This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 86 New Questions
"One hundred and sixty-two kilometers."

Hearing what Manager Ye said, a look of loneliness flashed across Feng's face.

The new "three-charge" system has not improved performance much. It seems that simply improving the charging efficiency cannot solve the problem.

But this is already the most cost-effective improvement plan!

Money!

"It seems we need to change our thinking."

Zhou Yun walked over and said to Feng with a smile, "After the second inflation, the tire pressure fluctuated drastically and could not be stabilized at all, which caused a serious loss of speed."

"Not to mention after the third charge, the tire pressure changes like an electrocardiogram, and the speed can't be increased at all."

"Indeed." Manager Ye nodded and said, "It's like Zhou Yun gave himself a brake technique."

"But if you control the tire pressure, there will be a big problem with the battery life."

Feng smiled bitterly. The secondary tire inflation system was only for emergency use and didn't guarantee tire pressure. If it was changed to a triple inflation system, would it still have to guarantee tire pressure?

She calculated: "The limit is more than 90 kilometers."

At this point, everyone present began to think.

"Feng." Zhou Yun asked, "Among the drivers who want to join the team recently, are there any mecha girls with control-breaking skills?"

Feng shook his head: "No, I've noticed that most of them want to be the number two driver. Since Jiang Xiyue came as an external aid, the drivers have all withdrawn on their own."

"Don't even think about it," Manager Ye said with a smile. "Being the No. 2 driver might still earn you some honors, but a No. 3 position, where you're purely contributing to the team, is a position few want, and even fewer are good enough."

"Then I'll change my running style." Zhou Yun smiled. "The line-cutting running style is not unfamiliar to me. I'll give up a little advantage in the early stage and wait until Jackdaw's first talent skill..."

He likes drifting, but if drifting prevents him from competing for the championship, he has to give it up.

"You're giving up more than just a little advantage."

Manager Ye pushed up his glasses. "Post-drift jets, meteors, these all require drifting as a pre-action, and the Jackdaw isn't very good at line cutting."

Then he knocked on the table and said, "To put it bluntly, the tire problem itself is a 'tolerance' problem. The tolerance left to us at this stage is too small. If we want to increase the tolerance..."

“This is a test of strategy and driving skills.”

Jiang Xiyue took a deep breath, stood up, and said to Zhou Yun with a smile: "Master, please teach me how to drift."

"You...what are you doing?" Zhou Yun asked curiously.

Changing the running method hastily before the race will cause great losses to the driver. If the method used on the track is not what he is most familiar with, it will have a huge impact on the results.

"It's my duty! As driver number two, I have to help you block the gate-seeding machine girl's position."

“And the traditional way of routing and cutting bends has reached its end.”

"If I run like that, I'll take up too much space entering the corner, making it more difficult to gain an advantageous racing line. I'll need quite a bit of time to overtake and gain a better position."

She held Ling Yu's hand and said with a smile: "Also, Ling Yu, who came from the operation flow, didn't have a very good speed in the early stages of turning. If he didn't drift..."

"After about 60 or 70 kilometers, I can launch a powerful charge and help you block the gate-seeding machine girl's position."

"By that time, your tires are basically gone, and drifting becomes much easier."

"The space for cornering is small, the steering angle is large, and there are many opportunities to occupy the advantageous racing line. If I use drifting as an example..."

"No, absolutely not!" Manager Ye said: "The other party's No. 3 is stuck, and they will definitely find a way to get out of it. Ling Yu's tire pressure will increase, and you may have to break down."

"That way Zhou Yun won't have to deal with a round of gate techniques, and he can run further."

"As long as Feng can maintain a stable 120 kilometers per hour, I can let him run to the maintenance station!" Xiyue said with a smile: "It doesn't matter to me whether I get the results or not."

"This is a sacrifice tactic." Manager Ye said in a serious tone, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Xiyue nodded.

"It's not that serious. Xiyue will take it for a round, and I'll take it for a round! It will pass like this."

Zhou Yun smiled and said, "With one more enemy target, the pressure on me is reduced by half. Besides, I can teach you how to drift, but..."

He turned to look at Ling Yu. The drifting technique was not something that an ordinary mecha girl could handle.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyue hugged Ling Yu's hands and shook them, saying coquettishly: "Sister Ling Yu, I know drifting is a bit too much for you, but..."

Ling Yu looked at Xiyue gently: "Xiyue, if you are willing, I have absolutely no problem."

"Really? I heard Yinling say..."

Heavy Armor·Ling Yu raised her proud peak: "Do you think your sister Ling Yu is the kind of mecha girl who vomits when the rear wheel slips?"

...a roadside stall, a roadside stall selling nesting dolls.

The middle of the stall is filled with various mecha figurines, stuffed toys, and small toy motorcycles.

The boss was holding a large pile of plastic rings and shouting on the roadside: "Making dolls, win prizes!"

Ning Yuan himself was not interested in these, but when he saw the prize in the middle, he suddenly couldn't walk.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone and turned on the live broadcast.

"Boss, give me ten laps."

"okay!"

He took the ten plastic rings and kept throwing them towards the center. Unexpectedly, his technique was so poor that he only managed to put one on.

"Hahaha, everyone, welcome to watch Ning Yuan's live broadcast. Did you see it..."

He pointed at the trophy in the middle that read "Jingyun Driving God Tan Tonglu" and said excitedly.

"Brother, I've also lapped Jingyun, the car god! Give me a potato now, and I'll lap Tan Tonglu ten more times!"

Sitting in Chiyue's lounge, Tan Tonglu looked at Ning Yuan's arrogant face.

It's like drinking wine brewed into vinegar, my stomach is full of sourness.

It doesn't feel good to be put on ice. The receptionist who used to smile at you now looks at you like a salted fish.

Without management, the fans would have run away long ago, and the few die-hard fans left would only greet them once a day.

Who can bear this!

After thinking about it, he gave Ning Yuan a reward of 20,000 yuan.

"Don't you want to put the ring on me? Go ahead! I'm going to tire you out! Put it on me now!"

After giving the reward, he took a deep breath and let it go.

What fame, wealth and power, they are all fake.

Only the driving skills and Chongshan Qingjue are real!

"Hey! The guy who was trapped!" Qing Jue said excitedly while holding up his phone: "Look at this sister, isn't she very handsome? Do you think I should learn from her..."

Tan Tonglu knelt on the sofa and covered his head with a pillow.

Qingjue is also fake!

"Tan Tonglu, are you a pig? Why are you digging the ground for me?" Qingjue pulled Tan Tonglu up and said, "Let's go find Chen Shanhe. If you don't come on, all your driving skills will be in vain."

"makes sense."

Tan Tonglu quickly put on a face and just walked out the door when he heard a sarcastic voice.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Jingyun Car God'? How come you're free today to go for a drive..."

He turned around and saw a driver sitting next to the water dispenser.

It was the former No. 1 driver of Linglu, who had been sitting on the bench for half a year. Seeing that Tan Tonglu was weak, he felt that his chance had come.

"Are you planning on getting snared again, or playing bumper cars on the street?"

Tan Tonglu didn't say anything. He knew the outcome.

"Weren't you quite arrogant before? How come..."

Before he could finish, Qing Jue cursed, "What happened to the God of Cars? Did the God of Cars eat your rice? Or did he go to your house to take a shit?"

"Seeing you, my heart is broken. Can you please put that farting thing of yours back into your pants..."

"Enough, enough!"

Tan Tonglu quickly grabbed Qingjue and said, "Qingjue, let's not argue with him."

"Oh, Tan Tonglu, how long can you remain so arrogant?"

The former Linglu driver, number one, stood up and said with disdain, "You've been put on ice this time. Next, it will definitely be me..."

Before he could finish, a tall figure appeared behind him and said in a low voice: "Make way."

Seeing this face, Tan Tonglu broke out in a cold sweat.

Park Gui, who placed third in the provincial finals of last year's S tournament.

How did he appear here?
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(End of this chapter)