F1: The Making of a Racing God

Chapter 46 Two Worlds
Coach Tian left, and the guy who had been ignored for half a day sat back down.

The people in this car were all seasoned drivers who had been learning driving skills for half a month with their instructors, and they were all high school graduates whose learning abilities were at their peak. There was no need for them to sit in the car and keep a close eye on them.

Sometimes, when the instructor is standing outside the car, it's easier to spot the problem than when they're sitting inside.

Their current model is to practice different projects in the morning, and then go through the whole process in the afternoon. Each person drives it three times, then gets off and goes back to the back seat, and then the person in the passenger seat takes over.

The coach just ousted Yu Chengyu, the guy with the most fertile face, and now he's replacing Shu Long.

As for the passenger seat, it was originally supposed to be occupied by the girl in yoga pants, but now that she's gone, she'll have to squeeze in with Yu Chengyu when she gets out and goes back to the back.

In comparison, Shu Xinlai is far more pleasing to the eye.

Shu Long's eccentric demeanor made it difficult for him to immediately grab people's attention. The first impression of the three girls present was—oh, a tall guy, looking rather gloomy and a bit sleazy.

I was sitting in the back row just now, and it was only after I was amused by the jokes that Shu Long made that I became interested and curiously took a look at his profile.
Hmm~ I think that's something to say?

Then, he casually adjusted his sitting posture and looked at the entire front of Shulong through the rearview mirror.

Wow, that's pretty impressive! Such good luck learning to drive?
Being squeezed next to such a handsome young man, and being able to notice his gaze lingering on my legs, is much more fulfilling than being with Yu Chengyu. Yoga pants are most proud of their long legs.

Choosing to go out dressed like that, how could it be possible without having some ulterior motive?
Even if the goal itself is not necessarily to hook up with a high-quality boyfriend, the contrast with her female friends and the attraction to the opposite sex can already bring her a lot of emotional value.

There's a saying that's really true: this is indeed one of their ways of pleasing themselves.

When Shu Long boarded the bus through the left rear door, his first thought upon seeing those long legs encased in purple thermal underwear was—maybe I should just stand outside for a while.

In short, no one knows how she finally convinced the seemingly obedient girl to sit in the passenger seat, which actually fulfilled Yu Chengyu's wish. This girl named Ge Miaomiao was the one he liked the most in the car.

Of course, that didn't stop him from being tempted by eye-catching yoga pants. However, in his mind, they were basically categorized as either "good for looking at from afar but only for casual use outside" or "good for looking at from afar but I'd rather take them home and use them properly."

As for the other mysterious hooded girl, her voice is quite nice, but unfortunately, cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

In the end, Shu Long pretended to be calm and sat down. At this time, being guilty would only make him look guilty. However, he held the door handle tightly the whole time and tried to keep his body as close to the other person as possible.

After their banter in the car and seeing Shulong's current innocent, boyish demeanor, Yoga Pants' liking for him is rapidly increasing.

The intense study atmosphere of senior year in high school makes it easy for boys and girls in puberty to develop budding feelings of affection amidst the high-intensity collision of hormones.

But this feeling is likely to come and go quickly.

Just a couple of days ago, a chance glance could have led to a heart-fluttering confession under the moon, and then they started having secret dates on the playground behind the dean's back, enjoying the pleasure of releasing their emotions under pressure.

The next second, because of the other person's unintentional words or actions, the tender affection in their eyes may completely turn into disgust as if they were seeing an ugly baboon in a very short time. The brief period of passionate love can cool down to indifference of never speaking to each other again in just one evening study session.

Then, without any hesitation, he patted his behind and soon after, he unexpectedly encountered the next Prince of Twilight.

Does this count as dating?

If you count, Yoga Pants probably had at least six boyfriends during high school alone.

What can be followed is merely the guidance of hormones on instinct; what is exchanged besides saliva and hormones, how much genuine affection is there? In essence, apart from the craving for the pleasure of dopamine secretion, there seems to be little element of love.

But if it doesn't count...
Who will bear the consequences of all the kisses and hugs during the process, or even the impulsive act of touching the apple of Eden?
Should I decide for myself? Or should I leave it to my next "true love" to decide?

She doesn't know about yoga pants, and she won't consider such a question for the time being. Anyway, these things aren't entirely her fault. As long as the future is the right one, that's all that matters.

People really do need to step out of their own little world; where else can you find such a treasure in high school?
This time, however, Li Yurun, who wanted to cherish this hard-won opportunity even more than before, was no longer as casual as before, and was more cautious and tentative.

"Wow, you drive really well. Is it possible to learn like this just by learning from your dad? Even your instructor said you could drive on the road without any problems."

Who is this "sigh"?
Shu Long, who hadn't introduced himself at all, never expected that a woman would take the initiative to talk to him. It wasn't until the stuffy air in the car hit him on the forehead that he realized he was being stared at by several people.

Even the mysterious hooded man who hadn't uttered a single word turned his head slightly in curiosity.

"Oh, well, not really. It's just that I'm used to driving a lot, so I'm quite familiar with it."

"Huh? We just finished the college entrance exam, didn't we? I didn't expect you, who seems so well-behaved, to dare to drive without a license. Did you steal the family car to go out and meet girls?"

I'm dating your guy! If I had that kind of ability, would I be sweating buckets just talking to you guys?
And who drove without a license? I have a racing license, you know!
This time, Ge Miaomiao, who was in the passenger seat, chimed in. She and Li Yurun were classmates and best friends, and they were learning to drive together.

Best friends are the kind of creatures that will support you when things are going well, but stab you in the back when things are going badly.

As soon as Li Yurun lifted her buttocks, Ge Miaomiao knew what she was planning. Normally, she wouldn't mind helping out, but after comparing her to her own boyfriend, Ge Miaomiao wanted to ruin the good thing.

The same fear of having a brother driving a Land Rover is common among women.

This was the first time that a girl had confronted him like this to his face. Having lacked experience in communicating with girls his own age for many years, Shu Long felt that all his explanations were stuck in his throat. Fortunately, Yu Chengyu came to his rescue in time.

However, it wasn't out of any good intentions.

Li Yurun wasn't in a hurry yet, but seeing that her "who knows how many white moonlights" was actually taking the initiative to talk to this new brat, Yu Chengyu, who was still obediently looking for the parking spot, became anxious first.

This guy is dishonest. He's been working hard here day and night and hasn't even had a proper conversation with anyone, while this guy just got on the bus and the girls are already going after him.

When Yu Chengyu was standing outside the car, he saw this brat say something that made the girl inside the car giggle.

So what exactly happened in the car? Why wasn't he in the car?!
"So buddy, how exactly did you learn to drive? You didn't actually get caught driving without a license before you started taking the driving test, did you?"

"No, this is for work purposes."

"Work requirement? Main job or part-time? What do you actually do, bro? Don't tell me you're some mountain racing legend delivering tofu for your family or something." How did this even get to the "racing legend" label?

Shu Long felt that he was not yet worthy of those two words, and replied with some weariness, "My main job."

The term "racing god" represents more than just achievements. Even the seven-time champion Schumacher only received the title of "racing king," which is a recognition of a certain spirit he embodies.

This gave them something to talk about.

With his crush sitting in the passenger seat, Yu Chengyu's desire to please was palpable; even a female monkey could sense it in that situation.

However, he didn't show off his amazing driving skills. He was a complete novice when it came to driving, otherwise why would he have practiced driving every day without taking the test even though he had already completed the required hours of training?

It wasn't that Yu Chengyu wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with the goddess, after all, he didn't want to appear too sycophantic. It was just that this guy seemed to be naturally a bit uncoordinated, and his driving practice was actually worse than that of all the girls in the car.

Men are always competitive in front of women; everyone wants to show their best side. But what if they can't? They can only highlight their competitiveness by suppressing their rivals.

"Then how come you have a main job? Did you not do well on the college entrance exam?"

Upon hearing the words "main job," the mysterious hooded man huddled in the corner instinctively shrank his neck.

I had originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to join in the conversation and get into the atmosphere a little, but now I don't dare to speak at all.

Unfortunately, no one noticed this poor, insignificant nobody. As if he had finally arrived at his area of ​​expertise, Yu Chengyu unconsciously raised his voice by two octaves.

"Hey bro, let me tell you, it's okay if you fail the college entrance exam the first time. There's someone in my class who scored over 600 points and decided to retake it."

"There's no other way. What good schools can you get into with just over 600 points these days? It's so competitive outside; education is still very important. Besides, you don't seem like your family is in a rush for you to make money. Why not take another chance while you're still young and can still learn?"

This guy spoke in an extremely arrogant tone. Although Shu Long had never experienced the college entrance examination, anyone with a little common sense knows that a score of 600 or above is already more than 90% of the test takers.

I didn't want to pass the conversation on to the other person, but before my mind could stop myself, the next sentence slipped out under the influence of curiosity.

"So what was your score again?"

Shu Long noticed that the cigarette butt and yoga pants in the rearview mirror both rolled their eyes, indicating that this wasn't the first time this guy had shown off about this issue.

"Sigh, actually I didn't score very high, only a little over 670. Now I'm just waiting to see if I can get into USTC as my first choice."

That was indeed a master. It's a good thing Shu Long didn't take the test, otherwise he might have been unable to resist giving that old Versailles a couple of punches right now.

"And the beautiful girl next to me scored over 630, and the beautiful girl next to you behind me also seems to have scored over 600. By the way, little sister in sunglasses, what about you? You came a little late, I don't think I've asked you yet."

"Six hundred and thirty-two."

She hadn't spoken for a long time and had lost her voice slightly, with a few bubbly sounds at the end of her sentences, as if she had phlegm stuck in her throat. But this didn't stop everyone from confirming that she was the younger sister.

Even though we are all the same age.

"Wow, this is a bus full of top students! Bro, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Tell me how many you got."

He said not to feel pressured, but his very first words put Shulong in a very difficult position, revealing his true intentions.

Shu Long certainly won't feel any pressure. To put it bluntly, they're from completely different worlds, and their lives are unlikely to intersect much in the future.

When you stand at a high enough level, it's really easy to maintain a calm attitude when looking at such trivial matters. In fact, Shu Long has even developed a bit of a "watching for fun" mentality.

Humility and composure in the face of belittling and questioning are nothing less than a form of utter arrogance.

"Don't even mention it. I didn't take the exam. I felt I wasn't suited for studying. The school I went to was a sports school with a specific focus, so it wasn't really necessary."

Well, nothing wrong!
Specialized drivers.

"Oh, so you're one of those legendary sports students! No wonder I was wondering why your arm muscles were so well-developed—you must have been into sports."

"Stop asking if it's boring. Did you get a high score?"

Unable to stand the yoga pants, Yu Chengyu snapped back. He wanted to argue with her, but seeing that Bai Yueguang's expression seemed impatient, he could only give a defiant "tsk".

However, Yu Chengyu has achieved his goal. A high score is indeed something to be proud of, and pride is only a step away from arrogance.

In the eyes of these privileged students, aren't those "academic underachievers" who didn't even pass the college entrance exam just people from a completely different world?
A deeply ingrained concept in the domestic environment, dating back to elementary school, is that students with poor grades seem to be inherently inferior.

If a sports student can run like Liu Xiang, that's good enough. Most guys who have never even heard of him probably haven't made a name for themselves in sports.

The differences between classmates who spend every day together might not be too obvious, but once they enter the outside world, academic qualifications, grades, income—these are all like transparent fishbowls in the heads of ordinary people, invisible and intangible, yet undeniably real.

The atmosphere in the car became somewhat heavy after that, and no one took the initiative to break the silence with any topic.

That's more like it. We're only going to spend a few months or so learning to drive together, so why make it seem like we're already very close?

To be honest, Shu Long actually felt much more relaxed than before. Dealing with this kind of scheming and subtle relationship was even more tiring than calculating the opponent's driving line on the racetrack.

What should I do if I suddenly start to miss Teng Weifeng?
He even missed Zhang Jinhua a little. If there had been such a big mouth, perhaps Shu Long wouldn't have had to worry about it himself; Zhang Jinhua could have helped him put on a show without leaving a trace.

Because of the time difference, their daily routines didn't overlap at all, and Shulong hadn't contacted these old friends for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to take the first step to break the ice.

After two years as a race car driver, I feel like I haven't gained much. Now I'm all alone, unable to even share my joy with anyone.
(End of this chapter)