At 9:20 in the morning, Zhou Yan and Xu Wenqiang caught up with the colorful oxen and horse team that set off early.
When he was about to overtake, Xu Wenqiang braved the strong wind, opened the window glass, and gave Huang Mao, who was taking the lead, a kind smile.
For some reason, Huang Mao didn't seem to receive the kindness from Brother Qiang, and the cows and horses under the colorful killing horses started to get angry, and they quickly distanced themselves from the wild horses...
Half an hour later, when they were about to get off the highway, the wild horses caught up with the oxen and horses again. Comrade Xu Wenqiang, who felt that he had not expressed clearly last time, once again gave Huang Mao a precise and honest smile...
Huang Mao, who was slowing down, accidentally almost hit the isolation water horse at the ramp intersection.
Seeing that his opponent almost made a fool of himself, Xu Wenqiang made a very unscrupulous comment: "This comrade with shit-colored hair has poor mental quality!"
After getting off the expressway, Zhou Yan, who had never been to Uicheng, followed the oxen and horses team.
When he arrived at the place, Zhou Yan knew what the so-called racing track was about: the wealthy Yicheng City government, in order to increase its popularity, built a high-standard track. According to the specifications of the track advertised by the light poles on the roadside,
It’s comparable to the F1 track in Shanghai.
The track is completed, but the supporting facilities around the track seem to be still under intense construction.
The Colorful Killers are quite well prepared, refueling and doing maintenance. Zhou Yan's side is a bit bleak, and they can only rely on themselves, bringing their own wrenches, pumps, and oil barrels.
After filling up the tank and checking the condition of the car, Zhou Yan carefully looked at the track. The track was quite standard, and the isolation and protection measures were also quite good.
I don’t know if it’s because people often come to drag racing, but the arena and the surrounding pillars are covered with large and small monitoring equipment, and all of them are turned on.
As for the track...
Under Xu Wenqiang's curious gaze, Zhou Yan took a run, jumped up and grabbed the edge of the stand, climbed up, passed through the bare stand, and climbed straight to the highest point.
The track has an unobstructed view.
The entire track is probably less than four kilometers long, but it was built according to the terrain. The shape of the entire closed track is a small handwritten x-shape, with two sharp turns, and the entire track has undulations.
Specifically designed for the Touring Car Championship.
During the observation process, Zhou Yan quietly planned in his mind, and after deciding on the driving plan, he returned to the edge of the track.
"Brother, isn't it just drag racing? Do you need to scout the terrain in advance?"
"You'll find out after you take a look at the stands later," Zhou Yan glanced at Huang Mao who was preparing, and also moved his hands and feet, "Although I am sure of winning, these guys often play here. In order to avoid
If the boat capsizes in the gutter, it’s better for us to be careful!”
Xu Wenqiang nodded with concern: "Yes..."
The game started soon. Because the lighting system of the venue had not been started yet, the signal for the start of the game could only be controlled manually by waving the big flag...
"Dip..."
Two cars slowly drove onto the starting line.
The referee who the Colorful Killers invited from nowhere came to the middle of the two people's cars and knocked on their car windows: "The rules of the competition are very simple, the first one to complete five laps wins!"
After saying that, the referee slowly walked to the car and raised the red and white flag...
Zhou Yan stepped on the accelerator hard, put the gear into gear, and pulled the handbrake. The car roared crazily. Huang Mao on the side was not to be outdone. He stepped on the accelerator again and again, and the green calf under his butt roared... "Wow..."
The referee waved down the two flags in his hand.
Zhou Yan quickly shifted gears and suddenly released the handbrake. The car flew out like a bullet, and the tires rubbed against the ground and emitted a burst of smoke.
Huang Mao's reaction was a little slower, and he kept stepping on the accelerator like a coward, failing to stabilize the engine speed, so he was half a body behind Zhou Yan at the start.
The straight track is only over 600 meters.
Zhou Yan took the lead. After picking up the speed, he quickly distanced himself from the lewd Mavericks.
Thirteen seconds later, Zhou Yan took the lead in entering the corner. At this time, the Mustang was already more than ten meters ahead of the Mavericks.
After entering the corner, the distance between the two became even larger. Zhou Yan frequently used drift to negotiate corners. When it came time to make sharp turns, he even used the car's inertia.
But it's different for the innocent Mavericks. Every time you enter a corner, you have to slow down, and before you have time to pick up the speed, you have to slow down again.
Zhou Yan finished the whole race in two minutes and a few seconds and started the next lap, while the innocent Maverick was still struggling with the curve...
"Boss, is this already a professional level?"
The young man, who was glued to the monitor, looked at the referee who had returned with a smile.
"Yu Fei and the others are in trouble this time. They ejected at a professional level and drifted through corners..." The coach also smiled, "But it's better to let them have a taste of the pain, so as not to think that the sky is high and the sky is high and the sky is high."
Super sports cars are invincible..."
While the two were talking, Zhou Yan had already finished half of his second lap, while Huang Mao Yufei's second lap had just begun...
The Colorful Shamate, who was still shouting cheers on the sidelines, soon stopped: after only four laps, the Mustang had already lassoed the calf.
In fact, by the third lap, Zhou Yan was too lazy to compete with the forgiving Mavericks. He was just enjoying and chasing the top speed wholeheartedly.
After five laps, Zhou Yan took more than nine minutes and thirty seconds...
"Ding..."
The system's expressionless prompt sounded: "Master Badge Mission Completed.
Reward one, system points ten thousand.
Award 2: Universal platform for small and medium-sized electric vehicles."
After counting the harvest, Zhou Yan slowly backed the car back to Xu Wenqiang, who was guarding the tools, and slowly lowered the window.
"Brother Qiang, how are you doing?"
"Strong!" Xu Wenqiang gave Zhou Yan a thumbs up, "Now I finally understand what his old man said. It is people, not weapons, that determine the outcome of a war! But..."
Xu Wenqiang moved closer to the car window, glanced back at the row of cows and horses parked in the middle of the field, lowered his voice and asked: "Brother, if I gave you a super sports car like Huangmao, would you be able to run faster?"
?"
"Impossible," Zhou Yan patted the steering wheel with joy, "The supercar just looks good, and its top speed performance is okay. It's a pity that it can't drive at high speeds all the time, and the engine can't handle it at all. But that Cobra..." p>
Xu Wenqiang's eyes lit up: "How about another day, let's drive the Cobra over?"
"Forget it!" Zhou Yan shook his head with a wry smile, "When I ran the lap just now, my nerves were very tense. If I do it again... let's forget it!"
"Also..."
After chatting for a while, the two began to load the tools and the oil drums into the car.
After finishing their work, the two of them were about to get in the car and leave, but they were stopped by someone. When they looked back, they saw that it was the referee just now.
"Young man, am I interested in becoming a professional racing driver?"
"No," Zhou Yan smiled politely, "Our journey is across the stars and the sea!"
Before this person could react, Zhou Yan had already opened the door, got into the car, and walked away.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Yan, who was enjoying his nap, was suddenly woken up. When he opened his eyes, he found that the person who woke him up was Lao Niu.
"What's the matter?"
"That little yellow guy paid the balance and took delivery of the car." The car was sold, but there was no joy at all on Lao Niu's face.
Zhou Yan was not surprised: "This is a good thing!"
"But..." Lao Niu grimaced and motioned for Zhou Yan to turn around.
At the door, Xiao Huangmao was pacing there non-stop.
"What's going on?" Zhou Yan was a little curious.
"Xiao Zhou, this guy seems to be waiting for you..."