She also liked this game because she could open the throttle wide and didn't get hurt when she crashed.
"It's the same when exiting the corner, give it throttle from light to heavy."
Lin Yan could find the exit point of the corner on the Shanghai track with his eyes closed.
Lin Yan drove in front, and Su Mojin followed behind.
The two cars, one in front and one behind, with Su Mojin controlling her Ducati v4 behind Lin Yan's H2R.
As they passed a point, Lin Yan would tell Su Mojin where to shift up and where to shift down.
At first, it was fine, but when there were more points later, Su Mojin started to get confused and her head felt a bit fuzzy.
Su Mojin then realized how much had to be done before entering a corner on the track.
In fact, what Lin Yan taught her was rigid.
When actually competing with others on the track, there are many unexpected situations, and the driver's operations need to be adapted.
Just like when Lin Yan and Reissner were fighting on the track, on a straight of three hundred kilometers per hour, with two cars side by side, braking hard to抢 the inside line of the next corner, it would definitely not be possible to follow such rigid operations.
At that time, the braking points and exit points were not fixed, and it was up to the driver to decide where to brake.
Of course, this also had a certain degree of danger.
Outsiders might not see anything, but only the drivers knew how dangerous it was. A slight mistake could send both of them off the track.
Therefore, ordinary people should just follow the standard racing line, which is rigid, but only by mastering the rigid line can they learn the advanced version.
Lin Yan slowed down, letting Su Mojin follow him.
He didn't expect the little girl to have some talent for racing, or rather, talent for the game.
After all, the game was quite different from actually riding on the track.
"Brother Yan, do you think there are any female racers?"
Halfway through the game, Su Mojin suddenly asked.
As if surprised by Su Mojin's question, Lin Yan was stunned for a moment before replying.
"Yes, but there's a significant gap compared to male racers."
There were examples of female racers in international leagues, but they could only compete in the 300cc and 250cc categories, which was equivalent to
Including Su Mojin, a total of twenty-one people were matched, from all over the world.
First, there was a qualifying session. After the qualifying session, Su Mojin unfortunately ranked twentieth on the starting grid. The last place was taken by someone with a bad internet connection who crashed due to lag.
After the rankings were out, Su Mojin pouted, not satisfied with her position.
Soon, the red lights came on, and then they went out for the start.
With Lin Yan's guidance, Su Mojin executed a half-baked launch start, and was then thrown to the last position in the first corner.
Lin Yan, who was beside her, couldn't help but laugh, and was given a big glare. In the next few corners, Su Mojin was steadily left behind.
Lin Yan also realized that the skill level in this room was quite high, and it should be considered an expert room.
Seeing the cars in front getting further and further away, the little girl became increasingly angry, and soon threw the controller into Lin Yan's hands.
Lin Yan was stunned, he looked at the controller in his hand, and then at his wife.
"Go, Brother Yan, overtake him! Overtake him!"
Lin Yan took over, and soon the speed of the car increased. Within a few corners, he caught up with the drivers in front and then cleanly overtook them.
Seeing Lin Yan overtake, Su Mojin quickly kissed her husband on the cheek.
"Little girl, don't take advantage of me while I'm playing games."
During a straight, Lin Yan turned his head to look at Su Mojin, who was secretly kissing him, and warned her, which was a typical case of getting the benefit and then acting like it was a disadvantage.
"I will kiss, I will kiss."
Knowing that Lin Yan was joking with her, Su Mojin took the opportunity to take a few more liberties with Lin Yan.
Lin Yan increased the horsepower, and the race ended with him crossing the finish line in first place.
After all, he was a professional racer. While his operations might have been slightly rusty, his understanding of the track far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Seeing Lin Yan win, Su Mojin let out a roar and threw herself into Lin Yan's arms.
She knew it! Her husband was indeed the most capable.
"Damn it, techie!"
The room owner cursed and then kicked Lin Yan out of the room.
Lin Yan rubbed his nose, was being fast also a sin?
After that, Lin Yan played a few more games for Su Mojin, and in all of them, he crossed the finish line in first place.
"Can we play one last game before we go eat?"
"Okay!"
Su Mojin nodded obediently. Games were boring when played alone; it was more interesting to watch her boyfriend dominate.
The match was successful, and Lin Yan entered a new room again. He couldn't help it; Lin Yan's skill had severely disrupted the game's balance. Every time he played a game in a room, he would be kicked out.
However, this room seemed a bit different. In the qualifying session, Lin Yan could only manage to rank eighteenth.
Although Lin Yan didn't pay much attention when he first entered and just ran laps casually, this situation far exceeded his expectations. What surprised Lin Yan even more was that.
Not only did he find it strange, but the others in the room also found it strange. What they found strange was how powerful Lin Yan was.
"This Chinese IP is actually so powerful."
"Indeed, we've been matching for so long, and we've finally found someone of similar skill."
The speakers were two foreigners using Yamahas. They were speaking in Malay, probably Malaysians.
Besides English, Lin Yan's best languages were Malay and Indonesian, for no other reason than that his two masters were from Malaysia and Indonesia.
Soon, the race began, and this time Lin Yan, for once, went all out.
However, the race was still a bit beyond Lin Yan's expectations. These people had a good understanding of the track, and their racing lines were comparable to those of professional racers.
Due to the disadvantage of controller operation, Lin Yan only managed to get third place.
But even so, Lin Yan's skill level astonished everyone in the room.
"Oh wow, this Chinese guy is really good!"
"Hey, my Chinese friend, can I add you as a friend?"
The entire team's voice chat was open in the room, and a few foreigners were chattering. The ones talking to Lin Yan were the same two foreigners from before.
Lin Yan did not refuse their invitation to add him as a friend. These foreigners were very polite and skilled, so adding them as friends was not a problem. It was meaningless to always dominate weaker players.