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"Ah, Yoshimoto accelerates again!"

"It's true that the gap in strength is irreparable."

"In terms of racing, Chinese people's genes are not good."

"Yimoto-kun is too serious. Is it worth competing with an amateur player so serious?"

"Yes, yes, if you let the other party have a psychological shadow, wouldn't it be bad?"

"I guess... Yoshimoto-kun wants to get that poison too much."

"Haha, that's right, it should be true."

"Haha, not bad. Compared to defeating the opponent, that poison is more attractive."

After seeing Yoshimoto Nosuke suddenly throwing away Ning Yi from the real-time surveillance screen, Yoshimoto Nosuke's teammates suddenly burst into laughter and kept teasing Ning Yi.

There was laughter and joy.

On the other hand, Ran Ranran was filled with sorrow.

"Sure enough, I still can't beat that Japanese devil."

He Minghao grabbed his hair and sighed in a low voice.

"Yes, I can't even hit the butt of the Japanese car."

Yang Xueming was also very depressed.

Wang Muye didn't say anything, looked up at the sky and remained silent.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Brother Ning Yi hasn't lost yet?"

Ran Ranran couldn't stand this atmosphere: "I...I think Brother Ning Yi still has hope of winning!"

"Miss Ran, I understand your mood, but Ning Yi has been behind that Japanese devil for several seconds now."

He Minghao explained: "In racing, the difference in winning or losing at one time must be accurate to the three decimal places. Once the gap is widened for as many as a few seconds, it is almost equivalent to being declared losing hope of victory."

"how so"

Hearing He Minghao's explanation, Ran Ranran's face turned pale. Suddenly he thought of something and said quickly: "No, didn't Mr. Tian lead just now and finally overtake it after being led for a few seconds?"

"Ahem..."

Hearing Ran Ranran's rebuttal, He Minghao couldn't help but cough and explained guiltily: "This... is different."

"Why are different"

Ran Ranran asked.

Seeing Ran Ranran so reluctance, He Minghao couldn't hold back any longer and said impatiently: "Anyway, it's different!"

At this moment, Tian Jiawen walked over and said softly: "Because my strength is not enough to allow me to lead Yoshimoto Nosuke Yoshimoto by up to 5 seconds."

After hearing Tian Jiawen's words, Ran Ranran realized that the example he gave just now was Tian Jiawen's shame. He hurriedly apologized to Tian Jiawen: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tian, ​​I'm Meng Lang, I'm sorry."

"fine."

Tian Jiawen smiled and said, "I am not as good as others. There is nothing to be embarrassed to admit."

"That……"

Seeing that Tian Jiawen was really not angry, Ran Ranran asked with hope: "Mr. Tian, ​​do you think Brother Ning Yi still has a chance to overtake?"

“Not very likely.”

Tian Jiawen looked at the real-time surveillance screen with a serious expression and slowly shook his head.

"Are you going to lose?"

When Ran Ranran's heart suddenly became cold when he heard that Tian Jiawen, a professional driver, made such a judgment.

"Huh"

Just then, Ran Ranran suddenly heard a light eh from Tian Jiawen.

"What's wrong, Mr. Tian, ​​is it still a chance for Brother Ning Yi?"

Hearing Tian Jiawen's voice, Ran Ranran immediately asked expectantly as if a drowning man had caught a life-saving straw.

"this……"

Tian Jiawen hesitated and did not answer.

Just now, Ning Yi followed Yoshimoto Manosuke and rushed through the start and end line and began to enter the second lap schedule. The time between them was 5 seconds!

This number made Tian Jiawen suddenly think of the question Ning Yi asked him specifically before the game.

Then, he remembered Ning Yi's words to him, "How did Yoshimoto Manosuke treat you before, I will help you get it back one by one."

"Does it mean..."

A crazy idea suddenly popped up in Tian Jiawen's mind, "Ning Yi intends to deliberately lag behind Yoshimoto Nosuke for 5 seconds in the first lap, and then overtake the opponent for 5 seconds in the next two laps."

Thinking of this, Tian Jiawen's body suddenly shivered as if it was overcurrent.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. This is a bit too...fantasy."

Tian Jiawen forced himself to give up this irrational idea.

However, the more he forced himself not to think so, when he saw Ning Yi's car shadow that was constantly approaching Yoshimoto Manosuke in the picture, his heart beat violently for some reason!

"Is it really possible?"

Tian Jiawen pursed her lips and stared at the video screen, not daring to let it go for a second.

...

“Is this what it feels like to drive a supercar?”

In McLaren's 570s, Ning Yi didn't know what people outside were thinking. He was carefully experiencing the various feedbacks this McLaren brought to him.

In fact, this competition is somewhat disadvantageous for Ning Yi, because he has never been involved in supercars before. Although he is blessed with the "primary driving mastery" skill, it is just an initiation after all, and it takes some time to adapt.

Another thing is that Ning Yi has never been familiar with the Shanghai track, but just walked it a little before the competition.

Finally, there is competition experience. Ning Yi has no competition experience. Even when he was a child, he had never even taken a kart in the amusement park, let alone such high-intensity super sports car racing.

However, despite all these disadvantages, with the blessing of "primary driving proficiency", Ning Yi slowly turned all this around in a very short time.

Especially as the race time increased, Ning Yi gradually felt "integrated by man and car" about the McLaren 570s he drove.

Even if the tire pressed over a tiny stone on the side of the road, Ning Yi seemed to step on it with his feet and felt it personally.

This feeling was never produced when Ning Yi was driving Lamborghini poison.

In this case, when Ning Yi's McLaren passed the start and end line, he glanced at the timer beside him and saw that he was behind Yoshimoto Manosuke's Porsche for no more or less for exactly 5 seconds.

"Okay, it seems... it can accelerate with all your strength."

A cold curve appeared on the corner of Ning Yi's mouth, and then his right foot suddenly stepped on it deeply!

boom

As the exhaust pipe whineeded, a cluster of blue flames ejected from the yellow-orange McLaren's tail throat, and then McLaren's speed suddenly increased by a huge margin!

...

"Speed ​​up, Ning Yi accelerated!"

Others didn't notice this, but Tian Jiawen, who had always been thinking about it, immediately noticed Ning Yi's change.

"He really accelerated, but he actually accelerated. Could it be that my guess is true?"

Tian Jiawen's body involuntarily leaned forward, and a warm light burst out from his eyes with anticipation.

...

At the beginning, no one noticed Ning Yi's acceleration, but soon, Yoshimoto Manosuke's teammates discovered something was wrong.

"Wait, have you noticed that the distance between that Chinese and Yoshimoto-kun is rapidly shortening?"

A teammate shouted at two sports cars that were constantly approaching in the picture.

"How is it possible? With Yoshimoto's strength... Hey, it's true!"

"Indeed, Yoshimoto-kun is being shortened by that Chinese."

Seeing Ning Yi's McLaren getting closer and closer to Yoshimoto Nosuke, his teammates suddenly became a little panicked.

"Don't panic, I guess, this should be intentional by Yoshimoto."

At this time, a teammate suddenly spoke.

"Ah, yes, Kimoto-kun is this kind of personality. He is deliberately humiliating that Chinese!"

"Yes, that's right! Otherwise, with Yoshimoto's strength, how could it be possible for the Chinese to bring the distance closer?"

"Oh, Yoshimoto-kun is really. He is still playing now, so hurry up and end the game."

...
To be continued...