allonlinenovel Chapter 331 World Racing League - China Cup (Final)
Chapter 331 World Racing League - China Cup (Final)
The rules of the race are very simple. The driver who can complete the most laps within the two-hour race will win and get a ticket to the Asian Cup Tokyo Station.
The bright red countdown was beating regularly on the LED screen, and the heart rates of the audience in the venue were also rising sharply.
Five minutes into the race, most people's attention was focused on Shang Jie, who had already opened up a clear distance from the traffic behind him.
With the No. 1 starting position, overwhelming driving skills, and the absence of Shen Shu as the only threat, almost everyone thought that his victory was a foregone conclusion.
Shang Jie himself also thought so. When he thought about how he was almost scared by the words of a young girl at the beginning, he couldn't help but curl his lips in contempt.
He exerted force again and soon created a large distance between himself and the traffic behind him.
Shang Jie snorted coldly, thinking that Baituo Racing Team's hope of turning things around with the help of Shen Shu was simply wishful thinking. More than a decade ago, Baituo was suppressed by the Hongmeng brand and had no power to turn things around, so now there was even less hope of turning things around.
The Baituo team, Lu Bai, Xia Siyu, and the others gradually shifted from anger and frustration to confusion and bewilderment. Was the person in the car really Shen Shu? This driving style was completely unlike her style...
Against the backdrop of many cool and stylish modified racing cars, the Baituo 730 driven by Shen Shu looks particularly low-key. If you don't stare closely at the live broadcast screen, you will be drowned in the traffic and disappear in a blink of an eye.
Because the starting position was stuck in the middle and the traffic was dense, she could not create a gap between herself and the cars in front and behind to overtake in a short period of time. Seeing this, Shen Shu temporarily gave up struggling and began to conserve her strength.
"The gunshot wound on your side has only just healed, and coupled with the excessive blood loss, you simply can't sustain a full day of high-intensity exercise. Not only is there a high risk of the wound tearing again, but you'll also be at risk of dehydration and shock."
"So you have to make a trade-off. Play conservatively in the morning qualifying to get a mid-pack starting position. Pushing harder in the second half of the race can reduce the risk of dehydration shock and wound lacerations."
Because of the team's plan, she changed her usual bold and aggressive style. In the morning race, she did not choose to overtake but instead took advantage of the situation and ran the second half.
Shen Shu's distinctly black and white almond-shaped eyes flashed with a passionate fire. She had been feeling depressed and suppressed all day, and had been gathering the energy in her heart, waiting for the second half to arrive.
Because of her rather Buddhist way of running, the few viewers who still had hope completely lost hope.
"Such a conservative driving style doesn't look like that crazy driver from the popular racing forum at all."
"It's boring. I think the title of rising racing star is just a gimmick."
"The more I read, the more boring it becomes. Nowadays, anyone dares to compare themselves to our Shang Shen."
Racing is all about the thrill of chasing each other and the adrenaline rush of an uncertain outcome. But now the race has become a one-man show for Shang Jie, and the fans, who should have been thrilled, are slowly starting to feel bored.
So just as the countdown was halfway through, some of the audience who couldn't sit still wanted to leave.
Seeing this, the host quickly spoke up to warm up the crowd: "A historic moment! Just one parking space away, Shen Shu is about to be successfully lapped by Shang Jie!"
His shout successfully captured the audience's attention. On the dusty track, the Hongmeng racing car driven by Shang Jie was approaching Shen Shu at a very fast speed.
The sound of electricity from the wireless headset passed through the cerebral cortex, and Song Yun's voice rang beside my ear: "Shen Shu, your chance has come."
Xu Heqing also came over: "Pay attention to the wound on your waist, safety first."
Shen Shu raised his lips lazily and said, "Got it."
Seeing the distance between the two cars getting closer and closer, Shen Shu's fans closed their eyes unable to bear to watch.
However, the imagined scene did not happen. In a single breath, earth-shaking changes occurred on the field.
The air waves rolled and surged, and the roar of the Baituo 730's engine suddenly rose. It quickly broke out of the encirclement of the front and rear cars with a fierce and unstoppable momentum.
The dense traffic flow could not stop the ghostly and light running style. Overtaking, changing lanes, and drifting at high speed were all done smoothly in one go.
Many contestants were left far behind by Shen Shu before they could even react.
Even more interesting was the fact that she provocatively turned on her taillights in broad daylight. Her attitude was incredibly arrogant, a stark contrast to the timid and reserved person she had been.
Shang Jie, who was about to succeed in circling the car, saw this and frowned in annoyance. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel and started circling the car again.
The reversal came too quickly, and after a moment of silence, the audience burst into exclamations.
"Woc? Playing the pig to eat the tiger!"
"She's crazy! She's still speeding up in such dense traffic!"
"Can a female driver really pull off such a high-precision throttle drift?"
The director's desk was very discerning and quickly switched the live broadcast screens in all the auditoriums to the first-person perspective of the Baituo 730 cockpit.
The racetrack scene outside the window turned into a series of afterimages rapidly receding. Every time Shen Shu overtook, he cut in at an extremely tricky and dangerous angle, which made the audience tremble with fear and get goose bumps all over their bodies.
The high-pitched engine roar continued, like a desperate cry, shocking many drivers in front of her and causing them to subconsciously give way to her.
"Our highly anticipated talented driver Shen Shu is showing her strength! She's quickly closing the gap between her and Shang Jie!"
"There are still 30 minutes left in the countdown. Can we make up for this half-lap gap? Let's wait and see!"
Lu Bai clenched his fists nervously, while Xia Siyu and others beside him waved their cheering flags wildly as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Song Zhen's eyes were filled with tears, and his fingers were trembling as he took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. He used the lighter to light it three times before it started.
Han Fei clenched his fists and placed them in front of his forehead, lowering his eyes and praying non-stop: "I will win, I will definitely win..."
In the P room, two handsome men sat in front of the center console with worried expressions.
They had all witnessed Shen Shu's madness in the NASCAR race and knew very well that she was going to give it her all.
Song Yun: "Based on this situation, how likely is it that her wound will tear a second time?"
Xu Heqing raised his gold-rimmed glasses, sighed softly and said helplessly, "One hundred percent."
The wound on the side of his waist was aching, and blood slowly seeped through his racing suit and dripped onto the car seat.
"Master, are you willing to live your whole life in anonymity with misunderstandings?"
"I can help you! Once I learn how to drift, I'll go to the Asian Cup and clear your name!"
"Silly child, the car market in Country Z has long been in chaos. The Baituo brand was acquired by a foreign consortium and renamed, and it will never come back. What's the point of my innocence?"
"This is how my life will be. If there's a chance in my next life, please help me clear my name in the Asian Cup..."
With his thoughts swirling, Shen Shu pursed his pale lips, and the eyes behind the goggles were frighteningly bright.
The joystick kept changing, the horsepower and speed reached the extreme, and the first-person perspective of the cockpit at this time was so fast that it looked like an unrealistic game world.
"Three minutes left, Shen Shu is only half a parking space away from catching up with Shang Jie!"
"If she manages to tie or overtake, she will make history!"
Everyone held their breath nervously, waiting for a miracle to happen in anticipation and disbelief.
Shang Jie was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. Even with all his might, he couldn't maintain his one-lap lead.
He knew better than anyone else that if it weren't for the accident in the morning qualifying match, he would have lost miserably...
Realizing Shen Shu's intention to overtake, Shang Jie turned the steering wheel and kept changing positions to block her, trying to delay her.
With thirty seconds left on the countdown, the golden sunset shines on the last bend before the finish line, as if welcoming the soon-to-be-born champion.
Shen Shu looked at the little tricks of the car in front of him with indifferent eyes and snorted coldly: "Shang Shen? That's all."
Just before entering the last corner, she stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed towards the lane on the outermost circle against the wall regardless of everything.
The car body rubs against the wall at high speed, sparks fly, and the classic is once again reproduced before the world's eyes.
The countdown reached zero, and before Shang Jie had time to think, he watched the Baituo 730 driven by Shen Shu cross the finish line with a half-head advantage over him!
The whole place was silent, and tens of thousands of spectators looked at this scene in disbelief.
The host's voice trembled: "Overtaking by rubbing...rubbing against the wall?!!!"