Zhang Ziming gritted his teeth. It was impossible for him to catch up with Su Yang and Pan Ning now, but he didn't want to be last twice.
Meng Wenzhou's lead was not that big. He wanted to catch up, but he was powerless. He had stepped on the accelerator, but was still half a car body behind.
Soon the second round of pk ended.
The first is still Pan Ning, the second is Su Yang, the third is Meng Wenzhou, and the last is Zhang Ziming.
Zhang Ziming got out of the car and screamed to the sky: "Why?!"
Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why don't you change your car? Your car is not suitable for racing."
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Pan Ning ignored the frantic Zhang Ziming and walked over to Su Yang's car. "How's it going? Are you convinced?"
Su Yang nodded helplessly, "I give in. I can't beat you in straight-line acceleration, but if we run the entire track, you are definitely no match for me."
What Su Yang said made sense. First, the Porsche itself was very suitable for racing. Second, Su Yang had the skills of a professional racing driver, so he was fully confident that he could win.
Not to mention Pan Ning, even if a professional driver came, he would not be outmatched.
Pan Ning smiled faintly: "How about another competition?"
"Okay, I'll give you a car body."
"Tsk, now that you're my defeated opponent, how dare you be so arrogant?"
"Don't worry about whether I'm crazy or not, you'll know after a comparison."
"Okay, come on, run a few laps?" Pan Ning asked.
"Five laps, and the winner will be decided in one go."
"Okay!" Pan Ning didn't say anything more. He got into the car and drove back to the starting point.
Su Yang looked at Zhang Ziming, who was still complaining to Meng Wenzhou. He smiled and said, "Mingming, don't worry about it. I'm going to compete with Pan Ning. Are you guys coming?"
"Come on! I don't believe it. I can't beat you in a straight line, but the racetrack is my home ground!" He said as he got into the car.
Meng Wenzhou shook his head. "That's just the way he is. He's obsessed with racing."
Su Yang smiled and nodded in response, and the three of them drove the car back to the starting point.
"Fatty, this is the last round. Let's race on the track. There are five laps in total. You will be the one to time it." Meng Wenzhou instructed Liu Bo while sitting in the car.
Liu Bo made an OK gesture and said, "Okay, then you guys get ready."
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