"No, that's not what I meant. I feel bad about using your car."
"Are you really embarrassed?" Lu Zhan asked back, "If you are really embarrassed, then forget it. Wait until you get your own car and come over to practice by yourself."
Rong Ji picked up the car keys, started the car, and waved to Lu Zhan.
In fact, he had wanted to steal Lu Zhan's car for a long time, and today he finally got the chance.
Rong Ji rode his bike and rushed down a hillside.
Lu Zhan stood on a high place, looking at Rong Ji's figure, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
As soon as Rong Ji entered the road that Lu Zhan mentioned, the car began to lose control. He had to control the speed and could not stop. Once he stopped, the skidding would become more serious. The car had been modified and was very heavy, making it difficult to push it out!
He drove very slowly to ensure that the car continued to move forward at a constant speed.
There are also protruding rocks on both sides of the road, but they are not very high, and even if you hit them, they will not damage the car.
There was a bend ahead. Rong Ji gripped the handle tightly, the car tilted, and floated sideways.
After the car passed the corner, he had no strength to control the car. The tire hit a small protruding rock. He barely managed to straighten the car, but he was completely out of control for the rest of the road.
When Lu Zhan arrived here, Rong Ji was covered in mud. He hadn't even finished running this distance.
This was completely different from what he had practiced before.
"If what just happened happened on the track, your race would be over." Lu Zhan stretched out his hand and pulled Rong Ji up.
"I know that, but it's too difficult to control the car in this situation. Besides, the car is very heavy. Once it falls over, it's basically impossible to get it back up."
"Every year, someone passes the Death Track."
Rong Ji said nothing, walked over and tried to lift the car.
Lu Zhan also went over to help and took the key from Rong Ji's hand. "That section of the track is even longer than this one. You haven't even driven half of it today."
"Let me try again." Rong Ji walked over and took the car.
"Did you use the brakes?"
"I didn't dare use it. Wouldn't it be easier to lose control of the car when braking?"
"It's up to you. After all, every time you run, the situations you face are different. When you're actually on the track, no one can help you. It all depends on your on-the-spot reaction."
Rong Ji rode his bike across the shallow river beach and returned to the starting point.
Lu Zhan stood on a protruding rock by the river and looked at Rong Ji.
Rong Ji didn't start immediately, but wiped the mud off the car.
He looked at the road carefully, as if he wanted to remember every stone clearly. Finally, he put on his helmet and set off again.
However, things did not go as smoothly as he imagined.
He still couldn't control the car's inertia well.
After falling down more than a dozen times, he had no strength left.
He and Lu Zhan sat on the rocks by the riverbank. Both of them were covered in mud, especially Rong Ji, who looked like he had rolled in the mud.
He turned around, looked at Lu Zhan, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.
"Lu Zhan, there's mud on your hair. Don't move. I'll help you get it off."
Rong Ji stretched out his hand, his fingers covered in mud, and suddenly wiped it on Lu Zhan's face.
A mud mark was left on Lu Zhan's fair cheek.
Rong Ji was afraid that he would get angry, so he immediately pulled his sleeve and said, "Come on, let me wipe it off for you."
Lu Zhan raised his hand to block it, "Do you feel that each time is getting harder than the last?"
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