Chapter 63 Surpass Him

Qin Ye calmly took off his helmet and shook his sweat-soaked bangs.

He waved to the audience, which immediately triggered a thunderous roar.

"Ahhh! Qin Ye, look over here!"

“My husband is so handsome!”

“This is definitely the best lap of the year!”

"He's not here to set a single lap..." Only Wen Nianchu stared at Qin Ye on the screen and analyzed in a cold voice, "He's testing the limits of the car."

She had never fought with Qin Ye in her previous life because Qin Ye no longer liked racing at that time and turned to running an entertainment company.

Unexpectedly, he actually had some skills at this time.

When they got married, everyone said they were childhood sweethearts and a perfect match.

It's a pity that the two of them never really understood each other.

Zhao Xinrui was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"They don't care about qualifying results. They might even deliberately force drivers to push their limits on neutral tires to collect data," Wen Nianchu analyzed in a low voice. "This shows that their goal isn't qualifying at all, but the race."

Wu Sui took a breath of cold air:

"In other words, they haven't used their real killer move yet? Then..."

Before he finished speaking, the ranking on the big screen was refreshed again.

The second driver of the ONE team came on stage, and this time, they also used neutral tires.

The whole audience held their breath.

Amid the roar of the engine, the racing car rushed out of the starting point.

The squeal of tires and the roar of engines seemed to be announcing—

This is the true strength of ONE team!

In the end, the single lap time of the four members of their team directly broke the track record, and the team was far ahead of other players.

This strength is too terrifying.

The whole audience was boiling.

"This..." Zhao Xinrui was completely shocked.

No one doesn't want to win the championship.

But this... is too depressing to watch.

"So what kind of tire are we going to use later?"

Zhao Xinrui hesitated.

"Soft tires." Wen Nianchu's voice was very soft, but it instantly quieted the entire rest area, "And it's a super soft tire."

Zhao Xinrui's confidence is somewhat lacking:

"Sister Xiaodao, amateurs like us use super soft tires, which will wear out before we can even finish the 18-minute race."

They did not use supersoft tires during training.

So she didn't particularly agree with Wen Nianchu's proposal.

"But this is the only way we can get into the top three." Wen Nianchu pulled down his mask and took a sip of water, revealing his delicate jawline. "The neutral tire is too conservative. If the results are not impressive, we will easily be eliminated in the first round and end up in the last place."

Wu Sui rubbed his hands nervously:

"But Team ONE achieved that kind of result using neutral tires..."

"They are testing the performance of the car," Wen Nianchu interrupted him, her eyes sharper than an eighteen-year-old girl's, "We are different."

"Don't forget, the Rongcheng event group has stipulated that popularity tickets can also add points and bonuses, if you want more bonuses."

"What we need is for the audience to remember us, for everyone to remember us this summer."

Gu Xiaopang suddenly slapped his thigh:

"She's right! We have to take a gamble! It's not shameful to lose, and winning is a win!"

Zhao Xinrui stared at Wen Nianchu for a few seconds and gritted her teeth:

"Okay, let's use the supersoft tire. Who's first?"

"I."

Wen Nianchu put on his mask again and put his long hair into his racing helmet when he stood up.

Wen Nianchu realized that he had to fire the first shot in the race to restore the team's confidence.

She has to be a guiding light.

*

When the name of the Mad Dragon Team was called, there was sparse applause from the audience.

The director didn't even give the camera a shot, the big screen cut directly to the sponsor's advertisement.

Wen Nianchu walked towards the racing car assigned to them.

"Driver No. 37, get ready!"

The referee shouted mechanically.

When seeing Wen Nianchu walking towards the racing car, many people in the audience questioned it.

"Female... funny?"

"With these thin arms and legs, can you hold the steering wheel?"

Wen Nianchu turned a deaf ear and stepped into the car swiftly.

The moment he sat in the driving seat, Wen Nianchu's fingers automatically found the best grip as if they were injected with some kind of memory.

She took a deep breath and stepped on the accelerator.

"Number 37, prepare—"

The green light is on!

Wen Nianchu's car rushed out of the starting point like an arrow.

The first turn is a right-hand S-bend. Most amateur drivers would choose a conservative outside-inside-outside line, but she cut in along the inside line and accurately straightened the steering wheel at the moment she was about to hit the curb.

“This line is quite interesting!”

Some people in the audience who were originally drowsy sat up straight in an instant.

The second corner was a high-speed left turn. Wen Nianchu's braking point was a full two meters later than the standard. The car cut in at an almost out-of-control angle, but he perfectly controlled the sliding of the rear end of the car when exiting the corner.

The big screen finally cut to the game footage.

The audience began to get restless.

"Is my vision correct? She's incredibly skilled. She handled the turns incredibly well. This is definitely not something that can be achieved through a short training session."

"Who was saying female drivers weren't good? This cornering is so beautiful!"

"Fuck, this is too cool! Help me, a girl, I'm so moved!" The girl holding Qin Ye's sign suddenly threw it away and excitedly grabbed her companion's arm, "I want to climb the wall! Sister, kill me!!" The host's tone also rose:

"Incredible! This dark horse, the Crazy Dragon Team, used an extreme supersoft tire strategy to completely overturn our understanding of the track's limits."

"Her technique is impeccable, and she has turned the competition into her own personal show!"

“She currently holds the top spot among all the racers in the field.”

“It surpassed the benchmark previously held by several top riders from the ONE team!”

*

Backstage, ONE team.

Qin Ye and his companions had already finished the entire course. He had been firmly in first place, but he saw his ranking being squeezed down by his opponents on the big screen.

The top of the list directly became the three words "Shui Xin Dao".

"Hey, this girl is quite talented. She can run so fast."

"What dark horse?" Another member of Team ONE curled his lips, dismissing the host's exaggerated claims. "Using supersoft tires, winning this match, so what? It was a wasted choice. I guess she didn't know she'd have to use the same tire type in the next match. She's really shortsighted... I think... she's just trying to attract attention."

"As a girl, it's normal for us not to understand racing. Those female fans you see are all fans of our looks. After we win our first championship in this race, I'll see if we can accumulate some fans and enter the entertainment industry."

A boy with short golden brown hair from the ONE team drank a bottle of mineral water with a sneer. He had already completed the single-lap qualifying and was currently the third-ranked player on the field.