Chapter 1 The Ferrari's Death Mode

Chih——————

The Ferrari, its revs pushed to the redline, executed a tail whip at the bend, completing a drift that looked barely passable.

But the key point was…

Zhao Yingjun had completed this drift alone.

Whether it was the steering wheel, shifting gears, or timing the revs, Zhao Yingjun controlled it all herself. Lin Xian hadn't said a word.

"You… you really seem to have a talent for driving."

This lightning-fast progress was making even Lin Xian feel somewhat incredulous.

It had been less than half an hour since he first demonstrated drifting, hand-in-hand, and now Zhao Yingjun could already take corners alone.

Although she still couldn't help but decelerate drastically when cornering, and the arc of the drift was too long, too far outside, not close enough to the edge…

But half an hour ago, Zhao Yingjun was still a beginner who was clumsy even shifting gears.

To learn this much in half an hour, Lin Xian was ashamed of his own skills. Zhao Yingjun could truly be called a sacred drifting prodigy.

He never expected such talent to be hidden in the CEO of a cosmetics company.

"Your feel for the car is really good."

Lin Xian praised sincerely, "I know you can't describe that feeling, and you don't understand the principles behind many of the data and movements, but you're already operating the steering wheel and shifting gears instinctively."

"Really?"

Hearing Lin Xian's praise, Zhao Yingjun smiled happily, "I thought I wasn't doing well enough."

"Although there's still a lot of room for improvement… you're really driving very well."

Lin Xian's words were not meant to flatter her.

So far, the woman with the highest level of driving skills he had ever seen was that elusive oriole.

That day, sitting in Su Su's McLaren, when they ran into the oriole on the overpass, the oriole had stolen Zhao Yingjun's Laferrari to drive, and was taunting them with overtakes.

Putting aside everything else.

The oriole's superb driving skills really shocked Lin Xian at the time.

The precise arcs, the extreme control, that kind of car feel could only come from a combination of practice and talent.

In Lin Xian's understanding, this oriole was already a woman in her 30s. Shouldn't she be at home cooking and taking care of her children? What was she doing running around and racing?

Moreover, how did she develop such good skills?

Lin Xian believed that his driving skills were still above the oriole's, but he had cultivated those skills by risking his life, which was in a completely different league.

And what Lin Xian couldn't understand the most was…

The oriole's cornering techniques and habits were very similar to his own.

At the time, he simply thought that this was the oriole provoking him, so she deliberately used techniques that he was familiar with to take the corners.

He had been planning to stop the oriole and ask her all the questions in one breath; to ask her about all the questions he had accumulated over this period of time.

But the oriole was the oriole. Combining the attributes of a riddle-solver and elusiveness was truly infuriating and speechless.

Lin Xian turned his head…

Watching Zhao Yingjun smoothly cut through another bend…

Sometimes, he would have unrealistic thoughts: Could the oriole have some special relationship with Zhao Yingjun?

Like a time traveler?

Since, 600 years later, there could be a CC who looked exactly like Chu Anqing.

Then, why couldn't there be a time traveler who looked very similar to Zhao Yingjun?

But unfortunately, this idea was rejected as soon as it appeared.

The reason was simple—

The oriole and Zhao Yingjun didn't look alike at all.

The two's facial features were completely different. Zhao Yingjun's were sharper, while the oriole's were softer.

The two's face shapes were also different. Zhao Yingjun had a standard oval face, while the oriole had a slightly chubby round face.

Not to mention the oriole's signature…

Eyes…

Those starry, azure pupils could not be born to the people of the Dragon Kingdom. Even mixed-race people rarely had eyes that were crystalline blue to that extent.

So, the oriole was most likely not a person from the Dragon Kingdom.

What was even more "anti-counterfeit certified" was that Zhao Yingjun's earrings always maintained a high degree of consistency with the color of her coat. This had never gone wrong. This was the most rigorous anti-counterfeit trademark on Zhao Yingjun.

But Lin Xian had seen it clearly that rainy night when he met the oriole.

The oriole's coat was beige, but her earrings were blue.

This alone was enough to prove that Zhao Yingjun and the oriole were not the same person.

"If… you were wearing a beige coat and blue earrings, what would that be like?"

Without warning, Lin Xian suddenly asked.

Zhao Yingjun thought for a moment and frowned, "What kind of strange match is that? I find it hard to accept."

"You can't accept it?"

"I can't accept it."

Zhao Yingjun shook her head, stepped on the accelerator, and took a moment to look at Lin Xian, "Do you like this kind of mix-and-match?"

"No, no."

Lin Xian quickly denied, "I just happened to see a woman wearing that the other day and it felt weird."

"It's pretty weird."

Zhao Yingjun nodded in agreement, "In terms of clothing matching, there shouldn't be too many colors on the body, otherwise it will look like a Christmas tree, all flashy. I think three or four colors on the whole body is about right."

Christmas tree…

Lin Xian inexplicably thought of his initial evaluation of the nouveau riche, Gao Yang.

Indeed.

If he met the oriole again next time, he would see what color earrings she would wear.

Buzz————————

The continuously sharp engine sound came from the side!

Whoosh!

A red McLaren Windrunner overtook Zhao Yingjun directly from the left, and rushed past without mercy with a whoosh.

Then, it immediately changed lanes, slowed down, blocked Zhao Yingjun's car in front, and kept changing the left and right turn signals to provoke her.

This set of continuous moves was smooth and seamless. Only the heavens knew how many times the owner of this McLaren had secretly practiced it.

"Didn't we reserve this track?"

Zhao Yingjun blinked, completely unaware of what was happening, and turned to look at Lin Xian, "Can racetracks be this undisciplined?"

Lin Xian covered his forehead and sighed lightly.

When he saw this McLaren, he recognized it at a glance. This was the car of Su Su, the blind date that Chu Shanhe had introduced to him.

That girl's temper was definitely not something to be trifled with.

This set of provocative lane changes and turn signals was really "an eye for an eye"… Before, this Ferrari had provoked the McLaren, and now the McLaren was provoking the Ferrari.

The only difference was that the person driving the Ferrari last time was the oriole, and the person driving the Ferrari now was Zhao Yingjun.

Su Su had chosen the wrong person to take revenge on.

"What does this car mean?"

The McLaren in front had reduced its speed to a very low level, and Zhao Yingjun was forced to slow down as well. She pointed to the McLaren's constantly changing left and right turn signals in front of her and looked at Lin Xian, "What is it trying to express with its taillights?"

"It should be a… friendly way of saying hello, asking if they can share a track." Lin Xian helplessly started making things up.

"Can just two lights express so many meanings?"

"I'm just guessing." Lin Xian shrugged with a smile.

Anyway, Su Su was probably just here to vent her anger. She would leave after messing around for a bit, and wouldn't delay Zhao Yingjun from continuing to practice driving.

However…

When it came to causing trouble and making things difficult for people, Su Su never failed to deliver.

After slowing down, the McLaren moved to the left of the Ferrari, and then rolled down the window. The female companion in the passenger seat directly made a face and gave a thumbs down, "Pretty boy! Able to advance and retreat as you please!"

Su Su also snorted lightly, and saw the driver of the Ferrari. It was Zhao Yingjun, the MX company boss who had teased her with Lin Xian in the restaurant that day.

She then realized that the person who had overtaken her on the overpass that day and then raced with Lin Xian was this arrogant and conceited woman!

Good heavens.

Su Su suddenly understood!

So, the two of you dog men and women are quite the players!

All drama queens, huh?

After playing a scene role-playing blind date game in the restaurant, you went back to the overpass to stage a wife-chasing crematorium scene?

So, I'm just a tool NPC in your love game?!

"Disgusting!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became!

Su Su stared fiercely at Zhao Yingjun, who was looking back at her through the lowered car window, and made a gesture with three parts contempt, three parts sarcasm, three parts mockery, and one part provocation.

Then, she slammed on the accelerator—

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!

The McLaren Windrunner, violently burning rubber, leapt forward like a cheetah, instantly putting several car lengths between itself and the caught-off-guard Ferrari, accelerating towards the curve ahead.

Inside the Ferrari.

Zhao Yingjun naturally saw the driver Su Su over there, as well as her complex gesture.

She frowned and looked at Lin Xian, "Isn't that your blind date from that day?"

"Yes."

Now that things had come to this, Lin Xian resigned himself to his fate.

"Hmph." Zhao Yingjun chuckled, "As expected of her, still as rude as ever."

"That's right."

Lin Xian nodded in agreement, "So, we don't need to pay attention to her. Let's just practice ours. Racing side-by-side in this environment is a very dangerous behavior. We'll go slower and let her get ahead of us——"

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!

Before Lin Xian could finish speaking, Zhao Yingjun directly floored the Ferrari's accelerator!

The blood-red Ferrari also pounced forward angrily like a cheetah. The engine revs instantly reached the redline, chasing after the McLaren in front at an unprecedentedly high speed!

"Hey, hey, hey…"

Lin Xian tightened his seat belt and looked at Zhao Yingjun, who had an extremely serious expression, puzzled.

No.

Big sister.

What are you doing now!

You're really going to race?

Can you let me out of the car first?

Lin Xian was really speechless… Of course, he wasn't afraid of driving fast, but the driving skills of Zhao Yingjun and Su Su were actually equally matched beginners.

It would be very appropriate to describe it as a battle between rookies.

These two rookies were racing on the track with their newly learned, half-baked skills… With insufficient skills, collisions and rollovers were bound to happen sooner or later!

And what he couldn't understand the most was…

Zhao Yingjun was not this kind of childish woman in the past, or even usually.

She had always been very calm.

Very easy-going.

Very composed.

She would always face everything with a slight smile and composure, as if everything had already been planned and was under her control.

Even when MX company was in such a big business crisis at the end of last year, Lin Xian had never seen her panic in the slightest.

Even in that misunderstanding-filled blind date with Su Su that day, Zhao Yingjun had always been laughing and talking with a spectator's mentality. Mature and stable like her, she would never take a "child" like Su Su seriously, let alone cater to her provocations.

But today… something was wrong.

Why had Zhao Yingjun suddenly become childish and competitive?

Big sister, your persona is about to collapse!

Whoosh—whoosh—

The equally red McLaren and Ferrari cut through the curve.

These two's skills were indeed evenly matched. A battle between rookies.

Their cornering speeds had decreased a lot, and the routes they cut into the curves were very much on the outside. In Lin Xian's view, it was no different from old men's electric vehicles going on a wild ride.

But…

In comparison.

Su Su was slightly better.

After all, she had driven a car more often than Zhao Yingjun, so she must be more familiar with it than Zhao Yingjun.

Even if Zhao Yingjun's talent could be described as a congenital saint of racing, she had only come into contact with racing for the first time half an hour ago, so there was no way she could compare to someone who had been driving for several years.

After a few more turns, the McLaren easily pulled away from the Ferrari by a long distance, and then started to be a jerk again, reducing its speed and pressing on the lane in front, constantly wagging its turn signals back and forth.

"Forget it."

Lin Xian comforted, "Safety first, let's not compete with her. Seriously, don't look at how arrogant she is. Her level is really just so-so. She relies on a fearless brute force. A rollover is just a matter of time."

"With your talent so high, if you practice a little more for two weeks, she will definitely not be your opponent. You've only just come into contact with racing not long ago. Being able to successfully complete a drift once is already very impressive. There's really no need to care so much about winning or losing."

"I really don't care about winning or losing. I've lost so many times in my life of more than twenty years."

Zhao Yingjun steadied the steering wheel, turned to look at Lin Xian, her eyes were unusually firm, "But I especially don't want to lose to her."

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun's eyes met.

This kind of look in her eyes… was the second time Lin Xian had seen it.

The last time he had seen such a look was on the night when the Bentley GT flew over the overpass, on that night when the moonlight was so beautiful that it seemed to be covered in frost. Zhao Yingjun's eyes, reflecting the neon lights on the other side of the Huangpu River, firmly told him…

"I don't live for them, and I don't need to prove anything to please them. This is also what I want to tell you, Lin Xian…"

"You must do what you like to do, do what you are willing to persist in, do something that is not to prove anything to others, but something that you are willing to bet your whole life on."

"Even if you haven't found this thing yet, haven't discovered something worth your effort… don't worry, don't be confused, don't necessarily have to make yourself chase something."

"That's enough, Lin Xian. You don't need to deliberately make yourself extraordinary. I believe in you… you are destined to be extraordinary."

…

Suddenly recalling the words that Zhao Yingjun had told him on the riverside overpass a few months ago, it seemed like a long, long time ago.

Lin Xian, standing in his current situation, and then looking back at these words, had a brand-new feeling and understanding.

Didn't want to lose.

He and Zhao Yingjun were the same.

In this world, there were always some things that they didn't want to lose.

Pa.

Lin Xian reached out his left hand and pressed it on Zhao Yingjun's right hand, which was tightly gripping the steering wheel.

Small, smooth, covering Zhao Yingjun's small hand, he pressed down firmly on the steering wheel, and his index finger deftly flicked the shift paddles behind the steering wheel, reducing the Ferrari by two gears.

Zhao Yingjun's lips parted slightly as she looked at Lin Xian, who was holding her right hand.

"Did you know? The Ferrari's car machine program has a 'Death Mode'."

Lin Xian's thumb hooked on the Tino knob of the Ferrari's steering wheel. This was a control system transplanted from F1 racing cars. After twisting the knob to the far right for 3 seconds.

Beep beep!

Two rapid beeps, all the fault warning lights on the instrument panel lit up! Fleeting!

Vehicle Stability System, Traction Control System, Electronic Differential, Transmission Shift Mode… and so on, all electronic assist systems were forcibly turned off!

This performance beast had released all restrictions!

Switching to the most extreme, most primitive, most violent, and most extreme manual control mode!

"Step on the accelerator, never let go."

Lin Xian held Zhao Yingjun's right hand tightly with his left hand, put his index finger on the shift paddle, and smiled slightly, "Let's win against her together."