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

"Alas, the outcome has already been decided just after the halfway point of the competition."

"If the two of them were driving cars of the same performance, Shen Shu might still have a chance of winning."

"Shen Shu is not as amazing as the outside world says. What kind of talented young racing girl is this? I think she is still a little bit behind Yan Siyi."

"..."

The spectators looked at the two racing cars lined up in a row and chasing each other closely, and they all started talking aloud.

From their perspective, the Ford Mustang driven by Shen Shu had such poor performance and his driving skills were not at all advantageous, so he could only lag behind and struggle to catch up.

Seeing this, Zou Xiang and others in the returning convoy had no worries at all and raised their glasses in advance to celebrate the victory.

Zeng Wenyun sneered with glee, what a talented young female racer, she was nothing but a scumbag in front of Young Master Yan.

Suddenly, the cell phone in the handbag rang. Zeng Wenyun took it out and pressed the answer button.

"Hey Qianqian, why didn't you come to watch the game tonight?"

"I'm sorry, Wenyun, something happened at home and I can't make it."

"What's there to be sorry about? I'd like to trouble you to say hello to your father for me."

Zeng Wenyun's expression changed, revealing a somewhat flattering look.

The few followers behind her knew at a glance that she was talking to the new transfer student, He Qianqian.

In their Xingluowan High School, apart from those top big families, the only person who could make Zeng Wenyun bow down and please her was He Qianqian.

The reason is simple, because He Qianqian's father is the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau who was newly transferred from Zhengzhou to Shanghai. It can be said that the businesses of most people's families on campus are under his jurisdiction.

The people in the Baituo team sat in an open space with a depressed look on their faces. Han Fei pulled the dry grass on the ground with his hands and kept muttering, "It's over, not only can we not come to Sheshan anymore, but Shen Shu's reputation has also been ruined."

At the beginning, Lei Dong could still comfort everyone and use the throttle to drift, which gave them a glimmer of hope. But now both of them can do it, and their skills are almost the same.

At present, unless the car can fly, the chance of winning is almost zero.

Song Zhen hadn't slept well for several days because of the competition. He looked very haggard and had no intention of taking care of the new stubble on his chin.

The atmosphere of the Baituo convoy at this time was completely different from that of the returning convoy next to them that was celebrating with drinks.

He took out the last cigarette from the cheap cigarette box and lit it. He lowered the brim of his hat and looked up at the big screen not far away. He slowly said, "Although our car is an old model, the brakes and anti-lock systems are completely different from the new models now."

"Nowadays, there are many road rules, and these hardware have restrictions. But in the past, there were no restrictions on cars."

Wu Mingyuan, who had been concentrating on watching the game, was stunned when he heard this. After thinking for a moment, he asked back, "Coach, what you mean is that our car may not be slower than that Mercedes-AMG?"

Lei Dong and Han Fei looked up in shock. They had always driven older cars, so they didn't know much about these things. This was the first time they heard of such a statement.

Song Zhen nodded affirmatively and looked at the white car with twinkling eyes.

"Our car has a high upper limit, but it also has a fatal weakness. When it reaches the upper limit, the car will drift and be difficult to control."

"In that situation, throttle drift is useless. But there is a way to corner that can perfectly turn this weakness into an advantage."

Song Zhen's voice revealed a sense of vicissitudes. He was not sure whether Shen Shu would use that method, but he could see that Yan Siyi had become a bird in a cage.

The tires rubbed against the road, making a harsh sound and also raising a stream of wet sand and dust.

Because the two cars were too close, Shen Shu's vision was always obscured by the dust.

Tan Yu'an looked at this scene in horror. They could hardly see the road ahead. How could Shen Shu still speed up and drive forward? !

Yan Siyi's hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He no longer felt as comfortable as before.

Fu Shaoyu's face didn't look very good either. He was just an amateur car enthusiast and couldn't withstand such a high speed.

Yan Siyi found that no matter how fast he accelerated, he could not get rid of Shen Shu, and the distance between the two cars could always be maintained at about a few dozen centimeters.

Moreover, when they reached a sandy section of the road, Shen Shu was able to continue following closely without being affected by the car in front!

There is only one possibility, that is, Shen Shu's driving skills are far better than his own, and she has been teasing him from beginning to end, using this method to break down his psychological defenses.

From the audience's perspective, it was Shen Shu who was catching up. Only by sitting in the front car could one feel the despair and suffocation that could not be escaped.

This game of chasing between cat and tiger is a double torture to the body and mind.

"Sister... Can I call you sister? I want to vomit, can you let me vomit in the car?"

Tan Yu'an covered her mouth tightly and retched. She had indeed been able to hold on longer than most people. After all, a professional racing driver's car was not something that a human could ride in.

"Starting to feel uncomfortable? Then hold on to the handrails, I'll finish the game."

Shen Shu was also tired of this chasing game. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned the steering wheel and switched to the outer lane.

She lazily raised her rosy lips, and her fair, cold, delicate face seemed even more mysterious and unfathomable in the dim carriage.

At this time, the race officially entered the second half, and a series of consecutive S-bends were waiting here.

Fu Shaoyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the Ford Mustang that was chasing him suddenly disappear in the rearview mirror.

But in the next moment, a white car shadow suddenly rushed out from the outer lane on the left like a ghost.

In just a breath, the two cars once again reproduced the scene of driving side by side at the beginning.

Before the audience could react, they saw the shabby white racing car speeding past Yan Siyi's Mercedes-Benz AMG at an extremely terrifying speed and re-occupied the inner lane.

In that split second, the situation suddenly changed.

Song Zhen suddenly realized and stood up excitedly. He knew what she was going to do!

The members of the Baituo team looked confused and looked at their coach in confusion. Isn't it normal to overtake?

Just when everyone thought that the two were going to start a new game of cat and mouse, a scene that no one expected appeared on the big screen.

In the second half of the track, there was a drainage ditch between the inner lane and the mountain wall, which was not present in the first half.

And before the upcoming double S-turn, the old Ford Mustang continued to accelerate.

Some knowledgeable people have already noticed that the car is drifting and it is impossible to continue drifting with the throttle. The slightest mistake will result in the car being destroyed and people dying.

Shen Shu turned the steering wheel and crashed the car into the mountain wall. Tan Yu'an's lips trembled with fear. The imagined collision did not happen, but the right side of the car suddenly sank and got stuck in the drainage ditch.

The high-speed friction between the tires and the drainage ditch created a long string of dazzling sparks in the dark night.

In the blink of an eye, the white Ford Mustang easily turned the corner and appeared in front of the next bend.

"The drainage ditch has a bend? It's the drainage ditch that has a bend! Am I seeing things?"