The place where the drifting competition was held was a field with a bird's nest-like appearance. The warm sunlight shone in from the oval that came out of the middle, and the dust flying in the air was clearly visible. The stands around were crowded with people, and the atmosphere was high, which was even hotter than the temperature at this moment.

Song Yu was originally interested in racing. He had played with Zhou Muyun, Zhao Yichen and others in China, and had been involved in such competitions abroad, so he agreed to Tan Yufei's proposal without thinking.

Unfortunately, they had been stuck on the way to the car for more than ten minutes. When they entered the field, they had already ended a game. But they came just in time, and the next game was the duel between the champion and the runner-up.

Song Yu sat in an excellent viewing position, staring at two circular bends, one big and one small below. The lawn in the middle was sparse, and the shiny green was shining in the sun.

Xie Yong handed him a bottle of mineral water and said casually: "This is the first time I have watched a drifting competition. I didn't expect this kind of event to be so popular." He glanced roughly, and the stands were almost empty, and the audience was full of enthusiasm. Even though his face was steeped red by the high temperature and sweating like rain, his eyes were still as bright as incandescent lamps, and there was an excitement flashing inside.

There was noisy around him, and Song Yu didn't hear what he said clearly. His eyes were inadvertently flowing. He noticed a slender figure outside the field, and felt that it looked familiar, but he was not sure.

That person was obviously a racer, but his figure was slightly thinner than other racers. He was wearing a blue and white racing suit and a huge helmet, and could not see his facial features.

Until a man walked over and leaned down and said something in her ear. She might be thinking that her helmet was in trouble. She raised her hands to hold both sides, and raised her head and took off her helmet.

Before he could see the person's appearance clearly, Song Yu was first attracted by the long pink hair raised by the wind. Although there was a vague guess in his heart and it was confirmed at this moment, he was still extremely shocked.

Meng Jianwan, it is actually Meng Jianwan.

Based on the previous contacts, he knew that she had good driving skills, and no matter what, she could not imagine that she could participate in this regular drifting race.

What's going on now? The competition between the champion and the runner-up shows that she has advanced to the previous competition.

Meng Jianwan came to participate in the competition this time, and the coach also came together. After discussing with him, a referee came over to remind her that the competition was about to begin and let her prepare.

The coach has coached countless professional racers and is well aware of the current situation. He did not say beautiful words to Meng Jianwan. He said bluntly: "That No. 17 racer is a tough guy. You can't win him. Be careful and just play this game." He knew that Meng Jianwan didn't have that strong desire to win or lose, and it was because of his interest in participating in the competition, and the proportion of playing was even greater.

Meng Jianwan shrugged, not knowing whether to admit defeat or not take his words seriously: "I'll go first." She walked towards Qidian while tidying her hair and buckled her helmet back on her head.

The cheers, whistles and applause of the audience outside the venue were all isolated from the helmets. Meng Jianwan moved his wrists and stood firmly in front of the car.

She has been in Zhuhai for several days. At first, it was a qualifying competition, a single bicycle rank, and then a qualifying competition. After rounds of PK, she competed for fourteen players, and finally the finals, and selected the top three. The third place has been announced to be eliminated in the last game, and now she is only one step away from the championship.

The No. 17 player is indeed very powerful. He is almost perfect in terms of drifting speed and angle, and he cannot find any deduction points.

Meng Jianwan got into the car and looked at the track not far away through the windshield. She really came to the competition with a playful attitude. But she really felt that she was in a field full of gunpowder, and her blood was boiling and hot, as if she was about to burn, so she could not care about winning or losing.

A loud whistle sounded, followed by the deafening roar of the engine. The two racing cars rushed out of the starting point and pressed tightly together when passing the corners. The friction between the tires was sharp and harsh. The curves of the two cars shook their tails were almost the same. Thick white smoke came out from behind the car, wrapping the two racing cars in a cloud of smoke.

The finals are ten-stage, and the referee will judge based on the racer's standards. Each mistake will be deducted corresponding points, and the one with the highest score will win.

Song Yu sat in the stands, and the bottle of water he was holding was never unscrewed. His eyes were reluctant to leave the red and white racing car on the field. The exclamations of Xie Yong and Tan Yufei sounded from time to time in his ears.

"The white smoke is too big, and I can't even see clearly what the two cars are doing."

"If you make such a close relationship, you will bump into each other if you make a slight mistake."

The two of them were obviously outsiders. Song Yu glanced at him, was surprisingly patient and explained: "The ability to pull smoke and the follow-up distance between the two cars are both rating standards."

Seeing the last lap, Song Yu knew it. Although Meng Jianwan lost, for a girl in her early twenties, being able to win the runner-up proved that she was very powerful.

Song Yu slowly exhaled, then he relaxed his body and leaned against the seat, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The rating result came out soon, and Meng Jianwan lost to the No. 17 racer by two points and finally won the runner-up. She wanted to win, but she was not so disappointed with the result.

After the serious competition, there is an entertainment event, which is considered as the racers’ free time to show off their skills, and also a small easter egg for the audience who are watching the competition.

Of course, Meng Jianwan would not miss this opportunity to play. She drove her own racing car and galloped on the track. At one moment, the body fell to one side. There were only two tires sliding, and the other two tires were completely suspended. The car maintained this rolling shape and drove for more than ten meters.

The event was over, and the audience sat in the heat for several hours, tired and tired, and wanted to leave the venue immediately and find a cool place to enjoy it. But the scene in front of him once again ignited the audience's enthusiasm and screamed endlessly.

However, a more eye-catching scene was still behind. The champion drove the car and surpassed the two cars showing off their skills in front of them. He followed Meng Jianwan's car and then circled around her body, as if escorting her. This was much more interesting than being tense. Meng Jianwan curled his red lips and drove the car smoothly. The champion drove in front of her and turned handsomely, facing the front of her, and looked like two cars kissing.

Xie Yong stood up and applauded: "Wow, cool!"

Song Yu didn't know what he thought of, and said sarcastically: "Greasy."

Xie Yong: "???"

The award ceremony was grand and lively. Meng Jianwan had a lot of fun and took a lot of photos together. Several racers asked to take photos with her. She agreed and raised the trophy and stood with them.

The audience's departure announced the true end of the game. Meng Jianwan threw the trophy bigger than her head to the coach, twisting his neck to stretch his muscles and bones.

"So good!" The coach looked red and held the trophy with a smile. "I met a few old friends who invited me to get together. Do you want to go together?"

"Don't go." Meng Jianwan said.

The coach wanted to celebrate her, but she said without giving her face: "I want to have fun by myself, and I have no need to talk to you a bunch of elderly people."

coach:"……"

After Meng Jianwan finished speaking, she went inside to change her clothes. The racing suit was wrapped tightly and the clothes inside were soaked, which she couldn't stand for a second.

Soon, she came out wearing a cool black denim jumpsuit, with a row of delicate silver buckles on her chest, a belt around her waist, and her slender legs exposed to the air. She brushed away the hair stuck to her face, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt that she had finally come alive.

Meng Jianwan was looking down at his phone when he was suddenly overwhelmed by a thick shadow, as if covering her whole body, and his voice drifted down: "Do you want to have a drink together?"

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Xiao Ba was fascinated.\^o^/
Chapter completed!