It wasn't until someone projected several beautiful greetings into the air that everyone came to their senses.
"Is the person in car number seven really a rich kid? Or is someone else driving him? He can even drift?"
"Damn it! Can I bet with someone else?"
"Is this some kind of 'pretending to be weak' tactic? They were just messing with us, driving around the track like an old person taking a leisurely stroll!"
Discussions erupted from the stands, a mix of shock and accusations of being cheated.
Even Luo Yun laughed in anger, grinning and cursing, "I get it, Luan Yenan is here today to swindle my money!"
Sitting in the driver's seat, Luan Yenan could anticipate the reaction from the viewing platform.
When she was collecting information about the original owner's network of contacts, she also investigated the historical record of this amateur racing team.
Wang Tao's older brother was indeed a talented player, but ever since the original owner of the team sold him out, he was angered and left the team. After that, the younger brother hit a plateau and found it difficult to improve his performance.
Luan Yenan felt no remorse for what the original owner had done; instead, it inspired his plan for today.
They figured out Luo Yun's temperament, and they also figured out Wang Tao's temperament.
In terms of skill, Wang Tao is among the top amateur racers, and Luan Yenan admits he is no match for him. However, the existence of the original owner of the car is a psychological advantage for Wang Tao.
As expected, this is what happened.
An unexpected drift threw Wang Tao off balance. After finally regaining his speed, he found that the more he tried to catch up with the car in front of him, the less he could catch up.
Luan Yenan drove the race car at high speed, operating every route and corner exactly as he had done during the simulation, with perfect acceleration in straight lines and drifting through corners.
Zuo Baixuan sat steadily in the passenger seat, her eyes shining brightly, piercing through the helmet shield.
She realized that Luan Yenan had been driving slowly around, stopping and starting, just to carefully scout the location.
Luan Yenan's habit of holding the steering wheel with both hands is also a habit he developed from racing.
The so-called miracle was nothing more than Luan Yenan's confidence in victory. From the very beginning, there was no possibility of losing; Luan Yenan had envisioned this win-win situation from the very first moment he saw Luo Yun.
Zuo Baixuan stared intently at the track in front of her, the rapidly changing road surface and the ever-shifting scenery around her giving her a wonderful feeling.
She gained a new understanding of everything.
Buzzing—!
Wang Tao, who was furious behind him, finally regained his rhythm and caught up.
We've reached the last corner.
Overwhelmed by emotion, Wang Tao's eyes turned red, and he floored the accelerator, hurtling straight towards the tail of Luan Yennan's race car.
Clang!
I felt an impact from behind.
Zuo Baixuan tensed up again, looking at Luan Yenan. Luan Yenan kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, without any change in expression.
Wang Tao wasn't about to give up; he tried to keep up with Luan Yenan, directly and openly blocking her room to turn and drift.
"Pay attention," Luan Yenan reminded him.
In that brief second, Zuo Baixuan didn't even have time to ask what she needed to be careful of before instinctively grabbing the railing beside her.
Thump.
A soft sound.
Car number seven was forced into a corner by car number two, leaving it with no room to maneuver.
The tires, however, went straight up the slope.
Seeing the shift in the center of gravity of the race car beside him, Wang Tao felt a jolt in his heart, but instantly calmed down.
He just wanted to teach Luan Yenan a lesson; running off the track and losing face would be enough.
If this couple were seriously injured, no matter how merciful the Luan family is, the other families in the family circle would never allow it.
Then it won't just be his problem; his brother will definitely be dragged down as well.
All the feelings of remorse and regret surged up in that short second.
squeak--!
He slammed on the brakes, not daring to get any closer to car number seven.
They are even ready to rush to the rescue at any time after a rollover.
But then they saw the right wheel of vehicle number seven lift up the embankment, followed by the left wheel.
Everyone in the stands held their breath.
They knew that racing was an extreme sport, and had even watched various accident compilations.
But I haven't seen it at the Russell International Circuit yet.
Needless to say, the person in this car is the eldest daughter of the Luan family, one of the top families in Beijing!
If something really happens, what will today's trending topics be, and how will tomorrow's newspapers report it?
They can hardly imagine it.
Even those who usually enjoy a lively atmosphere froze in place for a moment.
Luo Yun choked all the air in her mouth, her body feeling as if it were sealed.
The consequences kept swirling in my mind.
This scene is exciting enough.
But if the Luan family gets angry, can he handle it?
Should I have never agreed to let Luan Yenan participate in the competition in the first place?
"Damn it!" The man's hoarse voice screamed, as if it had sounded an alarm.
Luo Yun's gaze returned to car number seven.
It soared into the air from the last earthen mound.
turn out to be.
Luan Yenan really can take off in a race car on the spot.
Luo Yun's expression was blank.
He exhaled, turning the breath he was holding into a few curses, and still feeling unsatisfied, he smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground.
Bang--!
Like a firework.
The audience in the stands were all jolted awake.
Car number seven landed steadily, then drifted and spun in place at the extreme turning angle, completing a low-speed turn.
The second car, which had come to a complete stop, was already out of reach.
Car number seven easily accelerated across the finish line in a straight line.
The results will be displayed on LED light boards.
This is not considered top-tier among amateur racers' historical achievements.
But the audience couldn't hold back and all stood up.
From the unexpected drifting around the first corner to the deliberately botched but ultimately successful aerial turn at the last bend.
It was absolutely brilliant!
It was just as exciting as a professional race car driver breaking a record today!
Luo Yun stood by the railing of the stands, letting out a sigh of relief, but also feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness. Her feelings were complicated.
But one thing is certain.
Luan Yenan won.
We've won so much!
It's not just because they won the race or the money they invested.
It was her impressive performance at the racetrack today that allowed her to regain her footing in the circle of wealthy second-generation individuals.
Ah, just look at how eager these people are to try it out in the lounge, and you'll know that.
Luo Yun had a thin, long cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.
The bodyguard next to him lit a cigarette for him.
Through the smoke, she continued to stare in the direction of car number seven.
Luan Yenan got out of the car, took off his helmet, and tossed his long, wavy hair back. This caused the little Omega in the stands to let out a series of excited screams amidst the cheers.
She ignored it, and simply walked to the passenger seat and knocked on the door.
Zuo Baixuan had recovered from her earlier panic and reached out to open the passenger door.
"I told you racing is fun, right? What do you think?" Luan Yenan leaned against the door, smiling as he took off Zuo Baixuan's helmet, like opening a blind box, trying to get the hidden little white flower.
Underneath the helmet, Zuo Baixuan's eyes were filled with laughter, her dimples deepening as she revealed a strong, genuine smile: "It's quite fun."
When Luan Yenan saw that smile, he felt a sense of reward and smiled back.
Just as she expected, Xiaobaihua also harbored a longing for the limits of life.
She gently licked her gums and inexplicably tasted a sweetness.
He let out a sigh of relief.
He reached out and pulled Zuo Baixuan out of the passenger seat: "It's a pity that, as expected, there wasn't a widespread, impotent rage."
Zuo Baixuan stood up with Luan Yenan's help, her muscles aching from the tension, and she instinctively fell into Luan Yenan's arms again.
But this time she didn't try to dodge; instead, she pounced on her and pressed her face against hers.
Luan Yenan felt a cool, wet sensation on the side of his face and was slightly taken aback.
This unfamiliar touch.
Did the little white flower kiss her?