The low sound of the front engine continued, and Chu Fan put his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the starting line ahead.
At this moment, the lights on the scene focused again -
The racing girl wearing a black and gold three-point style walked to the center of the track again.
When she held the starting card high with both hands…, the pair of nipples strangled by the golden thread trembled slightly under the light, shining like jade, and the lines were exaggerated, shaking the surroundings to shout in a low voice.
Chu Fan's eyes were calm, but he just glanced at it subconsciously.
Just caught a glimpse of Song Zhiyu, who was the co-pilot.
Her heart tightened slightly, and for some reason she was a little blocked, so she pretended to be relaxed and said, "... Looks good, right? "
Chu Fan casually replied: "It's okay." "
The tone was very perfunctory, but it was this attitude that made Song Zhiyu feel a little more irritable.
"Hmph."
She snorted softly and turned her head away, but out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance at Chu Fan's lower body...
She quickly retracted her gaze, but her heart was inexplicably a little blocked.
On the other side, Wei Ziang leaned on the seat, holding a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept around the girl's chest line unscrupulously, squinted and smiled, and casually asked the woman in the passenger seat: "Your best friend?" "
The woman said softly.
Wei Ziang slowly spat out a toothpick and smiled frivolously: "In the evening, call her to my room." "
The woman's face remained unmoved, only bowing her head silently, but Wei Ziang no longer paid attention.
The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he swept towards the black car opposite, his eyes first swept over Song Zhiyu's cold and white face, and then fell on Chu Fan.
The eyes froze, and the corners of the mouth hooked:
"Zhiyu, don't blame me for being too ruthless!"
After saying that, he put on his white gloves, put them on the steering wheel, and stared forward.
Here, as the girl slowly turned around in the center of the track holding the starting sign and showed a lap to the surroundings, Chu Fan glanced at the co-pilot and said lightly:
"Fasten your seatbelt, it's time to start."
Song Zhiyu was upset, and when he heard the words, his tone was full of impatience: "Do you want to take care of me?" "
"It's not my first time drag racing!"
Chu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at her, and didn't understand which tendon this sister-in-law was wrong again, but he didn't say much, he just retracted his gaze and dropped a sentence faintly:
"It's up to you."
After saying that, he looked forward, holding the gear lever with one hand, his wrist bones were stiff, and blue veins appeared.
The roar of the engine rose sharply, and the racing girl slowly bent down to put down the sign.
Boom!
Five modified cars rushed out of the starting line at the same time, like a beast out of the cage.
The red Wei Ziang started first, occupying the innermost side, followed by the black Chu Fan, and the two cars started almost close to each other, with a difference of less than half a meter in the front of the car.
The remaining three cars lined up in a line, chasing after them from behind and accelerating like crazy.
The audience instantly boiled!
On the big screen, the picture of five cars speeding was pulled into a thrilling stream of light, and the emotions of the audience were completely ignited:
"Brother Wei first, Chu Fan bites so close - this dog is not timid!"
"There are three more cars chasing behind, and the snake bone bend is going to be blocked! This section is the most dangerous! "
"Look! Look at the big screen - does he really want to stick it in? "
The shouts in the audience came and went, and most people were cheering for Wei Ziang:
"Brother Wei rushed!"
"Don't let this kid overtake! \"
\" Come on, Brother Wei! "
He Xiaoyao stood on the edge of the crowd, clenched his fists, couldn't hold back his heartbeat, and couldn't help shouting:
"Chu Fan! him!! "
But her voice was too quiet, drowned out by others in the torrent.
Almost no one present was optimistic about Chu Fan.
Although he did win the Golden Retriever in the last game, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a technical pass.
Who is Wei Ziang? That is the recognized "folk car god" in the entire Yunzhou amateur car circle.
Although he has not yet reached the professional level, in this drag racing circle, his skills, car feel, and speed control are all ceiling-level existences.
As for Chu Fan?
Who is he?
In the eyes of some people, he can win the golden retriever just because he is lucky.
What's more, the car driven by the two was almost like a sky and an underground.
The red limited edition modified supercar at Wei Ziang's feet is almost tailor-made for crazy corners; And Chu Fan's black running is slightly better than the commuter bus commuting to and from work.
In their opinion -
This game was doomed from the beginning.
At this moment, Wei Ziang was steadily stuck in the inner passage, pressing the line with high precision on the steepest section of the snake bone. Looking at the black car in the rearview mirror, he curled the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.
"Oh, you still want to surpass me?"
He sneered and looked at Chu Fan in the rearview mirror, with contemptuous ruthlessness in his eyes.
"Do you really take yourself seriously?"
"This bend, I'll crush you to death!"
The red car suddenly cut the corner and stuck to the outside, with a posture of "if you want to overtake, you can only hit it".
But in the next second——
Chu Fan moved.
The black car did not retreat, but suddenly pressed inward!
The front of the car sank, and the tires were close to the ground and almost cut into the center of the corner!
"Hiss—he's crazy! He wants to cut inward?! "
"Lean! He is a blind spot! "
The big screen instantly gave the camera - the black car passed through the "narrow road" between the side of the red car and the mountain in a millimeter, and the inner road was extremely pressed, and mud debris was splashed!
Wei Ziang just wanted to tangent, but found -
In his rearview mirror, Chu Fan was gone.
"What?!"
He suddenly raised his head and glanced to the left-
The black car has appeared in the front third of his car!
At that moment, his face changed.
"Fuck ——!"
He was in a hurry to speed up again, but it was too late.
The black car was close to the center of the bend, throwing out a chic arc and completely "sweeping" from the front of his car.
"He, he's over!!"
"Chu Fan overtook successfully - damn, what angle is this!?"
"When he attached the line, the tires almost rubbed against the guardrail!!"
"That bend just now... It's too floating!! "
There was an explosive noise on the sidelines!
Cheers came and went, and some people raised their fists and roared excitedly:
"Crazy, crazy! He's crazy! This car feels so accurate! "
"Who is that black car? Brought by Song Zhiyu? This is a fucking fairy operation! "
Inside the red car -
The woman in Wei Ziang's co-pilot instantly turned pale, covering her mouth and shouting: "We... We were overtaken! "
"Shut up!"
Wei Ziang glared at her fiercely, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he grabbed the steering wheel tightly, gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word.
Chu Fan's black car has rushed into the next corner at this moment.
But what is really "uncomfortable" at this moment is not Wei Ziang.
It was him - Chu Fan himself.
It's not the car, it's his crotch.
At the moment of overtaking with the limit line just now, someone in the co-pilot finally had an accident -
Song Zhiyu, the sister-in-law Song Zhiyu who was hard-mouthed and didn't wear a seat belt.
And at that moment when the body almost flew sideways and bent, her whole body was directly thrown out of position and pounced on the position where he should not be pounced...
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