formula superstar

"This is the Shanghai Grand Prix of the 2033 F1 World Championship. There are still 5 minutes before the race to be held today, but the atmosphere on the field is already in full swing! The beauty of the car, the hot May Shanghai, on the Shanghai International Circuit, Tens of thousands of spectators waved the LOGO flags of each team, and the sound of madness was about to soar into the sky!

ah!Now what we see is Ivey of Red Bull Racing. As a veteran of F1, his strength is still unabated this year.In yesterday's qualifying race, he scored 1:26 and got pole position! "

The on-site commentator spoke excitedly, and a blond-haired and green-eyed figure appeared on the big screens around the arena.Dressed in a Red Bull racing suit, he is tall and has a deeply contoured face.At this time, when the camera turned around, he showed a sunny smile.Is a full-fledged European and American handsome guy.

On the other side, Mo Fei and Mo Yanji finally squeezed into the seat.Could it be that he was taken aback by the atmosphere of the scene - he had only seen such a lively scene during the panic buying in the supermarket.He scratched his head, still wearing the work clothes he hadn't had time to take off.Although the weather was not hot in May, it was unbearably hot in such a venue and among the crowd. He looked like a strange person in his long-sleeved overalls.

Mo Fei sweated with his arms, and called Mo Yanji to his side.

Their location is near the finish line, which is an excellent viewing point.

Suddenly, Mo Yanji tugged on Mo Fei's sleeve.He turned his eyes and saw that Mo Yanji had already imitated the people around him and put on the headsets equipped on each seat, and then pointed to the button on the armrest of the seat at Mofei.

Could it be that when he put on the earphones, he heard a voice—"The audience at seat number 199 requests to have a voice chat with you, please press Y if you accept, and N if you refuse. If you need other services, please press 'Help', thank you."

Could it be that he was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head to look for the buttons.After a while, the voice in the headset changed from the commentator's report to Mo Yanji's somewhat waxy voice.

"Did that man drive this kind of car last time?"

"Yeah, he was the champion of the year before last."

"Oh, so where is he now? Why doesn't he come out and let me meet?"

Could it be that before he had time to explain, the scene changed again on the big screen.Then waves of shouts broke out in the auditorium——

“观众朋友们！现在我们见到的便是中国的选手颜翼天！在前年取得总冠军后，全世界都记住了这颗F1赛车界的新星！来自东方的黑马！这次作为东道主，颜翼天在昨天的预赛上跑出了1分26秒032的成绩！和艾维只有0.01秒的距离！位列第二！啊！他戴上了法拉利车队的头盔准备出战了！”

From Mo Fei and Mo Yanji's side, they could clearly see dozens of cars slowly lined up according to the order of yesterday's preliminaries.

The roar of the engine was much more shocking than the sound of the kart, and the voice of the commentator in the headset was almost buried when sitting in a close position.

"The last minute!"

At this time, the auditorium gradually quieted down, and a row of red lights not far away gradually lit up, like the most eye-catching morning star in the whole world.It follows the rhythm of time, capturing everyone's breath——

The green light flashes instantly!

"Start!"

Dozens of racing cars galloped out like wild horses running wild.The hustle and bustle flew past the ears, leaving behind patches of shadows.

"Ah! Yan Yitian and Ivy entered the first corner side by side!"

The first corner after passing a straight line is usually a battleground.When several cars are congested, it is also the most likely to have loopholes and opportunities to overtake. It can be said that the first corner is a test of the driver's driving skills.

At this moment, Yan Yitian predicted that Ivy's traffic lane was right, and he accelerated to go around from the outside.As soon as we entered the corner, an urgent situation formed——

No one knows what Yan Yitian who is sitting in the car is thinking at this time, or he is not thinking about anything.He seemed to only see the track and the cars blocking him.In such a single pure thinking, the concentrated concentration is very amazing-it can judge the condition of one's own car and the traffic lane of the other party in less than half a second.

Shift gears, brakes!

"Ah! Is Yan Yitian going to overtake from the outside?!" The commentator was so excited that he seemed to be howling, but unfortunately, his voice weakened again in the next second, full of regret.

Because Ivey was the holeshot (the first driver to enter the corner), he kept the first place.He seemed to throw the rear wing out of the way as he approached the corner.

"Ah! Almost!" Mo Fei slapped his palm involuntarily, and his whole body was about to stand up, "Hurry up and catch up!"

"Well, if you don't overtake that corner, it's even more impossible on a straight line."

Could it be that he didn't notice other people's voices in his headset at all, he just asked subconsciously, "Why? I see that the two cars are very close together!"

The person on the other end of the conversation was silent for a moment, as if disdainful of the layman's words, "That's just the distance you can see with the naked eye. The speed of a formula car is beyond what you can imagine sitting here, one thousandth of a second The gap is also a considerable gap for the drivers on the track. Because the speed of each other is very fast, if you want to overtake, you must be at least a few tenths of a second faster than the other, and this super performance should be maintained for several laps. Generally Under such circumstances, you can’t take the chance that your opponent is suddenly one hundredth of a second slower than you.”

"Oh, so it's like this, you know... hey?!"

Could it be that the moment he nodded his head and turned around, he was frightened by the person in front of him - "Why are you?"

"why it's not me?"

Yan Qian was wearing a peaked cap and sitting behind Mo Fei and Mo Yanji with his legs crossed.

"How did you manage to talk to me without a voice request?"

"Voice request? I used to disassemble this thing when I was in elementary school." Yan Qian squinted slightly and looked at the big screen, then rubbed his eyes, and muttered, "I forgot to bring my contact lenses, shit!" He took out big black frame glasses from his bag and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"What hidden weapon?" Mo Yanji beside him couldn't help but look at Yan Qian.

"Hidden weapon? Brat, you came here through time travel, these are glasses! The most old-fashioned glasses! Do you think it is an improved version of the rainstorm pear blossom needle?!"

Yan Qian seemed to hate this pair of glasses, glanced at his face, grabbed Mo Yanji's bun face and pulled it to the sides.He said loudly while talking, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly..."

The corner of Mo Yanji's eyes twitched, he raised his hand and punched Yan Qian!

To Mo Yanji's surprise, Yan Qian actually took the punch and pulled Mo Yanji closer to him.I saw his face flushed red, and then he smiled so that the brows were about to bloom.

In fact, Yan Qian's black-rimmed glasses are not ugly, but it brings a little delicacy to his sloppy temperament.Handsome and delicate, he is simply the favorite prince charming in the hearts of adolescent girls.It's a pity that this white horse only likes to disassemble and assemble parts and fiddle with computer data, so that he became short-sighted early.

"Call me brother and I'll let you go." Yan Qian spread his legs slightly, squeezed Mo Yanji in, then rubbed Mo Yanji's little nose and smiled.

If Mo Yanji had been a woman, she would have scolded him as a "rogue" long ago, then kicked him between his legs, turned around and ran away.It's a pity that he is a man, and he is also a man who will not let it go.

Yan Qian thought that this stubborn child was going to fight back with his tongue again, but he didn't expect Mo Yanji to laugh.That was the first time he saw Mo Yanji smiling—the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes were deep, like melting snow in winter.

Just when he was in a daze, Mo Yanji gradually moved his face closer.Close enough to hear each other's breath—

Mo Yanji turned his head slightly and leaned towards Yan Qian's face.Then, he bit his nose hard!

"Wow!"

At this time, the surrounding audience finally heard the only sound coming from the headset, although it was a scream.

Could it be that he hugged his son with great difficulty and finally pulled him away from Yan Qian's arms.But the leader still had a cold face, with his neck raised slightly, as if to say—"Put it down and hit another hundred boards!"

Naturally, Yan Yitian has no way of knowing the situation here, and he also has no time to care about it. 20 laps later, Red Bull's Ivy is still ahead of him.

No flaws - worthy of the old-timers of F1.But no one will be flawless from beginning to end.There is no flaw now just because I haven't discovered his flaw yet.

This is my own mistake and I can't blame others at all.

Yan Yitian unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.In fact, he really enjoys the process of chasing, like hunting, patiently waiting for the best moment to catch the prey!

After exiting the tunnel, there is an S-shaped curve.In the few laps just now, Ivey took the best lane first, but this time on the last corner, Ivey made a mistake!Although it is a very small angle, Yan Yitian can still feel it - the friction sound of the tires and the ground, the vibration of the car body, the roar of the engine, etc., can really feel it, as if it is integrated with his own senses One...

opportunity!

"Friends of the audience, halfway through the race, the order of the troops in front remains unchanged, and Ivy is still leading the sprint... Ah! No! Yan Yitian tried to overtake again! This time he went around the outside line again! Drift! Oh my God! It's a four-wheel drift! He suppressed Ivy's traffic lane at a critical moment, and used four-wheel drift to bring it over! It's so beautiful! Did he succeed?!"

Did it work?No!No one knows until the last moment!

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Ivy approaching the inside line, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against him seemed to be roaring towards him with a hurricane...

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mo Fei: It rained heavily today.

Mo Yanji: Hmph.

Yan Qian: It was heavy rain, and the disasters in Hunan and Hubei were serious.

Mo Yanji: Hmph.

Yan Yitian: ...What a hard-working kid, even the heavy rain can't stop him from cheering for me!