my body has no limits

Chapter 76 Racing
Before Yang Ding answered, Xiaozhuang couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, Brother Feng, don't worry, Yang Ding's driving skills are not inferior to my master, do you think he can drive?"

"Oh?"

Now Brother Feng's surprise turned into a surprise. They all knew who Xiao Zhuang's master was. Brother Feng originally wanted to pull him to his side, but unfortunately he failed.

It's better for Xiaozhuang to have a thicker skin, if only he was stalking him back then.

Brother Feng regretted his thick skin.

"This friend..."

"Just call me Yang Ding."

"Yang Ding, have you ever played racing?"

"What car, F1?"

Yang Ding's driving technique is to use the cars that he often sees to run at the fastest speed.

He really has never driven F1, because he has never even seen it.

He has never driven even some very rare sports cars, because Xiao Zhuang doesn't have one.

"That can't, that thing can't be driven here, it's just an ordinary sports car."

"I've driven an ordinary sports car, but not one that's too expensive."

"That's fine. I don't have one that is too expensive. I just have a Porsche 911."

"A luxury car!"

"Fuck, the most basic model is more than 100 million. If it is not as valuable as Xiaozhuang's car? I don't usually drive it. Isn't there a track built in Yanjiao a while ago, so I drove there Try it, who would have thought that Wang Zhiqiang's grandson bought a new McLaren, and he would be aggrieved by losing."

Brother Feng and the other party have similar strengths, after all, not everyone is a professional racing driver.

But the gap between the cars is obvious, one is more than 100 million, and the other is more than 300 million, and the starting speed is different. How to play?By drifting?
"No problem, Brother Feng, if you believe me, let Yang Ding try it. He has driven 911, and I can only say that the speed is very fast."

Not so fast, that's forever taillights.

"Brother Yang Ding, can you?"

Brother Feng still wanted to see what the person concerned said.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, as long as you are not a professional racing driver, I can usually handle it."

Although the words are relatively modest, but Yang Ding's confident look makes people believe it.

"Okay, damn it, if you do it, you'll lose at worst."

Whether it's for Xiaozhuang's face or Yang Ding's performance, Brother Feng plans to try again. A man can still be afraid of losing, and he won't lose a piece of meat after being ridiculed for a few words.

"Go, I'm going to fight now."

When Yang Ding and his team came to the Yanjiao competition venue, the opponent was already waiting there, and they seemed to be more active than them.

"Fengzi, why didn't you lose enough yesterday, why don't you lose again today."

With a beating smile on his face, Wang Zhiqiang walked up to Brother Feng.

"Fuck off, if you call me Fengzi again, I will tease you, and you just say whether you can compare today?"

"Bi, of course, I can stop someone who wants to lose?"

Brother Feng's tough tone made the smile on Wang Zhiqiang's face fade a bit, but when he heard that there was going to be a competition, the smile soon returned.

"It's not me competing with you today."

"What? Did you find a helper?"

Brother Feng was interrupted by Wang Zhiqiang before he could talk about Yang Ding.

"What's wrong with finding a helper? Just compare, don't compare."

"Okay, let me see what kind of help our Second Young Master Ye has found?"

Wang Zhiqiang scanned the people behind Brother Feng with his eyes, and found that they were all acquaintances except Yang Ding.

"This is the helper you're looking for, not like a race car driver, but more like a fitness trainer."

No one would believe that Yang Ding's figure is a fitness instructor.

"Who said I'm looking for a racing driver, isn't that too much fun? This is a friend of mine, and it's the first time I come to play, so I want to compare with you."

Zhang Zhiqiang is not a fool, he doesn't believe that the first time he comes to play, he has to come to the car, but as long as Yang Ding is not a car driver, it will be fine.

Brother Feng's reputation is still very useful.

"Let's compare, this brother still drives the Porsche you had yesterday?" Zhang Zhiqiang asked deliberately.

"Just drive that one."

This is the first time Yang Ding speaks. As the protagonist of this competition, he is about to make his debut.

"Okay, let's get ready."

"Hold on."

"Why? No more comparisons?"

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at Xiaozhuang who just spoke, waiting for his answer.

"We still have to compare, but what's the point of such a dry comparison."

Whoops, I knew you Xiaozhuang was rich, but I didn't expect to be so generous.

"Then what do you say?"

"50. Winning or losing is determined in one game."

Can Zhang Zhiqiang lose face?

"50? Two, compare one game."

"Just two, that's it."

Although 100 million is almost half of his net worth, Xiaozhuang believes that Yang Ding can win it back.

"Brother, you have lost everything, you have to win."

"rest assured."

Yang Ding gave Xiaozhuang an OK gesture, and then followed the staff to check the condition of the car.

"Don't worry Xiaozhuang, I will lose if I lose, Brother Feng will make it up for you."

Brother Feng's pocket money is even less than Xiaozhuang's, but he can't watch Xiaozhuang lose the money.

"Don't worry, Brother Feng, I trust Yang Ding."

Seeing that Xiao Zhuang trusted Yang Ding so much, Brother Feng felt a little touched, can he really make this friend?
"Buzzing..."

Two bursts of powerful engine sounds came from the starting point of the track, and the race was about to start.

"3, 2, 1...start!"

Following the shout of the DJ, the beauties on the track waved down the red flags in their hands, and the two sports cars rushed out in an instant.

Yang Ding's instinctive driving skills gave him an immediate advantage.

"Pretty!"

Brother Feng only saw the start and yelled beautifully, and then there was only one taillight left in the two sports cars.

This track is very long, and if we can make such a track here, we can know how big its backstage is.

Wang Zhiqiang was full of confidence before the start of the race, and he was ahead of 200 million before the start of the race. How to compare?

But the moment he stepped on the accelerator, he knew he was wrong. This kid was a master.

Looking at the Porsche that was ahead of him by a head, Wang Zhiqiang began to sweat on his forehead.

Before I knew it, the speed of the car was close to [-]. My God, if I didn't pay attention, the car would crash and people would die.

Yang Ding's behavior was different, he could only feel the adrenaline rush, and he even wanted to step on the accelerator a little deeper.

"Om~"

When the two cars passed by Xiaozhuang and the others, they could only hear a rushing sound, and then a line of red taillights.

"squeak……"

Wang Zhiqiang's McLaren left a tire mark more than ten meters long on the track and finally stopped on the track.

Yang Ding drove the Porsche across the finish line easily.

On the last lap, Wang Zhiqiang was unwilling to lag behind Yang Ding and began to accelerate hard.

In the end, when he wanted to overtake Yang Ding in a corner, he lost control after exiting the corner. Fortunately, Yang Ding was superior and did not allow the two cars to collide.

Wang Zhiqiang also had a chance to regain control of the sports car, and finally stopped on the track.

After parking, Wang Zhiqiang clutched his heart and waited for two or three minutes before driving his sports car through the finish line.

"you win!"

Wang Zhiqiang signed a check for 100 million with trembling hands and handed it to Yang Ding. He was really frightened this time.

"Thank you, drive carefully next time, and don't do things beyond your ability."

Yang Ding was also shocked. He had confidence in himself, but he was afraid of hurting others. These were not ordinary people, and any Yang Ding who was hurt would be in trouble.

(End of this chapter)