"You're less than three seconds faster than the track record."
Hearing the result from Liang Chi, Chen Xiangbei took off his helmet, revealing a somewhat pale face, with an expression that was utterly calm, without any noticeable emotional change.
"What, kid, don't you have any reaction?"
Finally, Liang Chi couldn't hold it in.
As an elder in his forties, he couldn't contain the joy and excitement in his heart over Chen Xiangbei breaking the track record.
This kid acted as if it had nothing to do with him. Could it be that once he gets in the car, he abandons all human emotions?
"What reaction is needed?"
Chen Xiangbei retorted with a question.
Zhang Zhendong's achievements in the touring car field were impressive, but in the formula field, he was not considered a notable opponent.
For Chen Xiangbei, leading by three seconds was quite normal. If the car were a bit more powerful, or if he could regain his peak strength, leading by ten or eight seconds wouldn't be surprising.
