Chen Yang's reckless actions startled Ning Qiaoqian, who widened her eyes in horror. She knew perfectly well that at this speed, there was only one outcome: going off the track!
Staring at the approaching guardrail at high speed, Ning Qiaoqian couldn't help but close her eyes tightly.
A screech of brakes filled Ning Qiaoqian's ears, followed by a sudden, immense force. Her seatbelt snapped taut. Opening her eyes, Ning Qiaoqian saw the car had just reached the apex of the hairpin bend, the body swaying to the right at an extremely high speed.
In a mere second or two, Chen Yang executed several C-maneuvers, perfectly combining the handbrake, accelerator, and steering to bring the car back from the brink of loss of control. The car almost scraped the guardrail as it hurtled past. Ning Qiaoqian could almost feel a layer of paint being scraped off the car by the guardrail, but in the blink of an eye, without any collision, the car had passed the hairpin bend at near-theoretical speed.
Ning Qiaoqian felt so nervous she could hardly breathe. It had all happened in an instant, but as she experienced it, it felt like watching a slow-motion replay. Watching the guardrail gradually magnify in her vision—the thrill was indescribable.
After exiting the hairpin bend at high speed, the two cars were almost side-by-side.
Looking out the window, Ning Qiaoqian could see Afei's clenched teeth. Chen Yang, however, remained calm, as if the incredible cornering maneuver had nothing to do with him.
After the hairpin bend, just one more small turn and the long straight leading to the finish line would appear.
Afei, utilizing his car's performance, had secured a half-car lead and the best entry line into the bend.
A faint smile appeared on Chen Yang's lips as he cleanly and precisely cut into the inside lane, hugging Afei's rear end as he entered the bend.
As they exited the corner, Chen Yang subtly steered, and Ning Qiaoqian felt as if an invisible hand was pushing the car from behind. The race car swept past Afei's Porsche 911 like a gust of wind, effortlessly completing a beautiful overtake!
It was a perfect combination of slipstream effect and cornering force!
The principle is simple, but putting theory into practice is extremely difficult, and to execute it so perfectly is even more challenging. Ning Qiaoqian's gaze towards Chen Yang now held a hint of admiration. She simply couldn't believe that a poor student from the countryside possessed such superb racing skills—it was unbelievable!
Furious at being overtaken in the final moments, Afei darted left and right in his Porsche 911, attempting to use his superior acceleration on the straights to overtake again.
But with the finish line in sight, how could Chen Yang allow Afei to overtake so easily as he had at the start of the race?
Chen Yang seemed to be able to read A Fei's mind. Every time A Fei attempted to change lanes to overtake, Chen Yang's car would almost simultaneously change lanes and block his path just as A Fei finished changing lanes and was about to accelerate.
Predicting an opponent's intentions from the slightest changes in the following car's posture and blocking their overtaking route in advance was Schumacher's specialty. Chen Yang had only gradually grasped it after learning from him for nearly three months. Although he was far from mastering it, it was more than enough to deal with a low-level opponent like A Fei.
It could be said that A Fei didn't know how to conceal his intentions. Chen Yang could anticipate each lane change long before it happened.
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have let him overtake me. It would have been much more satisfying to just keep him in check for over ten kilometers!" Chen Yang thought to himself as he crossed the finish line.
"Yay!" The moment the car crossed the finish line, if it weren't for the seatbelt, the extremely excited Ning Qiaoqian would probably have jumped up.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned forward, and planted a big kiss on Chen Yang's cheek. Then, excitedly, she exclaimed, "Chen Yang! You're amazing! I knew I hadn't spoiled you for nothing!"
Chen Yang rubbed his cheek where Ning Qiaoqian had kissed him, then turned to look at her with a half-smile. Ning Qiaoqian blushed slightly and said reproachfully,
"What are you looking at? A beautiful woman is offering her a kiss, are you not happy about it?"
Chen Yang grinned and turned to offer his other cheek, saying,
"Happy! Happy! Of course I'm happy! I'm so happy I don't want to leave! Sister Qian, don't be biased! How about one over here too?"
Ning Qiaoqian chuckled and lightly slapped Chen Yang's cheek, laughing and scolding,
"What a pipe dream! No way!"
At this moment, Ran Ge, who had been waiting at the finish line via the shortcut, walked over with his POS machine. Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously,
"Someone's bringing money!"
Getting out of the car, Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian saw A Fei sitting silently in the driver's seat of the Porsche 911 next to them, his face ashen, having just paid. Seeing A Fei's dejected look, Ning Qiaoqian felt a surge of satisfaction. The onlookers frequently glanced at Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian, pointing and whispering. In Rongcheng's underground racing scene, Afei was virtually unbeatable; it was unexpected that he had been defeated by an unknown young man. Everyone was filled with curiosity about Chen Yang.
Ran Ge greeted them with a beaming smile. He certainly had reason to be happy; regardless of who won, as the middleman and organizer, he was guaranteed a profit.
The transfer was completed quickly. After the race, Ning Qiaoqian earned 1.8 million yuan, and Ran Ge took his commission of another 200,000 yuan.
After the payment was settled, Ran patted Chen Yang on the shoulder with a smile, handed him a business card, and said,
"Young man, not bad! If you're interested in racing in the future, you can call me. I organize dozens of events every year!"
Chen Yang took the business card and politely said,
"Sure! Thanks, Ran! I'll definitely contact you if I need anything!"
Ran exchanged a few pleasantries with Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian before hurriedly leaving. Several races were scheduled for that night, and as the overall coordinator, he was indispensable.
Chen Yang leaned back leisurely on the slightly warm hood of the GTR and asked with a smile,
"Sister Qian! Still want to watch the race?"
After the thrilling experience, Ning Qiaoqian suddenly felt a bit listless looking at the race cars. She put her credit card in her pocket, turned her head, and said,
"No! Let's go for a drive!"
With that, Ning Qiaoqian walked straight to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.
On the top of Gushan Mountain, the night was deep.
A pink GTR sports car glided silently past and came to a smooth stop in front of the observation deck at the mountaintop.
A soft serenade played inside the car. Chen Yang and Ning Qiaoqian sat quietly, gazing at the lights of the city below, neither of them speaking.
After a long while, Ning Qiaoqian finally spoke:
"Little Yang, I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise today! Come on, tell me honestly, where did you learn such amazing racing skills?"
Chen Yang replied with a grin:
"I learned from Schumacher!"
"Pshaw!" Ning Qiaoqian scoffed, "But my teacher was Senna!"
Chen Yang rubbed his nose dejectedly and said:
"I'm serious!"
"I'm not lying either!" Ning Qiaoqian clearly didn't believe him. "Alright! Let's not talk about this anymore!" Chen Yang gave up arguing; he never expected Ning Qiaoqian to believe him anyway. "Sister Qian, I helped you get revenge today, aren't you going to give me some kind of reward?"
Ning Qiaoqian's misty, beautiful eyes swept over Chen Yang's face, a charming smile playing on her lips. She leaned close to his ear and whispered,
"How do you want me to reward you? Tell me, and I'll definitely give you what you want! How about I give you this car?"
Ning Qiaoqian's magnetic voice carried a natural allure, like a magical hand tickling Chen Yang's heart.
Chen Yang reached out and gently stroked the hair so close to his face, grinning mischievously.
"Compared to a car, I prefer people..."
Ning Qiaoqian looked up at Chen Yang, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, a playful smile on her face. From his vantage point, Chen Yang could clearly see the slightly undulating curves of Ning Qiaoqian's breasts beneath her tight leather outfit, exuding a wild allure. Ning Qiaoqian breathed softly, "Little guy, I'm right here. It's up to you whether you have the guts..."
She blinked, then lightly licked her sexy red lips with her tongue, deliberately feigning a submissive demeanor.
The mountaintop was deserted at night. The car was filled with the melodious strains of Chopin's Serenade. The night was enchanting, and the beautiful woman beside him was even more alluring. Chen Yang suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth, a fire burning within him. He couldn't resist lowering his head and fiercely kissing Ning Qiaoqian's luscious, sexy lips.
"Mmm..." Ning Qiaoqian hadn't expected Chen Yang to be so bold; she was caught off guard by the kiss. Ning Qiaoqian felt a strong masculine scent wash over her. She only symbolically pushed against Chen Yang's broad chest lightly before quickly succumbing to his passionate kiss.
Ning Qiaoqian let out a soft "Mmm," and hugged Chen Yang even tighter. Under the intense stimulation, Chen Yang could no longer remain calm. He reluctantly pulled away from Ning Qiaoqian's lips, gently pushing her to the side. Then, bracing himself on the seat and dashboard, he shifted himself into the passenger seat.
Now Ning Qiaoqian was sitting on Chen Yang's lap. Like dry tinder meeting a blazing fire, they were both instantly lost in the moment…