Wild King Trap [E-sports]

Chen Lin crushed the cigarette, spat, and said with a smile or not: "It doesn't matter if I run or not, you don't need to fuck me just because the car is not good enough, just embarrass me."

Yu Duo shrugged and didn't even look back. He stepped on the accelerator and entered the track with a bang.

Four or five colorful supercars lined the track: an orange Ferrari 812, a green Lamborghini Aventador, a painted McLaren 675LT, and Chen Lin's red Ferrari 488pista.

All standard supercars.

There have always been people who have been arguing about what the standard of a "supercar" is. Professionals will analyze it one by one from the engine, driving mode, and even the number of passengers, but they don't know anything about the vehicle configuration and don't care. Simply and rudely define a supercar as a "sports car with more than 500 million landings".

Those who came to lap the track today belonged to this group of rich people, and they also belonged to those who drove supercars.

The young man leaning against the door of the pink McLaren car was smoking a cigarette, holding his arms in his arms, which is not too cold for a big winter. The Internet celebrity in thin black stockings sneered, half surprised and half contemptuous: "I read it right, right?" ? GT-R is here? Chinese New Year, why are you looking for everyone?"

This Internet celebrity also knows the three car logos of Lamborghini, Ferrari and Rolls-Royce, leaning on the man's arms and whispering: "What is GTR?"

"Trash—" the man wanted to say "garbage" casually, but he remembered that the owner of this GT-R car could not be sure who came here to make up the money. At least he didn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, so he couldn't be too embarrassing , so he changed his mouth and said, "It's nothing. An old car has been eliminated for 800 years."

The owner of the Ferrari 812 behind him had sharp eyes, and recognized that the driver of the GT-R was the professional player named Yu Duo from the Chen Lin Club. He exchanged glances with another owner, and they joined their "Supercar Squad" by coincidence. WeChat group.

The wechat group members are all members of their supercar club, but Yu Duo has never been in their club, so he is not in the group.

"Brother Chen, did you bring him here?" 812 asked in the group.

Chen Lin: "I brought it here."

812 sent a "laughing and crying" emoji: "No way, Brother Chen, let's just drive for fun with a few buddies, why are you going to the annual staff meeting, let alone whether his car can run, the main thing is ours. It's not from the same circle, it's not easy to mix together."

812 said it euphemistically, but in fact, it is "who is this person who just plays games? Does he deserve to hang out with us?"

This euphemism is also for Chen Lin's sake. ——If Chen Lin hadn't brought him here, they would have kicked him out a long time ago.

Chen Lin replied after a while: "Isn't it? Xiaoyu's father lives next door to yours. I don't think your father is complaining."

Chen Lin posted again: "But his broken car is really not up to standard. I told him to change it, but he is not willing to change it. He can run anyway, so let him do it."

The last sentence was for Chen Lin to make amends for himself. After all, he also felt that Yu Duo's broken car had disgraced him, but everyone in the group immediately focused all their attention on the first sentence.

812:"???"

812: "My dad lives next door to his dad??"

812 suddenly reacted: "Fuck, these two Yu are the same Yu, Yu Duo and Yu Shenping are father and son???"

Chen Lin: "Otherwise? Do you really think I'm here for the staff annual meeting?"

The owner of the pink McLaren with his arms around the Internet celebrity heard the news and glanced impatiently... He almost coughed out the smoke in his mouth.

The news in the group has been swiped for a while, and several pages have been turned up.

In the end, the owner of the Lamborghini posted a series of "..." and asked in the group: "What year is this year? Is there any Feng Shui? Why are the rich second generations crowding into the e-sports circle?"

He @陈林: "Do you still have a place in your team? How about I go to your club to play as a substitute next year? Maybe I can win the championship. Once my dad is happy, he will stop scolding me every day for not doing my job properly."

Chen Lin: "..."

Chen Lin: "Young poor, with your second silver level, don't embarrass our team."

At six o'clock, there were still faint fish-scale clouds in the night sky, but it was already dark, and the lights along the track were brightly lit, and the sky was slightly purple. These rich second generations are really not short of money, and a few people smashed it A few million dollars booked a three-four hour racing track, and also found a group of models and small internet celebrities to set up a hot spot outside the track circle.

Several supercars turned slowly onto the racing track, not driving fast, but the sound waves shook the sky.

The owner of the McLaren took a deep puff on his cigarette...he just liked the sound of the supercar that seemed to blast people into the sky.He controls the steering wheel with one hand, leans on the car door with the other hand and brags loudly: "When my Koenigsegg Jesko arrives in China next year, I will drive it over and show you, let you see what a goddamn god is." car!"

The owner of the 812 lit a cigarette for himself, smiled vaguely and said, "Koenigsegg... it's okay, I can't tell the difference between this car and the Bugatti Veyron, and I get tired of it after a few times. The best car is always the next car you buy."

"That's right, no car can compare to a new car that hasn't been driven before." McLaren didn't brag, a little annoyed, but agreed with 812's words.

But McLaren immediately found the next place where he was bragging, slammed the door, grinned to the ears, like an excited mad dog: "I just changed the engine and rear spoiler of this car, and it will be fucking Let me show you what a fucking speed is!"

Several cars have already opened a large distance, rolling on different starting lines.

The owner of the 812 car turned around when he heard the words, stretched his neck, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground: "Modified car...you dare to drive it, anyone who drives a modified car will die. Just blow it up on the road, and you won’t be able to pick up the dead body.”

"Fuck you, can you say something auspicious during the Chinese New Year? Who the hell wants to blow up the car?" McLaren pouted on the ground, but his words did not lose his prestige. Girls are cowards."

The "girl" sitting next to the McLaren was shot innocently, but she had to laugh with her and dared not speak.

The referee wearing the red hat was already in place, and 812 stopped chatting with McLaren, and turned its attention back to the car, waiting breathlessly for the referee to get ready before firing the gunshot.

The referee stood on the platform, raised a red and yellow flag, and pointed the starting gun at the sky——

The referee waved the flag, and at the same time, there was a "bang" starting gun!

There was a bang!

This bang seemed to come out of the ground suddenly, and rushed straight to the sky. It turned out that the sound waves of supercars in the field were already noisy enough, and the sound of bombing the field directly covered everything that was silent. The steering wheel in 812's hand and the gas pedal on his foot seemed to be shaking along with it.

Then, he swept away and rode away.

812 was startled suddenly and forgot to start on the spot.

He stared blankly at the white smoke in front of him: "...Damn it, is this still a GT-R? It's so fucking modified that there's only one original GT-R logo left, right?"

Chen Lin watched as a dark gray car overtook him like a ghost...Chen Lin regretted his life. At that speed, on this straight road, a supercar would have to speed up to more than [-] if the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom, and if there was a mistake, it would be reported in the newspaper as "Heaven is jealous of talents".

But Chen Lin's car had already accelerated to more than [-], and the GT-R passed beside him, and it was still accelerating!

"Fuck," Chen Lin scolded, "Did Yu Duo fucking die??"

Yu Duo doesn't know if he wants to die. Anyway, the owner of the pink McLaren thinks that the driver of the GT-R is either crazy or an idiot... How the hell is there such a thing? ? ?

The Xijiao track is a mountain track track, with gentle uphill and downhill, and not many curves, but the lanes with curves are extremely narrow, and there can be at most one and a half cars in parallel...Everyone's starting line is different Yes, because the comparison of laps is the speed of laps, not who gets to the finish line where the referee is first.

This time, they agreed to do four laps, and they will finish the lap faster than anyone else. One lap will be [-] kilometers, and four laps will be [-] kilometers.

If you have to talk about the starting line, then McLaren is the one at the front of the starting line, and the GT-R is the last one.

But McLaren saw the gray GT-R chasing from behind with its lights on, the wind howled, and the shadows of the entire mountain forest seemed to overlap on the sunroof of the car, and the chasing car The car is like a gray shadow.

McLaren scolded "fuck" fiercely, and thought to himself, you still want to catch up with me?Step on the gas pedal.

The rumbling exhaust valve hissing was deafening, but McLaren enjoyed it instead... He just likes this sound, as if the whole world is ringing for him, and he is the protagonist of this world.

But just as McLaren sneered and said, "Can't you catch up?", from the corner of the eye, he suddenly saw the red "R" logo of the GT-R from the rearview mirror.

Then the GT-R continued to speed up, as if it couldn't see the sign on the navigation that there was a curve ahead, and didn't know how to write and pronounce the words "curve deceleration", so it came up to keep pace with McLaren.

From the jet-black translucent car window, McLaren can only catch a glimpse of a cold white jaw line from the corner of the eye.

Navigation reminder:

"The curve ahead! Please slow down! The curve ahead! Please slow down!"

The man in the GT-R remained indifferent, he pushed the accelerator to the bottom, slammed the steering wheel, and rushed straight to the front of the McLaren... McLaren turned pale for a moment, thinking that the man had gone crazy and wanted to Collided with him to die together, but then realized that this person didn't want to crash with him, but wanted to steal his way!

To turn a corner, two cars cannot drive in parallel, they can only pass one behind the other: the two of them must be in order.

McLaren sneered again... Want to steal his way?Did you wake up from the dream?

McLaren stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the pale-faced Internet celebrity screamed, clutching the car door, digging the finished nails into the leather armrest: "Liu, Liu Shao!" She dared not Said you don't drive so fast, I was afraid, so I said with a pale face, "I, I'm dizzy! I want to vomit..."

"You fucking shut up!" McLaren stared at the gray GT-R from the corner of his eye. "I still don't believe I can't outrun you!"

The driveway went downhill and became narrower and narrower, and the curve ahead could already be seen.

The distance between the two cars is inevitably getting closer and closer, until the rearview mirror of the McLaren almost wipes the rearview mirror of the GT-R.

McLaren's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to break free from his chest, and his mind was full of "this kid will definitely let it go", "it's impossible not to let it go", "where the hell did this come from Neuropathy"……

The driveway is still narrowing, still narrowing...

There was a sharp metal tearing sound!

The McLaren rearview mirror was cut in half in an instant, but the GT-R was not much better. There was a deep and long scratch on the body, and seeing 100 meters or 200 meters ahead, the two cars must be They had to collide together, and at the average speed of the two of them, scrapping the car would be the second priority. In such a collision, no one would be able to survive...

"Fuck you!" There was a harsh sound of brake pads braking to the bottom, and the McLaren slammed to a stop at the curve, pulling a long gray-white brake mark on the racing track.

But the GT-R didn't even stop, the car speeded up to the highest speed, and only a dark gray shadow could be seen clearly on the spot. When it rushed to the curve, Panasonic throttled, threw the rear of the car, drifted through the corner, and then accelerated to the straight line. Go, it also exploded McLaren's white car exhaust.

McLaren was so angry that he would almost be overwhelmed for a while... But when he let go of his hands from the steering wheel and wanted to open the car door to curse the street, he suddenly realized that his palms and back were soaked with sweat, Both legs were so soft that they could not be pulled up.

Chen Lin was driving neither fast nor slow, with a focus on stability, but he had just driven to the first bend, and he saw the familiar pink McLaren parked not far from the bend, with its headlights on. The car doesn't look like it's been in an accident either.

So Chen Lin didn't stop. After all, lapping was a matter of speed, so he honked the horn, thinking that he would come back after he finished running and ask what was going on...

But as soon as Chen Lin passed by, he received a voice message on WeChat, and his co-pilot partner thoughtfully broadcast it for him:

McLaren's voice was broken, and for some reason, he was still crying: "Chen Lin! Where the hell did you find this crazy!?? I almost ran away!!"

Chen Lin: "?"

four laps.

Eighty kilometers.

This time Chen Lin was not the last one. When he finished four laps and returned to the starting line, he saw Yu Duo's modified GT-R and the green Lamborghini stopped at the starting line.

This time he was actually third for an unprecedented time.

"35 minutes, 15 seconds and [-]." The referee pinched the chronograph of the sensor line and said.

Chen Lin was a little disappointed again: this time the results were similar to his last time.

In the freezing cold, Yu Duo leaned against the side of the car and smoked slowly. A wisp of white smoke swirled upwards, and he couldn't tell whether it was the smoke or the white air exhaled from his mouth.

Chen Lin drove over, lowered the window, and said with a smile, "The run is over? Who is the first of the two of you?"

Lamborghini pointed at Yu Duo with a wink.

Yu won the first place?

This was the first time Chen Lin asked Yu Duo to do laps, and he had run together before, but he never went to the racing track with a referee so seriously, he just ran for fun.

"So awesome?" Chen Lin asked in surprise.

He first asked Lamborghini: "How long have you been running?"

"Three ten minutes and nine seconds," said Lamborghini, "this time breaking our club record."

The previous club record was 10 minutes and 29 seconds... After all, they are not professional drivers, and the western suburbs track is also difficult. There are uphill and downhill, and there are sharp curves on the mountain road. This time is enough.

The last time the record was broken was when a buddy from their club hired a professional driver to follow him and ran back and forth four or five times before shortening the record by more than ten seconds at one time.

"That's fine!" But Chen Lin became even more curious, "What about Yu Duo? What grades does he have?"

Lamborghini was silent for a while, then raised his chin: "Ask him yourself."

Chen Lin: "?"

Chen Lin turned his head: "Then what are your grades?"

Yu Duo frowned slightly, and puffed out a puff of smoke: "I remember...it was 24 minutes and a few seconds, right? I can't remember the exact details."

Chen Lin: "...???"

"I'm done brushing circles, and I'll help you break a record by the way." Yu Duo bit his cigarette, raised his eyelids, and smiled a little, "Can I run freely now?"

"Fuck," Chen Lin was taken aback, and subconsciously turned the steering wheel to make way for Yu Duo, "You, you can do whatever you want."

……

This gang of rich second-generation people booked the venue until ten o'clock sharp, but they didn't make it until dawn tomorrow morning. It's not because they are short of money, but because they can go out and have fun on New Year's Eve, but they can't go out of their way. It's time to go home and see you for the New Year. The elders still have to see each other.

Before ten o'clock, I was the master of the track, and after ten o'clock I went home and called him master.

Yu Duo didn't bother to talk to others, so he ran the track by himself.

The pink McLaren was so angry that he wanted to come over and fight Yu Duo, but he scolded Yu Duo a few times with his red neck and blushing face, and found that Yu Duo didn't pay any attention to him. " and one mouthful of "Brother Liu, forget it", I found a step for myself and went down.

But there was no need to run for four hours. After running for less than an hour, these rich second generations got bored and started paddling in the car with the Internet celebrities and models they had found.

Some Internet celebrities recognized the owner of the GT-R as Yu Duo, and wanted to come and talk to Yu Duo, but Yu Duo basically stayed on the track from the beginning to the end, and went out again after driving back to fill up the gas, and they did not strike up a conversation Chance.

Before eight o'clock, the "Superrunning Squad" was completely dismissed, and those who had opened rooms went to open rooms, and those who rushed to the next night show went to the next night show.

Chen Lin was not one of those who came out to fool around every day, but he was ready to leave after everyone dispersed, and stopped beside Yu Duo: "Brothers are all ready to leave, what's the matter with you? Go back to the base?" Chen Lin smiled ambiguously Smiling, she pouted at the bunch of models, "Or do you choose one too, and take it home to open a room for New Year's Eve?"

"I'm kidding." Yu Duo snorted, dusted off the cigarette ash, and looked relaxed, "Change the car later, come back and continue running."

"...You don't fucking plan to run until dawn on New Year's Eve, do you?" Chen Lin asked.

"Why not?" Yu Duo took a look at Chen Lin, "Boss, is the team on vacation now?"

The donkey's head is wrong with the horse's mouth. What he asked is whether there is a holiday?

But Chen Lin also knew Yu Duo's temper, and no one could persuade him, and if Yu Duo wanted to pretend to be stupid, no one could shake him.Chen Lin laughed angrily, turned on the engine with a bang, and put his hands on the steering wheel: "Okay, then you can do whatever you want, you have a good holiday, run the track well, no one cares about you, I'll go back first... See."

Yu Duo didn't bother to raise his hand, but just raised his chin: "See you later. I wish you a new year and a very happy new year. Next time, try not to run away when no one abstains from running."

With a heavy hand, Chen Lin turned a corner and almost turned onto a road signpost.

Yu Duo turned around and got into the car, kicked the accelerator to overtake Chen Lin, and drove away from the track.

It was pitch black.

There is no moon and no stars tonight, all hidden in thick clouds.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Yu regained the base.

On the way, he also contacted the repair shop and made an appointment for car repair and painting after the year.

After parking the car back to the original parking space, Yu Duo took the GT-R key, went upstairs to change the key for the McLaren P1, and returned to the parking garage...

When he came back, in the cold light, there was a tall man parked in the parking garage. His profile was clear and handsome, his head was slightly lowered, and a simple silver stud on his ear gleamed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man raised his head and looked straight at Yu Duo.

Yu Duo rolled his throat a few times and stopped beside the car.

On New Year's Eve, I saw a person in the parking garage who could not have been here...

The two stared at each other for a long time, Yu Duo smiled, opened the passenger car door with a click, and looked at Lin Huinan provocatively: "Dare you come?"

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