At the appropriate time, Huang Ming spoke into the intercom after the five consecutive hairpin turns on the circuit road, "Bei Xiang Mountain has been sealed. It is confirmed that no vehicles are on the mountain, and the road conditions are good. The race can begin at any time."
As navigators, Zhang Yingfang and Zhao Che stood before two positioned race car drivers, waving dark green flags, one with a look of concern in his eyes, the other confident of victory.
Two Citroën C4s, separated by eight generations, simultaneously lined up side-by-side at the starting line as the two waved their flags. At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly retreated a car length and gave Ren Yuanhao, who was outside the window, the middle finger.
"It's started, it's started! Lin Feng is clearly displaying the casual arrogance of a king, and he's even giving that bronze rookie a head start!"
The announcer's provocative voice immediately caused the audience to erupt in boos.
"Hey, if you're so arrogant and end up losing, where will you put your old face?" Ren Yuanhao said, and then, imitating Lin Feng's posture, he drove his car back to the same starting line!
The car body was clearly still moving backward, and the audience, seeing this, couldn't help but start gossiping.
"Damn, that rookie actually gave up his positional advantage? This guy is showing off too much!"
"Who told Lin Feng to provoke him deliberately? I'm actually rooting for that handsome young man."
"I think you're just smitten."
Lin Feng's entire face turned green when he heard the voices of those infatuated girls.
He thought to himself, "Since you want to show off, I'll let you show off. You'll look foolish then!"
The two began to furiously burn their tires.
No matter how loud the audience's voices were, they couldn't drown out the roar of the two engines. Zhang Yingfang's beautiful eyes never left Ren Yuanhao. Then, along with Zhao Che, they exited the track. At the announcer's command, the two cars shot forward like arrows released from a bow!
Dust swirled, and earth and stones flew.
"Without a doubt, the C4 driven by Lin Feng is far ahead. Although the rookie's momentum is not weak, it is extremely difficult to catch up to a professional driver."
The announcer observed intently through his binoculars.
Lin Feng's car was consistently seven or eight car lengths ahead of Ren Yuanhao. Since it hadn't rained recently, the dust on the track was overwhelmingly covering Ren Yuanhao, who was trailing behind.
Zhang Yingfang felt anxious, her hands clenched tightly. Little did she know that Ren Yuanhao, sitting in the driver's seat, was already sweating profusely from nervousness.
This was because his vision was almost completely obscured by the dust and smoke, and the gap between the cars was continuously widening!
Lin Feng glanced in the rearview mirror. He could no longer see the shadow of the fiery red C4 behind him. He let out a cold snort and floored the accelerator. The car body broke through the high slope, rising into the air like a ferocious beast!
"Tsk tsk tsk, Lin Feng is already performing acrobatics. It's pitiful how that little rookie is desperately trying to catch up, yet he can't even see the car hood. How miserable can it get!"
"I told you long ago that he's just a piece of trash who talks big! With this kind of skill, he dares to compete with Lin Feng. It's disgusting." Huang Ming said to Zhao Che through the intercom.
Zhao Che glanced at Zhang Yingfang, who stood motionless and quite nervous beside him. He wanted to mock her a bit but quietly turned off the intercom.
"Sister Zhang, do you really think your boyfriend can win?"
"Until the last moment, who can say for sure?" Zhang Yingfang stared straight ahead, hoping to see Ren Yuanhao's silhouette in the swirling dust.
"Do you think the final five consecutive hairpin turns are where the victory will be decided?"
Seeing that Zhang Yingfang did not reply, Zhao Che continued on his own, "Ever since Lin Feng lost in the Bei Xiang Mountain Circuit Race two years ago, he has been diligently studying. This track, to put it bluntly, he could probably complete even with his eyes closed. What does your boyfriend have to win the race?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yingfang said, "It's quite thoughtful of you all to resort to such tactics against a rookie."
Zhao Che smiled bitterly and waved his hands, replying, "No, Lin Feng is doing this simply because he wants to have a fair competition with you. Just one competition. Therefore, to force you out of retirement, he definitely won't hold back."
"Zhao Che, I have already promised that man that I will never touch the steering wheel again. Even if those two don't understand, you should."
Zhang Yingfang lowered her binoculars, her eyes already welling up with tears.
"I've also been chasing after my brother's footsteps, which is why I picked up this flag and became Lin Feng's most capable navigator. Even if it's necessary, playing some tricks for victory isn't impossible!"
Zhao Che clenched his fists, his expression beginning to contort.
"Winning or losing, is it that important to you all?" Zhang Yingfang sighed, finally realizing that the Tianyu Racing Team was no longer the pure Tianyu it once was.
Zhao Che let out two cold laughs and pointed to Lin Feng's position, saying, "The Wind Rose has never been defeated, so naturally, he doesn't understand the taste of failure. Look up, see where Lin Feng has reached. Unless your boyfriend has divine intervention, he has only a sliver of a pathetic chance to win. Accept your fate!"
Accept my fate? I refuse! I have a system!
"Beep beep beep, the employer is concerned about your safety and has granted the 'God of Racing Fujiwara Takumi' buff."
Ren Yuanhao was on the verge of tears at this moment, shouting internally, "Oh my god, Brother System, you're finally here!"
"Beep beep beep, the God of Racing buff is activated!"
Ren Yuanhao felt a sudden clarity in his mind, as if the dust and smoke outside the windshield had been cleaved by a sharp sword!
"Now, you can call me Fujiwara Yuanhao!"
Inspired, he nimbly manipulated the steering wheel with one hand according to his will, turning it a full circle to the right. With his hands and feet working in perfect sync, he suddenly stomped on the accelerator. The entire car roared with a soul-stirring cry, as if responding to the system's cold tone, and drifted through the sharp turn with a highly difficult drifting maneuver!
"Look, what is that move!"
The announcer almost jumped up, his binoculars nearly slipping from his grasp. The audience also raised their binoculars and looked in the direction the announcer was pointing.
In the dispersing dust, Ren Yuanhao's C4 appeared like a celestial light cutting through the clouds, advancing with great style and looking down upon the world!
"Damn, what kind of flashy move is that? The speed through the corner isn't decreasing, it's increasing!"
"Is this even human? Look at the car's wheels!"
Everyone held their breath, a sound of swallowing could be heard from their throats. Ren Yuanhao's C4 wheels were actually hugging the edge of the cliff during the drift, countless gravel stones being knocked into the deep ravine. The car body skimmed perilously close to the cliff edge, a hair's breadth from disaster.
"Young ladies, you might not know this, but even professional race car drivers, when driving, instinctively leave themselves a little leeway. However, some exceptionally talented race car drivers have incredible spatial awareness. Especially when drifting through corners, parameters like speed, space, and car body angle are instantly fed into their brains, processed briefly, and then transmitted to their hands and feet. A millimeter difference can lead to a thousand miles of error!"
"And this type of maneuver, we call it Absolute Perception!"
At this moment, a scruffy middle-aged man emerged from the watching crowd. He was smoking a cigarette and wearing straw sandals. If Ren Yuanhao could see him, he would have been greatly surprised because this man was the owner of the supermarket at the foot of the mountain.
As soon as he said this, the audience erupted. Under normal circumstances, such maneuvers are rarely seen even in formal competitions!
"Mister, then do you think any rookie can catch up?"
"Rookie? Humph, I doubt even the Wind Rose at their peak could perform such an extravagant maneuver. Let's wait and see."
The announcer was stunned speechless, his words sputtering intermittently. Zhao Che, on the other hand, after a brief moment of shock, regained his composure.
"Absolute Perception, how is that possible? Even among race car drivers, this kind of talent is one in ten thousand!"