Qi Yuran shifted to the side, creating distance.
But a short while later, car number 7 appeared again, like a ghost.
Qi Yuran's eyes suddenly turned cold.
So that's what they were planning...
Shao Fang guessed Chi Feng's intentions and said into the walkie-talkie, "They plan to sacrifice car number 7, risking a foul to interfere with or even collide with your car."
"Let their number 3 car win the championship."
“Listen to me, at the next bend, use the car in front of you to shake off car number 7.”
Qi Yuran sneered.
A wild light flashed in his arrogant eyes.
Under the shadow of the helmet, it exuded a sinister aura.
"Shake off?"
"They got off too easy."
"Besides, do you think Chi Feng is someone to be trifled with?"
If they don't collide on this lap, they'll keep looking for an opportunity, lap after lap!
It's better to eliminate future troubles altogether.
Qi Yuran curled his lips slightly, his expression carefree and disdainful.
Didn't you want to crash into his car?
Let's give them a chance!
"Qi Yuran! What do you want to do!" Shao Fang's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up in the monitoring room.
Qi Yuran gripped the steering wheel tightly, accelerated, and after bypassing the car in front, entered the blind spot of car number 7.
A short while later, car number 7 appeared at the location he had predicted.
Now!
Qi Yuran suddenly slowed down, giving the opponent an excellent opening for impact.
Car number 7 indeed accelerated and rushed up!
Just as the two cars were about to collide, Qi Yuran suddenly slammed on the brakes!
"Qi Yuran has stopped the car!"
"Is he going to forfeit the match?!"
"It seems like car number 7 deliberately rammed him, which is why he had to stop suddenly!"
There was a lot of discussion in the stands.
Shen Zhiyi's heart also jumped.
...
Car number 7 never expected him to stop so abruptly.
That would put you way behind everyone else!
Caught off guard, he failed to collide with Qi Yuran's car and instead crashed into the guardrail due to the speed difference, resulting in a foul and his departure from the game.
Qi Yuran stepped on the gas again.
With a beautiful spin, he rejoined the battlefield.
"Qi Yuran is back!"
"But he's several laps behind the others, so catching up with them won't be easy."
"Car number 7 is so shameless."
"What is Chi Feng trying to do? His behavior is too disgusting!"
"If Qi Yuran hadn't stopped abruptly, I really wouldn't have realized they were using such underhanded tactics."
Shen Zhiyi frowned as she listened to the discussions around her.
"Was he just tricked?"
Qi Jinjiu nodded angrily.
"That's disgusting, using such a trick!"
"After the competition, I'm definitely going to beat up the person in charge of Chifeng!"
...
Boom—
A muffled clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
Shao Fang said on the walkie-talkie, "It's about to rain, and the vehicles ahead are all getting ready to go to the repair shop to change their rain tires."
"Go in at the next intersection right away."
“It’s too late.” Qi Yuran gripped the steering wheel, his brows furrowing. “I have to make up for the time I missed earlier.”
He accelerated to full throttle, lap after lap.
Drive recklessly forward.
Shao Fang was greatly alarmed.
"Are you crazy?!"
"If you don't switch to rain tires, the road will be slippery when it rains, and your dry tires won't have the same grip as others!"
"Being overtaken by others is a small matter."
"If you accelerate and the car skids, you'll be in serious danger!"
Qi Yuran turned a deaf ear.
Shao Fang said urgently, "Yes! It's possible to open a dry tire! But you know how much control and skill it requires!"
"Your sister is still in the stands. Aren't you afraid she'll worry if you do something so dangerous?!"
Qi Yuran gripped the steering wheel tightly.
It's because Sister Zhiyi came.
He couldn't let her down; he had to show her his best self.
must.
We must win the championship!
Qi Yuran stared intently at the track ahead, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
Raindrops fell.
First, spiderweb-like watermarks appeared on the windshield.
Immediately afterwards.
Dots form lines.
The windshield wipers were swinging wildly.
Qi Yuran clenched his fists, squinted, and held his breath, barely managing to tear a fleeting glimpse of his vision through the torrential rain.
The race car's speed did not decrease.
The gasps and murmurs from the stands grew louder and louder.
"Qi Yuran actually didn't change the rain tires!"
"He's already overtaken everyone else by several laps, but car number 1 has already come out of the pits!"
"Only six laps left."
"Qi Yuran will be caught up with very soon!"
"It's too dangerous to use a dry tire in this heavy rain!"
"The gap has narrowed to three laps!"
Two laps!
"One lap!"
"He's being caught!"
"Qi Yuran's control is amazing! He hasn't slipped at all!"
A speeding silver race car cuts through a sharp bend.
The tires traced perfect arcs in the puddles, and the splashes of water formed a fan-shaped curtain of light, temporarily obscuring the view of the race cars behind.
Shen Zhiyi slightly curled the corners of her lips.
younger brother……
Very clever.
"He crossed the finish line!"
On the final lap, the two closely matched cars surged onto the straight together.
The surge of adrenaline made them forget the roar of the rain.
At a critical juncture.
Qi Yuran suddenly downshifted, and the race car, propelled by the recoil from the accumulated water, surged forward, its wheels kicking up a huge curtain of water that completely enveloped car number 1.
The moment he crossed the finish line.
A crack appeared in the dark clouds, and sunlight pierced through the rain curtain, casting a dazzling reflection on the silver race car's rear wing.
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