After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

Zou Xiang squinted his eyes, holding a lighted cigarette in his hand, and leaning against a coolly modified racing car with his legs bent.

"I don't know how lucky your team is to have invited Shen Shu."

After seeing several members of the Baituo team, he raised the corners of his lips in disdain.

"With their shabby car, I'm afraid Shen Shu won't be able to do anything about it."

"The latest modified Mercedes-AMG and the old Ford Mustang from decades ago, I can guess who will win with my eyes closed."

"Cherish this night, you, Baituo, will never be able to come to Sheshan Raceway again from now on!"

The members of the returning team were very provocative in their tone. At first, when they heard that Shen Shu, the champion of the Beijing car race, was competing against Yan Siyi, they were a little worried.

But after seeing the car driven by Baituo, he immediately felt relieved.

No matter how good a driver is, without a good car to pair with him, he is no different from an ordinary driver.

After all, the upper limit is there, no matter how much you bloom, you won’t get any flowers.

Han Fei raised his hand and wiped the rain off his face. Normally, he would have rushed up to argue, but today he didn't have the courage.

The car that the team prepared for Shen Shu was indeed not up to standard, and they were the ones holding her back.

Lei Dong directly ignored the provocations of the returning team, stepped forward and patted Han Fei on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Our car will definitely lose if it is placed on a flat track, but there is a glimmer of hope if it is placed on a mountain road. You have to believe it."

Every corner and race point was filmed by drones, projected synchronously on large screens at the top and bottom of the mountain. Two rescue helicopters buzzed in the sky, following the two cars in full readiness.

The wiper on the front window swayed regularly, and the air in the car felt slightly chilly.

Tan Yu'an obediently fastened the five-point safety belt and held the handrails beside him tightly with both hands.

Looking at Shen Shu who was calm and composed beside her, she swallowed nervously.

This cousin was becoming more and more puzzling. She discovered that Shen Shu seemed like a different person from the moment he got on the racing car.

The usual casualness was gone, replaced by fierceness and unstoppable force, and a murderous aura of not fearing death lingered around.

At exactly nine o'clock in the evening, colorful fireworks exploded in the sky above the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the flag representing the starting signal flew up and fell, and two racing cars with extremely contrasting appearances shot out at the same time, turning into two afterimages and disappearing on the spot.

"Damn, are these two crazy? They dare to run so fast in the rain!"

"The track is slippery on rainy days, and the dim street lights in the mountains can easily lead to accidents, so normally people would slow down. But these two are doing the opposite, speeding up instead of slowing down."

On the big screen, two cars, one red and one white, were accelerating on the straight road without any let-up. The shadows of the trees disappearing rapidly in the camera made the audience gasp in amazement.

Tan Yu'an's eyes widened, and she forgot to breathe several times out of nervousness. This speed was even more frightening than a roller coaster, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out.

She bit her lips tightly, afraid that screaming would affect the performance of Shen Shu next to her.

The two cars were very close to each other, so close that Fu Shaoyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could clearly see Shen Shu through the car window.

He looked at the murderous almond eyes and remembered what his happy enemy Jiang Jingxiu said: "Don't look at my master's young age, but his driving skills, speaking and doing things are not simple."

At this time, the Ford Mustang driven by Shen Shu occupied the inner lane which was conducive to drifting. However, due to its much inferior performance to the opponent, she fell behind by nearly half a car head in less than half a minute after the start.

This kind of hardware shortcoming cannot be compensated by software.

There was madness in Yan Siyi's eyes. He was a well-known crazy driver in the Hong Kong and Macau circles. He could risk his life for speed, which was why he was obsessed with Mist.

In his view, they were the same kind of people.

There were less than 300 meters to go before the first C-shaped curve, and he had to take the opportunity to occupy the inner lane. So Yan Siyi stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward regardless.

The veins on Fu Shaoyu's forehead were throbbing, and he almost forgot that this was a crazy driver who was willing to gamble with his life. Seeing this, he quickly grabbed the handrail.

The audience watched this sudden acceleration scene nervously, waiting to see if he could succeed in taking over the road.

Zeng Wenyun looked at the fiery red sports car with shining eyes. She liked Yan Siyi not only because of his family background.

There was also the kind of unfettered freedom and wild and bad feeling in him. It was hard for a girl like her who grew up in a restrained and well-behaved environment not to like him.

Shen Shu did not speed up. She calmly watched the Mercedes-Benz AMG quickly overtake her entire car and move into the inner lane.

The two cars changed from driving side by side to following each other closely.

Soon the first C-shaped curve came into view, and amid the screams of the crowd, Yan Siyi actually used the accelerator to drift.

Shen Shu followed closely behind, also using the same throttle to drift through the corners.

The moments when the two cars turned corners were slowed down on the big screen, and everyone found that their cornering quality was exactly the same!

It is well known that Shen Shu can do throttle drift, but Yan Siyi can do it too, and his technique is almost perfect, which is unheard of by everyone.

Everyone in the Baituo team was petrified on the spot. Why can everyone else do it, but they can't?

I thought Shen Shu could still use the advantage of throttle drift to make up for the shortcomings of the car's hardware, but now this only advantage that could help him win the championship is gone.

Song Zhen, who was wearing a hat and disguised himself tightly, was so surprised that he was speechless.

Yan Siyi's throttle drift was perfect, but his style was completely different from what he taught him. Looking at the fiery red racing car on the screen, Song Zhen suddenly remembered the first student he taught many years ago.

He was the only one who had completed his studies, but he had broken up with him and had not seen him for many years. Yan Siyi should be his student.

Shen Shu was also a little shocked by this, but she quickly calmed down and concentrated on the game again.

Yan Siyi curled his lips in pride, he came out to compete with the Baituo Team on behalf of the Guitu Team just to see how their throttle drifting style was different from his.

Looking at it now, it’s nothing more than that.

Turn after turn, double throttle drift again and again. Yan Siyi's complacent mood slowly sank.

He found something wrong. No matter how fast he accelerated, he couldn't get rid of Shen Shu behind him.

Yan Siyi felt a chill down his spine, and inexplicably felt like he was being controlled and teased.

"Do you like Yan Siyi?" Shen Shu glanced at Tan Yu'an leisurely.

Tan Yu'an was so scared of the high speed that she kept her eyes closed. After hearing Shen Shu's answer, she replied without thinking, "I like it."

After she reacted, she quickly opened her eyes and looked at Shen Shu awkwardly.

Before she could argue, she saw Shen Shu suddenly smile wickedly and said in a low voice: "You might as well like me. I'm much more handsome than him. Open your eyes and see how I play with him."