wild love theory

30.

Xu Huansen stroked his hair thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and walked towards Stringer.

Stinger is doing a serious inspection of his blue car, a convertible Porsche 911 turbos, one of the most powerful classic land coupes of the era.Turbo charging and more air intake, flat and streamlined front, lightweight interior, excellent power level, combined with better aerodynamic design, these are the reasons why 911 turbos stand out.

Although 911 turbos is a classic model, from Xu Huansen's point of view, Stinger's choice is a bit too standard.In recent years, more and more wealthy people have chosen the third generation of Porsche electric car taycan, and the brand has a tendency to become a street car in China.

Xu Huansen likes top and rare ones, so he is very subtle in his heart. He even has a little disdain for Porsche.

In order to pay tribute to the nostalgic theme to the end, tonight is RT (precise timing). The 3-kilometer distance is strictly controlled within 285 seconds, neither too fast nor too slow. This kind of gameplay is the rule, which evolved from the international rally.

That's not Porsche's forte.

The movement of the classic car body driven by the four tires is the real meaning. If you really want to challenge the number of time, Xu Huansen's blue calf can easily do it.

"I'm looking forward to competing with you." Xu Huansen held out his left hand to Stringer.

Stringer seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he couldn't observe the expression. He seemed to be hesitating, and finally reached out and shook his hand politely.

Both of them felt the other's toughness through their hands.

It's easy to shake hands and hard to let go.

The more generous and affectionate the handshake, the more contradictory and unnatural it is when you let go.

Xu Huansen smiled as calmly and affectionately as possible, "Then... come on."

Stringer didn't speak, and no one had actually heard him speak in the first place.

Since the cars participating in the battle are all coupe convertibles, there is an additional rule, that is, open the top at the start, and the convertible sports car must close the top when rushing to the finish line.

Each brand and each model has a start and top completion time. If the car is running, it needs to slow down to complete.

Therefore, if you want to win this game, you must not only fight for technology but also for strategy.

Xu Huansen was rather reckless, he was full of confidence, and without even thinking about it, he kicked the floor oil to make the Mavericks run at high speed. The sound of the V10 engine was enough to make the blood spurt.Eighteen years ago, the Lamborghini Hurricane Spider ran the death track of New North in 18 minutes and 6 seconds, beating the record held by the land god Porsche 46, which shows its strength.

So tonight, Xu Huansen felt that he could still keep Lamborghini in this style.He is very familiar with this track. He memorizes the braking points and lines of each corner. He can control the friction between the tires and the ground to the limit while cornering at high speed, so that the tires can infinitely approach their corners. Maximum static friction for extreme speed.

This is the last lap. From the rearview mirror, it can be observed that No.2 has left four spaces behind Xu Huansen, and the blue 911 can’t see the shadow unexpectedly. He starts to loosen the accelerator because he has to control the exact timing cross the line.

The cold wind hit his helmet, and the speed controlled his blood. He felt that he had turned into a speck of dust, galloping between heaven and earth.

Less than 50 meters in front of us is the last turning back of this race. The D-shaped steering wheel began to sway slightly from side to side non-stop, and Xu Huansen eased off the accelerator a little more, and he was about to slow down and close his hood.

If you are cornering at high speed, the frequency of the steering wheel swing will be very fast. At this time, Xu Huansen has no opponents. He loosened the accelerator to the maximum, and then turned left and right to stabilize the front of the car. The pointer on the speed dashboard gradually fell from large to small. .

He pressed the hood control button.

There was a slight mechanical sound behind him, and a black barrier slowly formed above his head, isolating him from the wind.

The world suddenly became much quieter.

Sooner or later, a blue phantom appeared whizzingly, entered the inward bend from the left side, and brushed past Xu Huansen's car at a speed as fast as lightning.

——Xu Huansen let Stringer pass him in that ghost-like blue Porsche without blinking.

With a click of "Peng", it was the sound of the parts finally snapping together, and the computer prompt told Xu Huansen that the roof was closed successfully.

But he lost the game.

He was more than 3 seconds slower than Stinger, which would be enough to throw him four laps if it was a real rally.Because with the passage of time, the spirit under high tension will loosen, and he does not have the strong willpower to achieve the ultimate of himself.He admits he's still too amateur compared to Stringer.

Xu Huansen is not someone who can't afford to lose, he just needs to lose to be convinced.

"Wait," Xu Huansen called to Stringer who was about to leave, "Mr. Si..."

Stringer turned his head, as if not quite understanding what was going on.

Xu Huansen calmly ran forward and stopped the other party.

"You..." Xu Huansen looked at him with powerful and sizing eyes, as if he was dissecting the other party's real flesh and blood, "Do you have anything else to do later? Would you like to have a drink as a favor?" ?”

Stringer didn't speak, tilted his head as if looking at Xu Huansen, then waved his hands coldly.

Xu Huansen was not discouraged, continued to laugh, and made a graceful gesture with his right hand, "If you are afraid of drunk driving, I have a full-time driver waiting for you, you can..."

Before the words were finished, the bell suddenly rang loudly, and Xu Huansen's smiling face turned into a frown.

He froze his body, waiting for the ringtone to disappear, but the phone seemed to have been bombarded, chasing him and bombing.Helpless, I could only pick up the phone, and said impatiently: "I have something to do, let's talk quickly."

Seeing him entangled in the phone, Stringer prepares to leave.

While answering the phone, Xu Huansen took two steps forward to stop him.With a smile on his face, he stared at Stringer without turning his eyes, and suddenly said in surprise: "What did you say? Are you injured? Hospitalized, which hospital? Do you need me to come over... Clam, What the hell, who do you want me to check? Han Wei? Just this name..."

Stringer also stopped at this moment, seeming to be infected by Xu Huansen's surprise.

Xu Huansen smiled at him apologetically, covered the microphone, raised a finger, and said apologetically, "Give me a minute, and my side will be fine soon."

Stringer remained silent, but nodded unexpectedly.

Xu Huansen closed the line, and started to apologize again in a hurry, "I'm a good buddy, I have something important to do."

Stringer didn't say a word, Xu Huansen ventured closer, staring curiously at the helmet that the other party refused to take off. If it wasn't for the heaving chest, Xu Huansen really thought he was a robot.

Seeing him coming, Stringer dodged for a moment, then took out his mobile phone, moved his fingers quickly, and under Xu Huansen's puzzled gaze, typed a line and showed it to him:

It's inconvenient today, please make an appointment another day.

Xu Huansen opened his mouth to say something, but Stringer typed out another line:

You did a great job and have a chance to compete again.

Xu Huansen got the praise, he was in a good mood, naturally he was no longer stubborn, he turned sideways, very easy to talk to.

Stringer nodded at him and walked to his car.Xu Huansen watched him get in the car and leave.

Xu Huansen took off his racing gloves, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and suddenly thought that he didn't leave a contact information, so it depends on a chance meeting again?

31.

Although Yang Ou's injury was not serious, he had stitches after all.It doesn't matter if you can't shoot the movie for a while, there are still many jobs that don't need to show your face waiting for Yang Ou.

Before staying in the hospital for two days, Su Minmin told Yang Ou that the crew wanted to take advantage of this gap to let him and Xing Wanghai record the theme song.

Yang Ou was not surprised, Xing Wanghai had notified him on WeChat in the morning.

After lunch, Xing Wanghai also asked for leave from the film crew, and was going to pick up Yang Ou from the hospital and go to the recording studio together.

People from the tidbits team came to say hello to Xing Wanghai, and gave Xing Wanghai a thin piece of paper.

Xing Wanghai was confused, and the other party explained that this is the script for today's song recording.

Do you need a script to record a song?Xing Wanghai frowned.

"Ms. Xing, it's like this. A lot of things happened to Mr. Yang a few days ago. There was a hot search before. Although the news of the injury and hospitalization did not leak, we still want to prevent problems before they happen. Release a little bit of Reuters to consolidate the drama's popularity."

"Reuters?" Xing Wanghai dusted the paper in his hand, "It says, let Yang Ou and I play and sing a love song..."

The other party smiled flatteringly, "This should be your strong point, besides, you haven't sung on a public platform for several years, fans should be very happy, ...... you can also swipe a song by the way. The topic of wave. You can choose any song, and we have prepared the guitar..."

Xing Wanghai held the paper, gritted his teeth and replied, "All right."

"By the way, this is a surprise. Don't tell Teacher Yang in advance."

Xing Wanghai waved his hand, meaning "Got it".

Yang Ou took the gauze and asked Su Minmin to help with her hair.

"How about wearing a hat?" Su Minmin suggested.

Yang Ou thought for a while, "Alright, don't make such trouble."

After getting into the car, Yang Ou realized something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Yang Ou pointed to the van behind and asked Xing Wanghai, "Is there still a camera today?"

Xing Wanghai glanced weakly at Yang Ou, "Yeah, we're making sideshows."

Yang Ou pressed the brim of his hat reflexively, "Aren't we just going to record a song? Are we going to shoot a MV?"

Xing Wanghai frowned and pondered, raised his head and said solemnly: "You asked a good question, but I don't know the answer either."

Seeing his serious look, Yang Ou couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter? Do you know anything?"

"No, it's nothing..." In fact, Xing Wanghai was just thinking about which song to sing in his mind, and he quickly broke the subject, "Hey, I think you are very energetic in your speech today. You have to play well!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his face to look out of the window, lest Yang Ou ask any more questions.It was so hard for him to hide his thoughts.

Yang Ou's heart flickered.

"I've never heard you sing live, and I'm looking forward to it."

Xing Wanghai turned his head slowly, rubbing his fingers, a little nervous: "...Do you really want to hear it?"

"Of course," Yang Ou smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."

Xing Wanghai rubbed the tip of his nose, and his ears suddenly felt hot.

Is it such an exciting thing to be expected?Xing Wanghai put his hands on his chest, thinking of the first time he saw the Tengger Desert under the starry sky.

Climbing up the dunes, the constellation Orion shines among the nebulae.He stands under the Milky Way, and the world is boundless.

The wind is still the wind, the sky is still the sky, and the road ahead is still the road.

But Xing Wanghai knew that at that moment, something changed.