaoqiang had to switch from using two fingers to grip the brake to three.
Ten laps into the race, controlling a racing motorcycle with a curb weight of over a hundred kilograms was still too demanding for a fifteen-year-old boy.
As the motorcycle exited the corner, Yan Xiaoqiang prepared to face the sixth-place rider ahead.
The sixth-place rider hadn't yet realized that the person behind him had changed and was still pursuing extreme cornering speed. His line was not as tight. After quickly closing in, Yan Xiaoqiang overtook him with a heavy brake. The race had now reached the twelfth lap. Just as Lun Si thought Yan Xiaoqiang had finished overtaking and was preparing to tighten his line, Yan Xiaoqiang, having just completed the overtake, failed to brake sufficiently in the next corner and went wide.
Yan Xiaoqiang took an outside line, leaving the apex of the corner wide open. The rider he had just overtaken easily passed him without any effort, reclaiming the position, and immediately began to change his line to defend against Yan Xiaoqiang behind him.
"Fuck!"
Lun Si cursed. In his eyes, Yan Xiaoqiang's significant mistake was inexcusable.
Lin Yan also slightly focused. This mistake was indeed inexcusable. He guessed it was likely due to Yan Xiaoqiang's arms losing strength.
Through the screen, he had just seen that at the braking point, Yan Xiaoqiang's bike's suspension had already compressed to slow down, but it rebounded shortly after. It was highly probable that Yan Xiaoqiang had applied the brakes but couldn't hold them.
This stamina was also a problem!
The other riders in the academy were almost all around seventeen or eighteen years old, and they had no problem racing 600cc motorcycles. Yan Xiaoqiang was struggling even with a 400cc.
Race tracks were very physically demanding. Due to the track's characteristics, his energy consumption was even higher than in street races, which was caused by the tight succession of corners.
The continuity of corners on a race track was higher than on streets. Almost immediately after one corner, the next one followed, with hairpin turns and sharp corners requiring heavy braking. These were absent in street races that used streets as their circuits.
After all, no one would design a street to require frequent downshifts and braking.
The high frequency of braking and acceleration led to a common trait among track riders, with MotoGP riders being the most typical example.