,

The engine roars.

The strong wind blew across both sides.

The "boy" rushed out with the steering wheel, as if driving a fierce giant beast, and crushing it hard towards the track.

"laugh--"

The friction of the racing car grips and the sound of air waves are intertwined into pieces.

The hustle and bustle of blackness swept through people's sight, and the audience was shocked.

this……

"Oh! Audience friends, let's take a look at this start. Oh my God, I really didn't expect it, very soon... very fast, very fast!"

The commentator who was originally hilarious was also shocked, and immediately became a little incoherent, glanced at the data in panic, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Okay, let's take a look at Ling and Lin. Well, forgive me, this name is so similar... Okay, Ling on the track is about to enter the first corner!"

"Great! Accurate routing! Oh, this cornering, my goodness, 3 seconds 421! It seems to be almost the same as the Super Lin broke the record just now! Will today's qualifying match be upset?"

After the words came to an end, there was an uproar online and offline.

"My God! This is impossible!?"

"Shit! I just swear to predict that Super Lin will definitely be the first, how could that kid be so fast?"

"Hey, guys, listen to me, calm down, he just started... Maybe he overturned again in the middle."

"Hahaha, I hope this kid can really surprise us. That's interesting, isn't it?"

...

Outside the paddock, the noise spreads in an instant.

In the safety station, a group of riders who didn't think so also stood up in a hurry, looking at the galloping black shadow on the track in disbelief.

"Brother Tian, ​​this..."

Long Qianqian's expression changed even more and she nervously pulled her lover.

"Ling Yechen..."

"It's just a start." Lin Nantian suddenly interrupted her, suppressed the storm in his heart, and said with all his might.

"What, Qianqian, do you think I will lose?"

As he said, he suddenly turned around and grabbed his lover, and the force of clamping his hands was unconsciously increased.

"Oh, of course not..." Long Qianqian said in pain: "Brother Tian, ​​you hurt me."

Lin Nantian paused and then let go.

At this moment, the commentary came again.

"Oh, it's a bit regretful. Ling drove into the third corner. It was a few seconds slower than Super Lin just now."

--call.

Lin Nantian breathed a sigh of relief in an instant.

Yes, how could he lose?

Just now on the track, he chose the A-level car god with soul...

Yes, looking at the results of the last virtual battle, Ling Yechen has indeed made a lot of progress.

But these days, he kept looking back at the event and found that the other party was actually just one line higher than him.

At most it is the level of b.

Will he still lose with the strength of the A-level car god?

joke!

"This kid did his best from the beginning." Lin Nantian thought, and spoke in a faint tone.

"It's just that even though the momentum is good, it's difficult to stabilize the second half."

"So that's it." When Long Qianqian heard this, she believed it and couldn't help but laugh at her again.

"I think he just wants to challenge you, Brother Tian, ​​and he is overestimating his abilities!"

"He is too anxious, it's not surprising that he goes off the wrong way," Lin Nantian felt relieved, but said, "What a pity."

He said, and the car on the field finally reached the finish line.

The commentator's voice rang again.

"1 minute 24 seconds 241! A good result, currently fourth! Oh, this is a surprise, congratulations to Ling! Congratulations to Morton Team! But it seems that Super Lin's record is still difficult to break through..."

Yan Wu curled her lips and drove straight into the station.

In an instant, the technicians of the Morton team debugged everything in a flash.

The "boy" curled up his thin lips, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the starting point again.

Difficult to break through?
Chapter completed!