"Yeah." Yao Weiran's face was hidden in the helmet, and she lowered her eyes slightly. She could feel Zhang Yang's distance, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
After Zhang Yang stood up straight, he applauded and said: "Okay, ladies, drive slowly to the starting line and give it a try freely. Safety first!"
Slowly, the girls got started and started to have fun, laughing and laughing.
Yao Weiran stared ahead resolutely, constantly accelerating and feeling the passion brought by speed. It felt so good. He didn't have to deal with the people around him, didn't have to think too much, and was completely immersed in his own world.
The audience all became excited when they saw it:
"Wherever this place is, I want to go too!"
"You're so handsome, Yao Weiran!"
"The scene where Zhang Yang helps Yao Weiran fasten his seat belt is so embarrassing!"
…
The men stood outside the court and watched. Yan Rui said to Zhang Yang, "A competition?"
"Compared to what?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Whatever you are good at is better than anything else." Yan Rui still said casually.
Feeling the tit-for-tat atmosphere, Yang Shaoyu and Ju Yan looked at each other, and Ju Yan said wisely: "I'm going to try go-kart."
Yang Shaoyu immediately followed and said, "I'll go too."
After running two laps, Yao Weiran returned to the starting point. His heartbeat could not calm down for a long time. A hearty feeling enveloped his whole body. Then he heard Lily say: "Where are they?"
Yao Weiran looked around and realized that two people were missing. Yan Rui and Zhang Yang were not present.
"They went racing." Ju Yan replied, "At the racing track."
"Wow! Cool!" Lang Kun excitedly took off his helmet and got out of the car to pull Yao Weiran over and said, "Let's go and watch! Let's go, let's go!"
Yao Weiran had no choice but to unbuckle his seat belt, take off his helmet, and walk to the racing track with Lang Kun. Lily quickly followed and asked, "Can Yan Rui still drive a racing car?"
"Sister Chen Fei, hurry up." Yao Weiran did not forget to turn around and call Chen Fei. The four girls were walking side by side on the road wearing racing suits. This scene was really beautiful.
Gao Chenfei rarely participated in such exciting activities. Her face was red and she looked very excited and said: "I remember that Yan Rui seemed to have acted in a racing driver TV series, so he must have been exposed to it."
"I remembered it too!" Lily continued, "That show was quite popular."
"Wow!" Lang Kun stood in the audience and looked at the super large racing track with his arms spread out and sighed loudly, "This place is so handsome! Oh my God!"
The smell of sun-baked asphalt filled the air, and the barbed wire fence separating the audience from the driveway looked like something out of a movie.
Yao Weiran couldn't help but sigh: "It's really cool."
Yan Rui and Zhang Yang were already sitting in the racing cars. The two cars were parked side by side on the starting line, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
"Which one is Zhang Yang?" Lang Kun covered the sun with his hands and tried hard to see, but he couldn't see it.
At this time, Zhang Yang rolled down the car window and waved to them with a bright smile.
"Zhang Yang!" Lang Kun pointed and said in surprise, "Look at Yao Weiran!"
Lily looked at the other car and said, "The other one is Yan Rui! Come on Yan Rui!"
"Come on Zhang Yang!" Lang Kun shouted with a louder voice.
Yao Weiran, who was caught in the middle, looked at the two of them with a complicated expression, then secretly ducked down and hid next to Gao Chenfei.
Gao Chenfei smiled mischievously and asked her deliberately: "Who do you want to win?"
Yao Weiran looked at Gao Chenfei speechlessly, and then said coquettishly: "I will support whoever Sister Chenfei supports~"
The whistle sounded, and the two cars flew out like bullets. The atmosphere became more heated for a while, and the audience also had various guesses about winning or losing:
"Come on Yan Rui!"
"Come on Zhang Yang!"
"Yan Ruishai!"
"Blind guess Yan Rui wins!"
"I bet on Zhang Yang to win!"
"Male hormones are over the top!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"The damn desire to win between men!"
…
Watching the passionate scene, listening to the roaring sound of the engine, and the excited cheers of the girls, this scene really feels like a racing movie!
On the track, Zhang Yang's car was far ahead and the corners were smooth. He was most familiar with this place.
Yan Rui kept accelerating in the car, with concentration and sharp eyes. He wanted to win, really wanted to win, although he didn't know why he had to win against Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang saw the car behind him through the rearview mirror. He looked at ease. He was just having fun and didn't take Yan Rui's racing skills seriously.
When Zhang Yang rushed to the finish line, everyone thought that Zhang Yang was going to win, but Yan Rui's car suddenly accelerated and won the race with half a car head advantage.
Everyone was stunned, and then Lily cheered: "Yeah! Yan Rui won! Yan Rui won! That's great!"
She was so happy that she almost jumped up and opened her arms to hug the person around her. When she saw clearly that it was Lang Kun, she immediately retracted her hand and turned around to hug Gao Chenfei.
"Handsome!" Yang Shaoyu and Ju Yan also applauded. This game was really fun to watch.
Yao Weiran didn't expect Yan Rui to win, so he clapped along in surprise and said, "That's awesome."
Yan Rui got out of the car, took off his helmet, looked up at the audience stand, and waved to them with an arrogant and disgusting smile.
I have to say that this picture is really cool!
The high-spirited young man won the competition and looked at the girl on the stage with great pride.
Zhang Yang, who accidentally lost the game, was a little upset. After getting off the car, he still kept a smile and walked over to Yan Rui and said, "Not bad, have you practiced?"
"I'm not as professional as you." Yan Rui replied with only four words, seemingly modest but full of ridicule, saying that no one was more professional and yet he won.
Lang Kun, who was dissatisfied with Yan Rui's limelight, shouted loudly: "Win two out of three! Win two out of three!"
Then Lang Kun went to fool others and said: "Don't you want to watch such a cool game again? It's a best of three games! Okay?"
Yao Weiran pressed Lang Kun's hand and said, "Don't get excited, it depends on whether they are willing or not."
"I do!" Zhang Yang, who was unwilling to lose the game, said first, "It depends on whether Yan Rui is willing."
Yan Rui curled his lips and said, "I'm willing too, win two out of three games."
The two people looked at each other, and sparks seemed to fly. The men's war was about to break out. Then they turned around and returned to the car together, and the atmosphere was ignited again.
The cheerleaders on the stage were still cheering and shouting hard.
Zhang Yang will not be careless this time and will go all out.
Yan Rui even put away his pride and became highly nervous.
The two people's cars started to influence each other. At the last corner, Zhang Yang suddenly accelerated and tried to get out of the way of the car. Yan Rui didn't expect it. He turned the steering wheel and drifted out of the way, but lost the advantage. When I catch up, the opponent has already crossed the finish line.
The whistle sounded and Zhang Yang won.
"He's cheating!" Lily shouted dissatisfiedly, pointing at Zhang Yang's car.
Lang Kun said proudly: "This is a competition, and the only purpose is to win!"
"That's a draw too!" Lily shouted angrily.
Yao Weiran still couldn't help but pull them away and said, "Okay, okay! You two are more dedicated than the competition. Your throat will be hoarse after a while, so take a rest!"
Then she used her unique skill of "covering the mouth", forcibly interrupting the spells one by one with one hand, which made her feel as tired as raising a child.
After the draw, the third game began. Yan Rui's desire to win was mixed with anger. The back and forth between the two people escalated to the point of collision between cars.
Yao Weiran saw that someone might be injured in this posture, and he was worried that nothing would happen.
At this time, several people in the stands were no longer in the mood to shout cheers. They stared at the two cars on the track attentively. The sound of tires rubbing against the ground scratched their eardrums, making people nervous.
"This, how is this..." Lang Kun was also frightened, holding Yao Weiran's arm and whispered, "It seems like two cars are fighting."
Yao Weiran patted the back of Lang Kun's hand to express comfort and stared at the game nervously.
I have to say that a man’s desire to win is really terrifying...
On the last lap, Zhang Yang's car deliberately pressed closely against Yan Rui's car, as if trying to squeeze him out of the track. The two men took a moment to look at each other through the window glass, sparks flying.
Yan Rui used the control to swing the rear of the car to throw Zhang Yang's car out, but the opponent still clung to him and refused to let go, forcing him to push him out.
The car body shifted and was about to hit the tire wall on the inner track. Yan Rui couldn't sit still and wait for death. Even if he lost the race, he couldn't hit the tire wall. Moreover, it was too dangerous for someone with little experience like him. .
Then Yan Rui made a quick decision, first slowing down suddenly to catch the opponent off guard, widening the distance and then ramming hard towards Zhang Yang's car, knocking it away. While his car was out of control, he suddenly accelerated towards the finish line.
The whistle sounded and everyone was stunned.
As the winner, Yan Rui opened the car door and took off his helmet to prepare for the cheers, but found that everyone was rushing to the other side. He looked over and found that Zhang Yang's car was parked near the finish line, stuck on the gravel road, and the front cover began to break. cigarette.
Thinking badly, Yan Rui hurried over and everyone gathered around the car door. They asked each other whether Zhang Yang was okay.
Zhang Yang opened the car door and took off his helmet with difficulty. There was an uncomfortable expression on his face, but he still managed a smile and said, "I'm fine, I lost."
"It's so scary."
"The car is smoking!"
"Is he okay?"
Everyone was talking with concern. The scene just now was indeed thrilling. If something happened to the high-speed racing car, no one dared to think about the consequences.
"Are you really okay?" Yao Weiran looked him up and down. The scene where the car lost control just now was so scary that he thought he was going to hit the barbed wire fence and fly out.
Zhang Yang lowered his head and turned his left wrist, frowning as if in pain, and then said: "It's really okay. Racing is like this. Tension and excitement are its greatest charm. I'm sorry for scaring everyone."
"Why is Yan Rui so competitive? You are still risking your life when playing racing!" Lang Kun couldn't help but complained in a low voice, and Yao Weiran held down her hand to signal her to stop talking.
As the winner, Yan Rui did not receive the expected cheers. Instead, he was left aside and even blamed. Yao Weiran was always concerned about whether Zhang Yang was injured.
Yan Rui himself didn't expect to knock Zhang Yang's car off the track. He just wanted to solve his predicament. And when Zhang Yang used all his strength to squeeze his car, didn't he think about the danger?
There was confusion and innocence in his eyes, like a puppy begging for praise and finding itself being left out.
"Okay, okay! Leave this to the staff." Zhang Yang raised his hand to stop everyone's comments in a very generous manner, and raised his voice and said, "It's noon, everyone is hungry, right? Let's go, the restaurant is ready Got something delicious!”
Zhang Yang also deliberately ignored Yan Rui and led everyone to the restaurant, even deliberately walking with a limp.
