One of the reasons why small-displacement engines are faster in corners than large-displacement ones is that large-displacement engines have immense horsepower, making it impossible to accelerate too early.
After restarting, Su Mojin, having learned from her previous mistake, navigated the second corner very cautiously.
"Keep your center of gravity stable, don't get flustered, just follow your previous methods for everything else."
Lin Yan slowed his car, allowing Su Mojin to follow behind him and learn the racing line for large-displacement bikes. There was a significant difference in racing lines between large and small-displacement bikes.
"Honey, can I shift to second gear now?"
After adapting for a while, Su Mojin asked timidly.
"You can, but be careful when decelerating, you must be slow."
The factory bike's second gear could reach over two hundred kilometers per hour. If Su Mojin braked too hard, she would find it difficult to handle.
"Okay, got it."
Su Mojin's small face lifted, and she nodded, carefully shifting gears. The factory bike's gear shifts required no clutch operation, only a foot movement. In theory, it was even more convenient than an electronic quickshifter because the rider felt no vibration during gear changes. The seamless gearbox minimized vibrations during shifts, making them incredibly smooth.
The intense engine roar stimulated the two's hormones. With Lin Yan holding back, Su Mojin quickly caught up and intended to overtake him.
In Lin Yan's eyes, her overtaking maneuver, which was almost childishly executed, allowed her to pass him effortlessly, without any pressure. If Reisner saw this, he would probably jump out of his hospital bed.
You old fox, you didn't defend against me like that back then.
"Tighten your line to prevent being overtaken."
After successfully overtaking, Lin Yan offered a reminder.
"Oh, okay!"
Su Mojin carefully tightened her line. According to Lin Yan's previous teaching, if the opponent didn't attempt an overtake when entering a corner that was ideal for overtaking, then evasive action should be taken on the exit to prevent an overtake there. The racetrack demanded not only experience but also psychological fortitude.
With a simple position swap, it was now Lin Yan's turn to be behind Su Mojin. Without giving Su Mojin any time to react, Lin Yan's bike surged up the inside line in the next corner.
The racing bike roared past Su Mojin. Even though it was a simulator, it startled Su Mojin.
"Hey, can't you let me lead for a bit? Why are you taking back the position so quickly? I wanted to be happy for a while!"
With Su Mojin's current skill level, she didn't need Lin Yan to use any tricks. She could easily overtake him by simply taking corners at a normal speed. Her current bike couldn't even brake into the corner properly, so her cornering speed was lacking, making defense impossible. Lin Yan could easily overtake her from the outside based on cornering speed alone.
Seeing Lin Yan act so quickly, Su Mojin protested, reaching out a small fist towards Lin Yan's direction, with a hint of threat.
Hearing this, Lin Yan rubbed his nose. It couldn't be helped; it was purely a professional habit.
Lin Yan had always had this professional habit. If he was overtaken, he would almost always reclaim the position as quickly as possible. This was different from the personalities of his two mentors and was considered a part of Lin Yan's riding style. This habit actually stemmed from his time at Aprilia in his previous life when the factory Aprilia bikes were underperforming.
Lin Yan had a somewhat bitter history during his time at the Aprilia factory team. When Lin Yan first joined the factory team, the Aprilia factory bike, the RSGP, was almost the worst performing among the six major manufacturers. This led to Lin Yan, who was then a rookie, having to immediately reclaim his position if he was overtaken, otherwise his bike couldn't keep up, and he would soon be left behind. Over time, Lin Yan developed this habit.
"Pay attention to my line. As soon as I show a gap, immediately move to the inside to overtake."
After overtaking, Lin Yan again slowed his speed, allowing Su Mojin to follow slowly behind.
To accommodate her, Lin Yan deliberately slowed down, as he had done before, and did not brake into the corner.
At turn five, Lin Yan intentionally left a slight gap, but Su Mojin couldn't capitalize on it, misjudging the distance and missing the opportunity. Entering turn six, Lin Yan again left an inside gap, and Su Mojin finally managed to overtake successfully.
Although Su Mojin's skill level wasn't very high, she excelled in her precise movements and solid fundamentals.
"Honey, tell me if I'm amazing, tell me, quickly, am I amazing?"
After successfully overtaking, Su Mojin, riding the simulator, stretched a small leg towards Lin Yan, saying it with a hint of coyness, her small face filled with happiness.
"Amazing, my wife is the most amazing, alright?"
Lin Yan's lips curved into a smile. He said it sincerely, not perfunctorily.
"Hmph! You know what's good for you!"
Su Mojin wrinkled her small nose and accelerated the bike. Feeling that she had familiarized herself with the bike, she slowly shifted to third gear. Her straight-line speed soared to two hundred and thirty kilometers per hour. This speed was already far beyond the limit her body could withstand. The little girl was also smart; while she accelerated quickly, her braking was very, very slow.
She gradually decelerated, downshifted, and entered the corner smoothly.
A speed that normally required a hundred meters to brake for, Su Mojin used four hundred meters. By extending the braking distance, the braking force on her arms was significantly reduced.
"Don't use third gear anymore, switch back to second."
After practicing with second gear for less than half an hour, Su Mojin's stamina was already pushed to its limit. She slowly flipped off the simulator and collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.
"So tired, losing weight is easier than this."
Lying spread-eagled on the sofa in the gym, the little girl's forehead was already covered in sweat.
"This thing is much more effective for weight loss than your yoga."
As Su Mojin got off the simulator, Lin Yan also dismounted. He took a bottle of mineral water from the rack, took a sip, and then handed a bottle to Su Mojin.
"I don't want that, I want yours."
"I've already drunk from this one."
Su Mojin reached out to ask Lin Yan for water. Lin Yan was bewildered. What kind of preference was this?
"No, I want yours. Are you disgusted with me?"
"A little."
A curve formed on Lin Yan's lips.
"Fine, Lin Yan, how dare you be disgusted with me?"
With some unknown surge of strength, Su Mojin leaped from the sofa and snatched the water bottle from Lin Yan's hand. Lin Yan hadn't held it too tightly, and Su Mojin easily took the mineral water bottle from his hand.
"No, you can drink it, but what are you doing?"
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