Miyamoto Yasutoshi was concentrating on driving his red Lamborghini as it sped along the Akina Mountain Circuit, but now he was feeling a wave of panic.
What had he just seen? Was the blue shadow that had sped past him really that sharp-tongued brat?
Didn't we agree that you were the fake veteran driver? Why are you driving so fast? You overtook me in the blink of an eye and disappeared in just over ten seconds!
Holy shit, that speed must have been around 600, right? Do you think you're flying a plane? You're completely crazy, leaving no one alive!
Miyamoto Yasutoshi was devastated. If he still didn't know that the brat was a real driving god and veteran driver, then he would have no use living among normal people.
He really didn't understand. Since you knew this old driver from the beginning, why did you deliberately delay three days ago? Wouldn't it have been done right after you moved out?
Now I am in a difficult situation.
Hey, that's not right! Why did the car in front slow down?
Hey, it's getting closer! I've actually made it here!
What was going on? Shouldn't he be heading straight for the finish line? Why was he so slow and letting me catch up?
Did his car break down? Or was his top speed only temporary and unsustainable?
Yes, that’s right, it must be like that!
The more Miyamoto Yasutoshi thought about it, the more it seemed possible. No wonder this so-called driving god and veteran driver didn't officially leave the race twice, but only suddenly appeared at the end of the race, and in one go, he crossed the finish line and drove away. So that's how it was!
There must be some limit to his top speed. He knew that he couldn't keep it up for long, so he deliberately waited at the finish line, just to show his top speed at some moment and perform an overtaking move, so as to barely maintain the face of the Chinese racer.
And he and others were all intimidated by his instantaneous speed. In fact, he was just a useless person and could not really race!
I said how could he be so fast, it was like flying a plane, how could a normal person have such ability, it turned out it was just a short period of acceleration!
Miyamoto Yasuken thought he had figured out the secrets of the veteran driver, and finally built up his confidence again.
In this case, as long as I always maintain my peak speed, it is still possible to beat him!
With hope, Miyamoto finally smiled proudly again and charged towards the blue sports car in front.
Closer, closer, almost there, the horse is about to overtake! Damn it! What's going on?
Miyamoto Yasutoshi was so anxious that his eyes turned red. When he was about to overtake the blue sports car, the blue sports car suddenly accelerated and left him behind without a trace again.
It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! His extreme speed can't last. I'll see him again soon. I still have a chance!
Miyamoto Yasuken adjusted his mood once again and continued to drive at high speed. Sure enough, he saw the blue car in front of him again.
This time, he must surpass him! Miyamoto Yasutoshi stepped on the accelerator frantically, just to leave the opponent behind.
However, facts once again told him that it is possible to have dreams, but whether they can be realized is another matter!
On the track, Yu Wuwei teased Miyamoto Yasuken again and again, and it was Miyamoto Yasuken who ignited his hopes again and again. In the end, he watched the blue color disappear into the dust, with only the sound of his own "ba ge ya".
On the big screen at the finish line, the audience saw that cursor number one was rapidly increasing the distance between itself and cursor number two, then slowing down again to wait for cursor number two to catch up, and then accelerating again to leave it far behind, over and over again!
"What the hell is going on here? Why didn't the skilled driver just completely shake off that little devil? It would have been much better to just go straight to the point!"
"Who knows? Maybe the old driver is really teaching that little Japanese soldier a lesson! He keeps teaching that little Japanese soldier how to speed up, but this little Japanese soldier seems to be quite stupid. He still hasn't learned it after so many attempts!"
"High-level black, this is the worst time the Japanese have been blackened!"
"Student ***, please sit down. You're blocking the way for student *** behind you to speak!"
"We both graduated from nine years of compulsory education, so why are you so outstanding?"
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No matter what, seeing the current situation, the crowd of onlookers are excited and gloating.
Feng Chujie and Liu Miaozi on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Yu Wuwei was beating the Japanese man, and there was no danger at all.
I felt relieved and also quite happy. You little Japanese, I let you be so arrogant again. Now you have learned your lesson, right?
Yu Wuwei and Feng Chuge in the Koenigsegg One1 naturally had no idea what the onlookers at the end of the track felt.
But they were in a very good mood. Feng Chuge felt quite relieved when he saw the eunuchs and Japanese devils chasing him again and again and being thrown off again and again!
Because so many times Yu Wuwei would wait until the other party was almost overtaking him before suddenly accelerating. When the two cars were closest to each other, Feng Chuge could clearly see Miyamoto Yasuken's ashen face through two layers of glass.
Every time Feng Chuge saw him chasing after her with hope and excitement, about to overtake her, but suddenly being thrown off and revealing his ugly and distorted face, he got so excited!
"Look! Look! This eunuch devil is chasing us again!" Now seeing the red Lamborghini behind him, Feng Chuge was very excited!
Because this means that he can see that deformed face again, Feng Chuge enjoys it!
Sure enough, after being surpassed again, that guy's face was no longer recognizable as a human.
"Okay, it's almost there. We'll reach the finish line in a while. I won't play with him anymore!" Yu Wuwei scanned the surrounding terrain with his spiritual sense. In front of him was the fork in the road where he had come the previous two times. It would be inappropriate to argue with Miyamoto Yasutoshi anymore. After all, he had other plans later.
"Ha! How come we're reaching the finish line so soon?" Feng Chuge's face showed obvious regret and a feeling of being unsatisfied. She hadn't had enough fun yet!
Yu Wuwei smiled and patted her hand, saying, "That's about it. I guess after this time, he won't want to touch the car again!"
Although Feng Chuge couldn't see, Yu Wuwei was aware and could clearly see every expression of the eunuch, which had definitely left a psychological shadow on him.
"By the way, Xiaoge, do you want to win the championship yourself?" Yu Wuwei asked.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Feng Chuge looked at Yu Wuwei in confusion.
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