There are some similarities.
Today, Luan Yenan is using himself as the stake.
This was the excitement and prestige that Luo Yun wanted, and what she paid for was the large investment that Luan Yenan wanted.
Luan Yenan did not answer the question directly when faced with this curious student; he simply smiled.
Zuo Baixuan pondered, convinced that she must have guessed correctly.
At the same time, people are also amazed by Luan Yenan's ability to predict people's hearts. He was able to find the person among many friends who could get investment, and then cater to their preferences to secure the investment in one fell swoop.
While Zuo Baixuan was thinking, Luan Yenan helped her put on her helmet.
Zuo Baixuan, holding onto the heavy helmet, swayed as she sat down in the passenger seat, but her head bumped into the support next to her.
He was immediately dizzy and started waving his hands around.
Luan Yennan remained silent, simply observing Zuo Baixuan's clumsy movements. After watching for a while and confirming that she indeed needed help, he supported her shoulders, guiding her into the seat at a certain angle, and helped her fasten her seatbelt.
Through the thick racing suit and helmet, Zuo Baixuan could hear her heart pounding wildly, partly from excitement and partly from embarrassment.
After Luan Yenan looked away and closed the car door, she breathed a sigh of relief and observed the environment inside the car.
The interior of a race car is not as glamorous as the outside. For safety reasons, a lot of metal frames have been added inside, making both seats very narrow and cramped.
Not to mention there's a steering wheel on the driver's side.
However, Luan Yenan, who was even taller than Zuo Baixuan, was also wearing full gear, yet he moved with the agility of someone sitting in an ordinary car, without any hindrance whatsoever.
Buckle up, start the car—a series of actions executed flawlessly. Then watch as her fingers traced the dashboard and control panel, confirming everything was in order before slowly driving the car onto the track.
Luo Yun, holding binoculars in the stands, frowned slightly.
She witnessed the whole process and sensed that something was very wrong.
Although it was the novelty she wanted.
But it's too new.
It felt a bit strange when we were face to face, and this strange feeling became even stronger when we were far away and observed from God's perspective.
Is this person really Luan Yenan?
She's so gentle and considerate it's unsettling, yet her inherent wildness seems unchanged.
"Wow!!"
"Here you go! Even though you're an amateur, keep up the good work!"
As the race car marked with the number "7" came into view, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands.
It's the points betting that excites them, and also their love for racing itself.
Even if amateur tournaments are less exciting than professional ones, who didn't start as an amateur and then become a professional?
What about...?
Wait a moment!
Hey player, aren't you being a little too relaxed on the field?!
The race cars that entered the venue sped onto the track at a speed almost like sightseeing cars.
The shouts from the stands instantly turned into silence and whispers.
"Um... I just casually placed a bet on car number 7 for ten points, can I take it back?"
"That's hilarious! I heard the person sitting in car number 7 is a young lady from a wealthy family, and she even brought her wife along. I guess she's here for fun."
"I've already thought about getting a refund. We came to watch the races, not to watch people take driving tests."
However, car number seven ignored the complaints from the stands and continued to drive slowly on the track.
Even Zuo Baixuan, sitting in the passenger seat, looked around and then at Luan Yenan, who was gripping the steering wheel, and couldn't help but wonder: At this speed, will a miracle really happen?
Sitting there was getting a bit boring, so she opened the helmet flap: "I have a question. The racing cars I see on TV are all small and short, only big enough for one person. Why did I see sedan-shaped cars on the track earlier?"
"That's Formula One racing, which is more standardized. All the racing technical rules are fixed, including the car's length, width, height, and tire size." [1]
“I remember you told Luo Yun that it was a short-track car rally, so it’s different.” Zuo Baixuan nodded.
“Yes, rally racing is also called multi-day race. But after it was modified, it became more spectator and entertaining, and amateur drivers can participate with just a regular driver’s license.” Luan Yennan answered politely without looking at anyone else.
Zuo Baixuan nodded deeply again, at least Luan Yenan's knowledge was up to par.
Chatting and stopping along the way, Zuo Baixuan no longer felt like she was participating in a race.
If it weren't for our neat attire, we would have felt like we were on a picnic. Luan Yenan might have stopped the car at any moment and pulled her to find a patch of grass to sit down.
As car number seven slowly drove back to the starting line, Zuo Baixuan opened the window to get some fresh air, only to hear a chorus of boos from the stands.
Zuo Baixuan smiled wryly and looked at Luan Yenan: "We've been rejected."
Luan Yenan's words were muffled inside the helmet, their meaning unclear: "It's okay. Since we're being disliked, let them curse us even more."
Zuo Baixuan didn't understand. Even if the competition was boring, at least you could earn points. What was there to complain about?
"boom--"
The roar of racing cars swept past my ears.
A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the stands; this was the proper welcome for the race car driver.
The race car marked "2" was parked next to car number seven.
The preparation light turns on the instant the second car stops.
But the driver's side window of car number two was also rolled down, and the racer looked over through his helmet.
Zuo Baixuan felt a chill run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but even though she couldn't see the other person's face, she sensed hostility.
"Roll up the car windows, get ready," Luan Yenan reminded him.
Zuo Baixuan rolled up the car window and asked, "Does that race car driver have a grudge against you?"
Luan Yenan pondered for a second: "If I'm not mistaken, the race car driver's name is Wang Tao. His older brother is very talented and has the potential to become a professional race car driver, but he left the industry because of me."
"Ah! His brother's leg was broken by you..." Zuo Baixuan had obviously heard this rumor as well.
Luan Yenan didn't answer. He reached through the steel frame next to him and closed Zuo Baixuan's helmet shield in one go.
boom--!!!
*Snap!*
The engine's muffled roar and the screeching sound of the tires screeching against the ground were accompanied by an extremely strong recoil.
Zuo Baixuan slammed straight into the backrest, her heart pounding in her throat. It was a completely different feeling from the autumn outing earlier.
It's like stepping into a time tunnel, where everything in front of you becomes blurry, and you yourself become unlike yourself.
Under Luan Yenan's command, the race car shot out like an arrow.
They quickly ran along the straight line and rushed straight towards the corner embankment.
As the engine rapidly consumes gasoline energy, it releases heat into the air, forcing the air to compress and produce a loud noise.
In the second car next to him, Wang Tao suppressed his resentment. He had been telling himself not to cause trouble, to simply win a game and finish the boring game between the two rich kids.
But as he watched Luan Yenan sprinting rapidly down a straight line, an irrational voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Push them forward! Push them forward!
For an amateur racer to use his skills against a completely amateur rich kid is nothing more than one-sided bullying and crushing.
If an amateur racer wants to, they can give these rich kids with no skills all sorts of near-death experiences in a high-speed race car.
For example, like now.
Because of the different parameters, car number two, which has an advantage in straight-line acceleration, approaches car number seven at a faster speed.
Zuo Baixuan realized the malice coming from the car next to her, gripped the steel frame tightly with both hands, ready to rush up and fall over with Luan Yenan at any moment, and quickly end this race.
This is risking your life for money!
Did Luan Yenan anticipate this all along?
Zuo Baixuan took a deep breath, ready to receive a huge shock at any moment.
squeak--!
Zuo Baixuan felt the breath she was holding was forcibly dragged to the left, and her body, bound by the seatbelt, swayed to the right along with the race car.
He then exhaled a long breath.
The scene before my eyes changed rapidly.
The dirt slope was transformed back into a race track.
Zuo Baixuan got goosebumps all over her body. Amid the buzzing sound in her ears, she vaguely heard Luan Yenan say, "Is it fun?"
Is it fun?
This is so much fun!
Zuo Baixuan smiled.
Is this a miracle?
That's so exciting!
Luan Yenan's hand moved on the gear shifter. This was a second-gear drift cornering technique that had been adjusted to better suit her skills and feel. The tires slid from the track all the way to the muddy side, lightly scraping against the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
The car grazed the front of Wang Tao's car, precisely dodging Wang Tao's sniper shot, and even startled Wang Tao so much that he hurriedly turned the steering wheel, almost throwing off the track.
Swoosh—
After rounding the bend, Luan Yenan accelerated again and rushed toward the second bend.
Again, drifting through the corner!
It's not a miracle!
It's no coincidence!
These are genuine, hard-earned skills!
The stands fell completely silent, unlike usual when the game was just starting.