This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 273 New Game
"The race has now reached the fifth lap!"

"Once again, the Dark Star runner crossed the finish line first. This lap, he ran a time of 1 minute 21 seconds!"

"In the second half, without Ye Qing's interference, Zhou Yun's lap time has seen a qualitative leap. I believe that in this lap, he will break through 1 minute 20 seconds!"

Looking at the data on the director's desk, Ning Yuan's hands kept rubbing the water cup and turning the microphone with a smile on his face.

If he had known that Zhou Yun could get rid of Ye Qing so early, would he have just drunk some water?

Isn't it a good time to go to the toilet now?

"..."

Looking at the data refreshed on the director's desk, he quickly grabbed the microphone and spoke again.

"Runner Ye Qing also made it to the fifth lap. He ran a time of 1 minute 25 seconds. It seems the speed freeze at Turn 11 caused him to lose a lot of speed."

"Now, he has reactivated his exclusive skill [Loyalty]! He is sacrificing the cooldown reduction time to convert it into Jianxue's speed."

"Can he catch up with Zhou Yun again and change the situation?"

"Let's wait and see!"

In the competition group, both teams are nervously reviewing various data.

"The car body's phantom is refreshing? This data is too outrageous!"

"Is this possible?"

The members of the Nimbus team slammed their hands on the table and started discussing loudly.

"The engineering department, where is the engineering department? I need an explanation! If this is not graded, it is too outstanding!"

"Speed ​​race, where do you get the points?"

He stood up and pointed at Yun Yifang's competition team, looking quite excited.

"That's a violation! The official S-League tournament rules, Article 25! Violently modifying a mecha girl before the game, hasn't that crossed the line?"

Light Wheel was already on the edge of the cliff, just waiting to overthrow the drift flow and return to the throne.

You...you are pushing us into a pit, aren't you?
Upon hearing this, the race team of the Yunyi team nodded.

"Bottom line, bottom line! The two sides exchanged race tests. Didn't you pass the race tests?"

"B-level modification level. Although the modification is extensive, all data are within the permitted range. There are no offensive spiritual pressure devices, and no illegal skill enhancements..."

"Are you going to slap yourself in the face?"

The leader of the Nimbus Tournament Team was completely excited.

"So are you going to publicly announce before the game that your phantoms can refresh twice?"

Listening to the people arguing behind him, Jiang Wuyang smiled helplessly.

"Fuck you! What the hell is this announcement?"

"Hey, I've only been away for a few days, and you're already so shameless? Huh?"

"Xiao Liu, if you're saying that, shouldn't you also announce your tactics and strategies to us before the game? And give us your modified technology for free?"

He kicked the stool away and came to the event group table amidst the huge noise.

"Damn it, tournament fairness revolves around data disclosure, not technical disclosure!"

"Otherwise, what's the point of racing? What's the point of gambling?"

"No one's studying technology anymore, are they just studying how to make the opponent do stupid things on the track? Then I can hire ten square dance aunties to do folk dances along the track to deal with the drivers, right?"

"Besides, the data is all there. If your engineering department was even a little smarter, wouldn't they have figured it out long ago? You idiots, what are you doing whining and whining to me? Are you looking for trouble?"

With spit flying everywhere, everyone in Guanglun recalled the days when they were dominated by Jiang Wuyang's scolding.

The leader of the Light Wheel Tournament Team moved his lips for a long time, and finally lowered his head in shame and anger.

"Weren't all the people from our engineering department kidnapped by you, Yun Yi?"

"..."

"..."

After a long while, members of the official S-League supervisory team came to the table.

"Indeed, what the Light Wheel Tournament Team said is correct. The complete refresh of the vehicle body's phantom is indeed outrageous."

"But the Yunyi team didn't make any illegal modifications, nor did they violate regulations by concealing data. This can only mean that the Yunyi team has developed a new use for the Talent Marking."

"If you guys at Nimbus have any grievances, can't you just get them back in the next game?"

"It does not violate the rules of the event group. Moreover, the S race officials maintain a very encouraging attitude towards such incidents, especially 'zero-day technology' (technology that has not been publicly displayed on the track)."

"Because technological progress can drive progress in the event, as long as everyone maintains their passion for research and development, the track will not lose its vitality..."

Seeing Guanglun Fang's sulky face, Jiang Wuyang smiled, took out his cell phone and sent a message.

[Qinglei, officially approved by the S-League, the value of drift flow is officially recognized]

The resistance to promoting printing modification is decreasing.

The sky is just right.

Looking at the message coming from her mobile phone, Lin Qinglei breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had fallen from her heart.

The first test of the Print Modification B-level race, the extreme compression of cornering time, two phantoms resisting slashing... Zhou Yun used his terrifying personal strength to prove the value of the drift flow.

It also proves the infinite possibilities of print modification.

She raised her head and looked at the sky, which she had no time to look at before but was now within her reach. The noise of the audience in her ears gradually faded.

At this moment, far away from the city, far away from endless work, far away from the destination on the navigation and the busy life, the vastness of the blue sky penetrates the soul in an instant.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath in ecstasy.

"Cough cough!"

"This chaotic spiritual pressure is choking the baby girl..."

After sending the message to the Three Treasures of Jiuyuan... no, the Three Heroes of Jiuyuan, she lowered her head and looked at the Thunder God who was charging rapidly on the track.

For the consumer end of the market, product details are important...actual victory is even more important.

She smiled and muttered to herself.

"Congratulations, Thor, you've found a contractor who's right for you. I hope your future racing career will be even more exciting."

"Go! Zhou Yun, seize the time for repairs and don't give Light Wheel a chance."

As noon approaches, the air becomes increasingly hot.

The temperature of the earth's surface collided with the coldness of the sky, creating a strong wind that swept across thousands of miles and passed through the fertile city.

The gust of wind rushed forward along the Hot Wheels track, went up against the track, rushed through the huge gate at the starting point of the track, and hit the car body that was flashing with lightning.

As the car body swayed, Thor's engine roared across the starting point of the track.

"The fifth lap is over!"

"Without Ye Qing's restraint, Death Star ran a time of 1 minute 18 seconds! Successfully broke the 1 minute 20 second mark!"

"It's only 2 and a half seconds away from the extreme lap record for the B-class race on the Hot Wheels track!"

"Contestant Ye Qing has also entered the sixth lap!"

"This lap, he sacrificed cooldown reduction in exchange for a huge speed boost, running a time of 1 minute 21 seconds, just 3 seconds slower than Zhou Yun!"

"The gap between the two cars is now six and a half car lengths. Can he catch up in this lap?"

As Zhou Yun broke through Ye Qing's skill range, the game on the field became a simple arithmetic problem.

"The Yunyi team needs at least 40 seconds of repair time. After the first four laps, they were 9 seconds ahead, with 31 seconds left."

Sun Chengcheng lay on top of Han Yu, took a big gulp of the can of orange juice in the thermos, then poured the juice into the bottle cap and handed it to Han Yu.

"Han Yu, tell me, how many laps does Zhou Yun need to run to get out of the repair time?"

Han Yu took the cap of the thermos, took a sip, then lowered his head and fell into thought.

In the fifth lap, both teams ran laps without interference, with a difference of 3 seconds. And 31 seconds, that is to say...

"I still need...Fuck!"

"Coach Sun, is the alcohol content of your canned liver high again? Water, Bi Chen, give me some water!"

Sun Chengcheng couldn't help but pat Han Yu.

"Why do you have the same reaction as our team boss? I'm asking you something... Bi Chen, it's time for you to answer."

After Bi Chen handed the water to Han Yu, he took out his cell phone, opened the calculator, and was stunned for a moment.

What are you doing, Chef Yuan? I don't want to learn drifting, learning drifting...hiss~
What gift should I give to Shiwu so that she will let me go after drifting away?

After calculating the salary and gift amounts on a calculator, he was hit hard by Sun Chengcheng.

"Not counting the fifth lap, there are still ten laps left. Ten laps! Do you need a calculator here?"

After gulping down the water, Han Yu's face turned red.

Only on the 15th lap can we break the pit time?

Even if Zhou Yun had the technique of drifting, it would be difficult for him to last until that time.

"The sixth lap is over!"

"Dark Star optimized the details of his racing line this lap, surpassing his previous lap record again, increasing his lap time by 1 second!"

"1 minutes and 17 seconds!"

"I wonder if he can break the Hot Wheels track record on his next lap?"

"This lap record was set by Ye Qing on the Hot Wheels track. If we can break it, it will mean that this track belongs to Zhou Yun of the Death Star!"

On the radio, after a burst of gulping sounds of pear juice, Ning Yuan began to comment again as he listened to the whistle from the starting line.

"This lap, Ye Qing chose to enter the maintenance tunnel and broke the circle in the maintenance tunnel."

"1 minutes and 19 seconds!"

"He closed the gap to 1 second again..."

In the maintenance room of the Light Wheel Fleet, Ye Qing drove Jian Xue slowly into the maintenance compartment.

The worker suddenly jumped up from his seat, quickly took the tools, pushed the tire, and rushed out of the maintenance room with the brake pads.

"quick!"

"Don't dilly-dally, give your opponent a chance!"

Chen Shuo sat in a corner of the maintenance room, looking at the passionate and busy staff, his mind constantly recalling the past.

How long has it been since you felt the track so seriously?
He raised his head, looked in the direction of the telemetry center of the event group, and laughed.

"It's really hot today. I should have worn short sleeves."

In such a warm day, how could the banner of the Light Wheel end here?

He turned his head to look at Jian Xue and gave a thumbs-up gesture towards the car window.

Ye Qing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head and after seeing this scene, he stretched his hand out of the window and gave a thumbs up.

Director Xu's voice was heard in the channel.

"The gap isn't that big right now, Ye Qing. Relax and get your mind right. Zhou Yun's repair time will be several times longer than ours..."

In front of the windshield, the staff removed the red STOP sign and gave a thumbs-up.

Jianxue's engine roared violently as it quickly rushed out of the maintenance passage.

Ye Qing closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then looked at the Hot Wheels track that came into view again and laughed.

"I know."

He also wanted to test his idea to see if he could break Zhou Yun's illusion, so...

"Ye Qing, you'd better stop laughing. You really look like the villain in a special effects movie."

"..."

"Jianxue, [Danxin] has reached the fourth level, let's start speeding up."

On the command platform of the Yunyi team, Manager Ye leaned out, looked at Jian Xue who rushed out of the maintenance passage, and grabbed the headset.

"As expected, the Nimbus team chose to change tires on the sixth lap."

"They're going to be in top form, competing with you for the second round of the pit lane..."

Hearing Manager Ye's voice, Zhou Yun looked at the synchronization rate data on the Heart Contract and asked, "How many more seconds do we need to lead?"

A moment later, Manager Ye's voice came.

"Ye Qing spent 5 seconds in the maintenance station, 2 seconds behind in the maintenance tunnel, and now he still needs to lead by 21 seconds..."

During the conversation, Thor's tires began to slide uncontrollably, making a squeaking sound like a cat scratching.

On the straight track of the Hot Wheels racetrack, tire marks flashing with blue lightning began to appear.

Although the car was riding on hot melt slick tires, after six laps, on this track filled with rubber particles and spiritual pressure dust, Thor's grip was not enough to maintain his speed.

Zhou Yun lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"Thor, you know."

Hearing this devilish voice, a gurgling sound came from Thor's throat. The fear and excitement, the pain and the pleasure made her body tremble slightly like a vibrator.

Feeling Thor's emotions like guitar strings being strummed, Zhou Yun couldn't help but play Thor's music.

"It's no use running away now."

After saying that, Zhou Yun started drifting on the straight road.

As the car felt weightless, Thor's pupils began to shake.

This time, I can’t faint from pleasure.

Absolutely not!

"Zhou Yun reproduced the classic operation from the second Hot Wheels track, drifting!"

Ning Yuan's excited voice echoed through the Hot Wheels auditorium, instantly igniting the passion of all the audience.

Drifting cool.

But what's cooler than drifting?
All over the field, continuous acceleration and drifting without interruption!

"Zhou Yun has once again refuted all online doubts with his actions!"

"Drifting isn't just a coincidence, a fleeting technology from Death Star, but a functioning technology that can effectively counteract the impact of spiritual pressure turbulence!"

"This is the ultimate technique combining print modification and drift flow!"

Hearing Ning Yuan's voice, Leng Xingyun drooped his head on his shoulders with a look of despair.

How could he forget that Zhou Yun had this trick?

The extreme speed under the print modification and the phantom refresh of the car body are already difficult to beat. If it is replaced with a Jackdaw without a speed limit, he has no idea how Zhou Yun can run on the track.

Right here, Zhou Yun also has mobile drift!

Drift without fear of the impact of spiritual pressure turbulence!

By then, Zhou Yun's racing line would be in such a mess, how could he control the rhythm of the track and find opportunities?
I didn’t come to Kyoto to see this!
Thinking of the upcoming provincial finals, he raised his head, as if he had realized something, and his expression calmed down.

"I see."

He patted Peng Hui on the shoulder and said, "Peng Hui, why don't you go to the women's clothing store and find Zhou Yun to learn drifting?"

Peng Hui frowned and nodded calmly.

"Indeed, after this battle, drifting is indeed the future direction of racing... Wait!"

what did you say?
You want me to dress up as a woman and look for Zhou Yun?

Why don't you go?
"..."

The wind gradually died down, and the air on the Hot Wheels track gradually became stuffy.

Ning Yuan pulled out a tissue and ripped open the collar of his shirt, revealing a blue and white striped T-shirt with the number '0001' printed on it.

"1 minutes and 13 seconds!"

"Under Yipiao's crazy acceleration charge, Zhou Yun broke Ye Qing's previous race record!"

"Congratulations to Zhou Yun for snatching the record of the Hot Wheels track from the Kyoto track dominated by the Light Wheel! I wonder what Ye Qing will think?"

The signal lights at the starting point on the track flashed again.

"Ye Qing has also arrived at the seventh circle!"

"1 minute 17 seconds. Even though he broke through 2 seconds compared to the previous lap, he was still 4 seconds slower than Zhou Yun..."

Looking at the lap time numbers displayed on the big screen, Han Yu rubbed his hot face and muttered to himself.

"Zhou Yun still needs 17 seconds."

"How many laps can the improved printed brake set last?"

(End of this chapter)